INVISIBLE HAND
"Finally," he roared, his digital voice filling the vast observation spire, "a worthy challenger."
Behind him, the Supreme Chancellor struggled against the glowing bindings holding him prisoner in his throne-like chair. "Run, Master Ti! Flee! Save yourself!" But she could no more do that than he could sprout thrusters and fly back to Coruscant.
Grievous threw back his long command cape, revealing his lean skeletal body. Formerly a powerful alien warlord, what remained of his internal organs were now hidden inside a thick duranium armor shell, which, while not indestructible, would take more than a glancing blow from a lightsaber to seriously damage. He stood there seething, towering over her and his MagnaGuards who stepped aside to admit her into the darkened chamber, the flash of battle outside massive observation windows illuminating her naked red body.
Shaak Ti slowly circled the hulking general, strutting, hips swaying, ample breasts jiggling as she sized him up. He sized her up in turn, the reptilian eyes sunk deep within his elongated skull helmet ogling her sweaty, cum-soaked perfection while the droid portion of his brain analyzed her movements to estimate how much of a threat she remained after being used and abused by four hung MagnaGuards. She gripped her lightsaber loosely, purple eyes gleaming from inside large white ovals covering part of her cheeks and much of her high forehead. Grievous was physically impressive (enough to make her nipples hard and her loins ache), but so was she: tall and slender like a holomodel, with lean muscles and all the poise and grace of a Hapan dancer. A pair of white cone-like montrals with blue stripes rose high off her head, making her seem even taller, while long matching head-tails (a thick one dangling down her back, two thinner ones draping the sides of her face and cascading down the front of her body) further enhanced her exotic nature, contrasting beautifully with her deep red skin while conveniently guiding the eye to her heaving breasts, sculpted midsection, and finally her laser-smooth pubic mound.
"You've done enough damage, General," she said, flashing razor-sharp teeth. "Let me leave with the Chancellor. I won't try to stop your escape."
Grievous chuckled, his laugh ending in a sharp wheeze. "Ah, but where's the fun in that?"
He lunged, swinging his mighty fists so fast only her Jedi intuition saved her. Snapping her lightsaber to life, Shaak ducked and parried, jiggling beautifully while relying on her alien reflexes and lifetime of Jedi training to evade his attacks. Spinning and evading, she twirled her glowing blue blade all around her, slicing and jabbing but cutting only air until, somehow, she managed to make contact with his thigh, leaving a scorch mark and making him cry out. That slowed him only a moment, the general producing two lightsabers from within his cloak before resuming his attack, green blades flashing to life as he increased his speed and power, determined to put her to the test. Her heart pounding, Shaak drew on the Force and managed to stay one step ahead of him, surprised at how strong her connection suddenly was. After Geonosis, a dark shroud had fallen over the Jedi, weakening even the strongest Masters; but now that shroud was gone, the Force keeping her fresh and sharp as she backpedaled across the chamber, their blades clashing like small explosions.
Breasts bouncing, firm arse jiggling, Shaak danced across the room, her dainty feet barely touching the floor while the Supreme Chancellor watched in awe. She saw him and his bulging erection out of the corner of her eye and couldn't help feeling a little thrill at being so on display for him and the MagnaGuards, the vaguely Humanoid droids ogling her while she fought for her life against their snarling, stomping master. If the situation were a little less dire she might have actually
enjoyed
the attention, but her muscles were starting to ache and she was practically dripping with sweat, which for a Togruta took considerable effort. Meanwhile, Grievous was still moving at optimal speed, his droid brain analyzing her style and immediately adapting to everything she threw at him. It wouldn't be long now. She would slip up eventually, and then it would be over. Unless...
"Chancellor, run!" she screamed as she locked her lightsaber on. Somersaulting under a beheading swipe, she came up on one knee and hurled her thrumming weapon across the room like a spear, guiding it with the Force until it sheered into Palpatine's armrest, disabling the chair's security system.
Surprised someone would throw their weapon away in the middle of combat, Grievous took his attention off her for just a moment. Shaak leapt to her feet and made him pay with a Force-enhanced kick that snapped his head sharply back and made him drop both lightsabers. His droid bodyguards, distracted by her nudity, didn't notice Palpatine hop out of the chair and hurry for the exit.
"Stop him!" the General snarled.
The Force drew Shaak's eyes to a long conference table. Knowing there was no way she could take on Grievous
and
his MagnaGuards at the same time, at least not in combat, she did the only thing a Jedi Master could in her situation. She hurried over and put her hands down on the tabletop before jutting her arse out like a
500 Republica
model.
"Over here, General," she taunted over her shoulder, pouring as much Force Persuasion into her voice as possible. "Take your prize. If you can handle it."
Grievous roared his fury. Shaak bent lower, pressing her forehead to the table and lifting up on her toes, raising her firm ass high in the air. She heard his taloned feet stomping toward her, could feel his rage in the Force. She closed her eyes, ready to accept death if necessary. Then she heard a loud
