Star Wars Jedi Rebirth Pt 05

"I'm telling you, the Death Star didn't blow up. It's been hidden in some backwater system somewhere. The Empire is hiding the truth from us. It's all a big conspiracy."

The location was the Outlander Club in the Uscru district of Coruscant. It was here that three cadets, recent graduates of the Royal Imperial Academy, were celebrating their newfound freedom with a night of drinking and gambling. One of these men, a heavily drunk slacker by the name of Vak Bernjac, was once again spreading one of his nonsensical conspiracy theories. His two companions, the serious and intelligent Osrec Deite and the aloof Jit Vegwe had spent the past four years putting up with his ramblings. Most of the time they didn't mind, he was their friend after all, their brother in arms, but he was still an idiot. After finishing off his Jawa Juice, Osrec began questioning his friend.

"Don't be ridiculous, we have footage of the event, it's all over the Holonet."

"It's doctored. Obviously. You can tell if you watch it. There's all kinds of inconsistencies and sloppy details."

"Okay, smart guy. Why would the Empire doctor footage of them losing?"

"To lure the rebels into a false sense of security. Think about it for a moment. Rebel cells all over the galaxy see the Empire's greatest weapon destroyed. They start to think that the Empire is vulnerable. They organize themselves, prepare a big assault, then Bam! The Empire wipes them out all at once. Likely with the very Death Star they thought was destroyed.

"So I assume that Moff Tarkin, Admiral Yularen, Cassio Tagge and all the other officials who supposedly died on that station are...what? Hiding somewhere?

"Yes. The Empire probably has some secret planet somewhere where they plan everything, away from the prying eyes of the public."

"So do you have any proof of any of this? Or are you just making stuff up?" Usually This was the point where Vak would admit he had no evidence and was just rambling as usual, but to Osrec's surprise, Vak actually did have evidence this time.

"Yeah I have proof." Vak continued. "Remember Aime Brelisha?"

"Of course. That's the girl from Logistics, you were dating, correct?

"Yeah well, yesterday we were catching up over on the Plaza, and she told me that she'd been assigned to work on the Death Star. The DEATH STAR Oz! You don't get assigned to work on something that's been blown up."

"So what? That doesn't prove anything. Maybe she's working on a different Death Star."

"A different Death Star." Vak scoffed at the idea. "Sure I guess there could be two Death Stars." He continued sarcastically, "maybe there's ten Death Stars, or there could be a million Death Stars. Maybe every planet in the entire galaxy is secretly a Death Star. Don't be ridiculous. There is ONE Death Star. And it's out they're hiding it from us."

"The only one here who's being ridiculous here is you. As usual. Jit tell him he's being ridiculous."

Jit was not paying attention to his friend's conversation. He was far more interested in the curvy redhead playing Sabacc a couple tables over. She hadn't lost a single game all night, which to him was completely unheard of. Everyone loses Sabacc, even the self proclaimed winners, not her though. It was amazing.

"Jit. Are you listening to me?" Osrec repeated.

"No, he's checking out the Red Queen." Vak clarified. Intrigued that the object of his desire had a name, Jit turned back to his friends.

"The Red Queen?" He asked Vak. "You know that woman?"

"I know of her. She does something with Imperial high command. She's part of Palpatine's inner circle or something. I don't know, it's all above my pay grade."

"I think she's interesting. I'm going to go talk to her."

"Please don't." Vak begged. "I know she's hot, but she's bad news. Men who hook up with her go missing."

"Missing?" Jit was naturally skeptical.

"Yeah missing, I've seen it before. Dudes go chat her up, they leave together, and the guys are never seen or heard from again. I tried checking up on one or two of the guys. Their dossiers got completely wiped, like they never existed." Jit just rolled his eyes at this.

"Maybe she's a recruiter. Maybe all the men she meets get assigned to top secret missions." Jit replied sarcastically.

"Yeah, maybe they're all on the secret planet where they're keeping Tarkin." Osrec joined in.

"C'mon guys. I'm being serious."

"So you mean you weren't being serious before. Give me a break." Jit ceased conversation immediately and walked over to meet the woman. Unbeknownst to him, this would be the last time he'd ever speak to his friends.

Jit fixed his uniform and straightened his hair before deciding to finally speak to her.

"Hi there." He said. "Can I uh..buy you a drink."

"On your salary?" She replied, giving him a dismissive look. "Don't make me laugh. Sit down." She snapped her fingers and the waitress walked over to her. "Get us two Corellians." The waitress promptly brought the drinks over as Jit took his seat. He happily accepted the expensive drink and smiled. This was going better than he expected.

"So..uh. You're pretty good at Sabacc, huh?"

"Yeah. I think I might be the galaxy's best player." She responded, taking a big swig of her drink. "My name is Mara, by the way. Mara Jade."

"Jit Vegwe." Jit replied. "So..uh. You wanna play a few rounds and head back to my place. Or probably your place, I bet it's much nicer."

"I don't do things like that." Mara cut him off. "I'm saving myself for marriage."

"Really?" Jit replied.

"Yep. Lucky for you though." She leaned forward and looked at him directly "I happen to be looking for a husband. If you beat me in a game of Sabacc, then we can get married."

"You're serious?" Jit couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You want to marry me?"

"If you can beat me. I even know of a place where they can do it tonight on short notice."

"Alright then. Deal 'em out." Mara dealt out the first two cards. Jit got a nine of sabers and a ten of coins. Not too bad but he could easily bomb out.

"Fourteen." Mara called out.

"Nineteen." Jit replied. He drew a third card. A three of flasks. "Twenty-two." Jit called out.

"Six." Replied Mara. She then took the opportunity to roll the dice. Double fours, that meant they had to switch hands. Jit grumbled u it'll he saw his new cards. A two of flasks, a three of coins and card zero, the idiot. It was an Idiot's Array. He'd won! He couldn't believe his luck, winning against the "galaxy's best player" Either he was just that lucky, or she'd rigged it to let him win in order to marry him, in which case he was still incredibly lucky.

"Congratulations officer." Mara said with a wink, then she grabbed Jit's arm and dragged him out of the club, onto the streets, and into her luxury air speeder. A classic XJ6 model from the Republic era, painted black and red.

Mara hopped in and took the wheel while Jit sat back and enjoyed the comfortable leather seat. As they rose through the layers of the ecumenopolis, Jit started up a conversation.

"So what is it that you do anyway?" He asked her.

"What do you mean?"

"Well my friend said you're part of the emperor's inner circle."

"Who said that? What's his name?"

"Ensign Vak Bernjac. He's just a low level loser like I am, don't worry about him."

"You can't take chances with Imperial security, and yes. I'm Palpatine's personal assistant. I run errands for him, do chores sometimes, that sort of thing."

"How'd you get that job?"

"I was hand selected by him personally. He is very particular about who he associates with."

"Well I guess the job has its perks." Jit began to recline and put his feet on the dashboard.

"Feet off the dash!" Mara reprimanded.

The speeder ended up landing on one of the cities mid levels, near a vaguely ornate building. 'Imperial Cultural Enrichment Center' was written over the door in aurabesh. Jit continued the conversation.

"So..you're willing to just marry some guy you met at a club a few hours ago?"

"Yeah. I'm not picky." Mara answered as the two of them entered the building.

"But you wanted to save yourself for marriage. If you aren't picky then why bother?"

"It's because of this whole liability thing with the Empire. I'll spare you the details and say that me being married is just easier for the bureaucracy to deal with."

"So this is a business marriage then." Jit replied, looking a bit dejected.

"Only if you want it to be." The two of them arrived at the marriage license office and approached the desk. Jit didn't notice the clerk give Mara a disapproving look, he also didn't notice her make a subtle gesture which kept the clerk from asking more questions. "We want to get married." She told her as she handed over the appropriate amount of credits.

"Of course." The clerk lazily pulled out a datapad with the appropriate form already pulled up and ready. "Just fill this out real quick and we can get you out of here." Jit and Mara both filled out the form after which the clerk took the data pad back and continued. "Do you, Mara Jade, take Jit Vegwe as your lawfully wedded husband?" The clerk said, clearly bored.

"I do." Mara stated without a second thought.

"And do you, Jit Vegwe, take Mara Jade as your lawfully wedded wife?"

Jit paused for a second. Was he really going to do this? Marry a random club girl the night he met her? Then again, this particular club girl had an in with the Emperor, which boded well for his career.

"I do." He said

"Then congratulations, you're married

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Jit and Mara entered Mara's penthouse apartment, both of them heavily drunk off the spirits they bought on the way there. The lights were at a low frequency and soft soothing music was playing in the background.

Mara picked up Jit and tossed him onto the nearby bed. Jit got the message loud and clear and started taking his uniform off. Mara effortlessly peeled off her own clothes and stood before him. The sheen of her sweat glistened in the pale light of the city. A drop of it streamed down her chest and collected on her hard nipple before dripping off. Jit was rock hard and ready to go.

Wasting no time, Mara tied her hair back and descended onto his member. Her full lips kissed the head and left traces of her lipstick smeared across it. Jit moaned in ecstasy as the gorgeous woman devoured his throbbing penis.

Just as he was about to orgasm he felt some kind of force push back against the flow of his semen. Jit didn't have enough time to think about what was happening before Mara put his manhood between her generous breasts. Jit was enraptured by her soft warm titflesh. He tried to thrust upwards but found himself pushed down by her.

After his orgasm was pushed back a second time, Mara climbed on top of him and put his cock directly into her vagina. She rocked back and forth on top of him, driving him absolutely wild. He put his hands on her waist as a way to maintain some form of control, but it was an act and he knew it. She was the only one who had any control here.

"I bet you really want to cum. Don't yah?" Mara teased him.

"Yes!" Jit practically shouted. Mara pulled herself off of him and finally allowed his semen to flow. He released several ropes of seed which scattered themselves all over the room. Jit began breathing heavily as Mara positioned herself next to him.

"You enjoyed yourself, did you?" She asked as she brushed his hair.

"Yeah." He replied, sitting up slightly so he could get a better look at her.

"Good." Mara snapped her fingers and Jit's head turned a full 180 degrees killing him instantly.

Mara got out of bed and stretched herself. Her nude body silhouetted against the window, far too high up to be seen by anyone. She felt exceptionally proud of herself, she had just fucked, married, and killed yet another stupid Imperial naval cadet. She walked over to Jit's uniform and grabbed the code cylinder out of his pocket. She plugged it into her personal terminal and brought up his file. She deleted all the information on him to cover her tracks and assigned a different officer to his assigned position. No one would be missing him. Next she pulled up Vak Bernjac's file to see what she could do about him. She noticed that he was an ISB asset. That would complicate things, but thankfully she knew how to navigate the appropriate channels. As she was engaged in her work she received an unexpected holo call. It connected and opened without her permission.

"Emperor Palpatine." She said, shocked and embarrassed. "Uh..could you switch to an audio only channel?"

"No." The emperor replied in his sly sniveling voice. Mara tried to cover herself up, but Palpatine telekinetically forced her arms and legs open, leaving her totally exposed. The emperor laughed to himself in amusement.

"I assume you didn't make this call just so you could see me naked." Mara commented. Completely helpless and exasperated.

"I have an assignment for you." The emperor replied with a serious tone. He pulled up a holographic display of a young man. Mara recognized him instantly.

"Luke Skywalker. Vader's most wanted." She replied.

"You will bring him to me. Alive. Before he can get to him."

"Of course your highness." Mara looked at the picture. He didn't look so tough. She thought to herself, she was surprised he was giving the Empire so much trouble.

"Do not underestimate him." Palpatine replied, sensing her thoughts. "He will be protected, and he has abilities far greater than yours."

"We'll see." Mara replied, ready for a challenge. "I'll put some feelers out, see what I can find."

"Goooood." Palpatine replied. "This assignment is to be kept completely confidential. Trust no one." He said before hanging up.

Mara dropped to the floor as soon as the call ended. She got up, brushed herself off and went back to her terminal to begin looking for traces of Skywalker. Her extracurricular activities would have to be put on hold for now.