The academy had been getting emptier by the day. First Morgana had vanished, running off to find what had happened to Wyonne. Then with Master Jendrix's disappearance, Trunks and Magdaline had been called away.
In theory, Ruben St. Clair was in charge at the moment, but in truth, the padawan learners at the new Jedi academy had been more or less left to their own devices. And Ruby could decisively say that that was a bad idea. Rumour was running rampant. Vader, Thrawn, Amidala, Clarice. The names of all the counsel's old adversaries were whispered in the mess hall and the bunks after lights out. No one knew exactly what was going on but something was amiss and as usual, the student were being treated like mushrooms- kept in the dark and fed shit.
The break in training hadn't been all bad. The student's weren't entirely irresponsible and they'd come up with some training of their own. They'd always heard about strafing Womp rats and so they'd taken the school's speeders and given it a shot the other day. Fun but it probably would have been more challenging before Jedi training.
There'd also been a lot of time to explore too. Jabba's old palace had been selected to house the school for a number of reason- it was Luke's home world, placing the students here represented rebirth, yada yada yada. The only plus that Ruby could see was that it was an enormous, sandstone maze with plenty of corners to explore and lots of dark corners to make out in.
She knew the Jedi code, while it didn't exactly preach celibacy, certainly counselled a life of deprivation but if the teachers thought they could put twenty or so teenagers in one place and expect nothing to happen, they were nuts.
Every student was unique but Ruby's story was particularly unusual. She'd spent the first eight years of her life at an Imperial genetics facility, the product of a human-sarkan cloning experiment. The goal had been a human warrior with the strength of the enormous, reptilian Sarkans. The result had been a muscular young woman with strange, disconcerting grey hair and a grey-green lizards tail.
When she was eventually rescued, it had been by Atrius Duncan, an accomplished jedi knight who drafted her into his black-ops unit of jedi adepts known as Myth Squadron. Seven years later, Atrius had tried to seize control of the Republic and Myth squadron had been dealt a crushing blow by the Jedi of Eclipse Squadron. Those who were found to be conspirators were still in prison, while those duped like Ruby, had been taken under the wing of the Jedi counsel.
She'd spent the last 4 years studying at the Jedi academy under the tutelage of 'The Harpies' or 'Tarokian's Angels', Jedi Knights Wyonne Niedar, Morgana, and Magdaline Darkwood. She sometimes felt she'd gotten more life training than Jedi training living here. Wyonne and Morgana were openly lesbian and had three kids, the product of genetic manipulation. Magdaline was the sister of none other than the Sith Lord Clarice. Her husband, Trunks Darkwood was among the most rash of the Jedi knights and was frequently around. The Darkwood's had two young children of their own. Ruby had done more than her fair share of babysitting over the years.
At the moment thought, there were comparatively few people around. Knight Reuben St. Clair, Ruby, her room mate Sareeni Hator, the Defel Atim Kai, and a smattering of younger students.
Ruby entered her room, a simple rectangle with a bed, desk and wardrobe on either side. Her side, as always, was spotlessly neat. She never had shaken the military discipline of Myth Squadron and didn't own much any way. Sareeni's side on the other hand, was a disaster area strewn about with silk dressing gowns, skin tight athletic gear, and lacy under things befitting a noble woman. At the moment, lying atop the pile of lingerie and silk sheets that was her bed was her room mate.
"Escaping the heat of the day Sareeni?" Ruby snorted. Sareeni was sprawled on her bed spread in just a bra and panties, barely there to begin with. Not that that was a new sight. With lesbians as teachers and role models, two fit young girls had done and still did a fair bit of experimentation.
"Tatooine sunset tonight. Thought I'd enjoy the heat while it lasts." Sareeni absently gestured at the wall calendar, which did indeed show a rare double sunset. "Hard to believe this place ever gets cold eh?" Sareeni swung her long tanned legs over the side of the bed and stretched enticingly. She was every inch the Happan princess. Tall, blond hair cascading halfway down here back, large holo-star breasts, narrow waist, and killer legs. It was enough to make a muscular, grey-haired, half-sarkan greener with jealousy.
"Well, if you call 15 C cold. How about we get everyone together, have a bonfire tonight." Ruby suggested. Sareeni shrugged. "I have to shower."
"Wake me when you're done, I need a nap." Her roommate rolled over and was asleep, and snoring in a very unnoble like fashion even as Ruby got the water running. Ruby stripped down and glanced at herself in the mirror. Her Sarkan heritage made her sleekly muscled, like her reptilian relatives. Constant combat and endurance training had honed her to the point that every line of every muscle was visible. Even at a diminutive 5'6" she looked dangerous, predatory. Her breasts were small, and pert. Just a mouthful as Jalai was fond of pointing out. There wasn't an ounce of fat on her and she had just a hint of hips. Without the closely trimmed grey hair between her legs and largish nipples, it would be hard to be sure she was a girl. Add a thrashing, lizard tail emerging from her tailbone and it had made her terribly self conscious for a long time. Until she started getting laid.
Jalai Mugawbi had been her first. Two years older than her, he'd been one of the other Myth Squadron troops, a sleek black human from a primitive tribal world, and he had proven to her that she could be attractive. To be frank, until he'd graduated the academy the previous season, they'd fucked like rabbits at every opportunity. At the memory of her innumerable trysts in dark corners of the palace with the lithe black jedi, her hand crept to the surprisingly silky hair between her legs and found her slowly swelling clit. With Sareeni asleep and the academy more or less empty, a little self-pleasure wouldn't be amiss. She eased a slender finger into her pussy and worked it slowly in and out, remembering how Jalai had used to do her standing up, her legs wrapped around his waist, arms tight about his neck. A lot of jokes had been made about to trunks and Jalai about the size of their members. In Jalai's case it had proven true. Just thinking about that thick, black monster brought her to the verge of orgasm. She placed her free hand against the side of the shower and luxuriated in the building orgasm.
Faintly, her senses dulled and detached by her self gratification, she became aware of an unusual sound. If she didn't know better, she would have sworn she was listening to a light-sabre duel. That thought, half-way to being dismissed, snapped her out of her reverie. With all the strange things going on lately, the noise warranted investigation.
As she stepped from the shower, tower wrapped around her, she looked down the hall toward her room. The door remained closed but the sound of at least two light sabres was louder now and green and red light played on the wall at the near-by juncture of hallways.
Ruby eased cautiously into the hallway. The noise of growing commotion could be heard from several directions. She was helpless at the moment, without her light sabre. She had to get to her room. Steps from the door, a tingling in the force made her turn around.
Standing at the end of the hallway, red light sabres glowing, were three male Vollar'hans dressed in tell tale black armour. Thin, pale, with very fine features, pointed ears, and wild blond hair, Vollar'hans were nicknamed Elves for a reason. For a moment they stared in surprise at each other, Ruby shocked to see Sith in the jedi academy and they surprised by her presence down a side corridor they had expected to find deserted. The pause lasted only a moment before they strode forth sneering.
"Poor little naked jedi. Bad time to take a shower sweetie. Of course, it makes our lives easier. Saves us having to strip you down." They laughed and eyed her hungrily. Ruby became acutely aware of her nakedness under the thin towel. She was evaluating the distance to her room, wondering if she could win a foot race, when all hell broke loose.
"I am going to love fucking you brains ou...." One of the Vollarhan's started, striding toward her purposefully. His light sabre was laid along the side of his leg, almost forgotten. He never had a chance. From the shadows of a near-by doorway, a living shadow, wielding a blue light sabre of it's own, burst forth. With one deft slash, the boasting Vollar'han had been separated from his head. As the others leapt back to the defensive, Atim Kai charged forward with a yell to Ruby.
"Geht to youreh room. Whe are undher attack!" Ruby didn't need to be told twice. As the sound of clashing sabres echoed behind her, she sprinted to her room and dove inside. She snatched her light sabre from the hook where it rested and booted Sareeni, still asleep, in the ribs. Sareeni grunted and looked up confused.
"Attack. Get up and get your sabre." Sareeni reacted with admirable speed and leapt from her bed. Out in the hall a cry of pain indicated another Vollar'han losing to the talented Defel jedi. Wyonne was reaching for a robe when there was a breathless gasp from the hallway and then the sound of a mighty blow striking flesh. The dark form of the Defel passed their doorway, tumbling down the corridor. Ruby and Sareeni both turned to their door, half dressed, light sabres hand. Slow, determined steps echoed down the corridor.
A large, blocky figure appeared in their doorway, looking after the Defel. He was dressed in the polished black and red armour favoured by the Sith and carried a dully red light sabre. His visage was truly demonic. He had red skin, the colour of embers before they wink out. His bald head was topped by two small horns and his ears tapered to sharp points. With his lips pulled back from his lips in contempt for the Defel, his pointed teeth were clearly visible.
"Pathetic. The light side is pitiful." He gestured to the surviving Vollar'han, trailing a few steps behind him. "Finish it." The cold authoritarian voice sent a chill down Ruby's spine. It had a similar effect on the Vollar'han who dashed down the corridor toward his target. Only then did the Sith notice the two girls brandishing their light sabres to his left. With the same deliberate slowness of a monster out of nightmare he turned to face them, black, soulless eyes evaluating each of them.
"If you plan on subduing me, I would suggest the weapons between your legs over the ones in your hands." He chuckled, a low, ominous sound like rocks banging together. Slowly all the stories she had heard meshed with what she was seeing and a chill crept down Ruby's spine.
