Author's Note:
I've been meaning to write this story for a while now, and if you're reading this, that means I've finally done it. So much for me being a lazy fuck, eh, mom?
But anyway; this story focuses more on its story element, so if you're looking for some quick and dirty jerk off material, this probably isn't for you. HOWEVER, that is not to say that there is nothing here that your favorite hand and your good ole' joymaker companion can't get very friendly over. Quite the contrary,
So strap on in and enjoy!
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The orange light of the rising star Tythos filled the council chamber and reflected off of the walls and onto the solemn faces of the Jedi High Council. They sat in silence around the three women standing before them, their undivided attention directed towards the one in the middle, the most mature out of the three.
Grand Master Satele Shan spoke up first, her tone calm, her expression serene, yet filled with authority. "Master Feya, we have granted your request to speak before the Jedi Council. Please, proceed."
Master Feya bowed and her long brown hair fell over to cover her face momentarily. She swept it away as she rose back, revealing her bright, chocolate brown eyes once again. "Thank you, Master Shan." Then she turned to adress the entire council. "I wished to ask for your permission to send my Padawans," she gestured towards the two young girls standing behind her, "on a mission to complete their training and also aid the Republic in the coming war, should it ensue."
Several council members leaned forward in their seats, their curiosity piqued.
"And what do you propose, Master Feya?" The Grand Master spoke up again.
"I would have them infiltrate the Sith Empire by coming to Korriban and take on the role of two new Sith acolytes, so they could gather information until they proceeded into stage two; becoming the apprentices of an influential Sith Lord."
Elianna could feel a variety of emotions in the room becoming stronger and stronger with each word her Master said.
"Under direct service of such a Sith Lord, they could provide us with immensely valuable information on both Imperial and Sith affairs, which, as I'm sure you'd agree, would be incredibly useful for the Republic."
A moment of silence took over, as each council member quietly contemplated the woman's words. And although she couldn't hear their thoughts, Elianna could feel their emotions; mainly doubt. However, she picked up on something different -- resolve -- from one of them. Her green eyes focused on Master Orgus Din, just as he opened his mouth to speak.
"And are you confident that your Padawans will not fail?" He asked.
Everyone in the room knew exactly what he meant. It was not death that he was referring to, but something far worse. Elianna couldn't help but shudder. Just the thought of falling to the dark side was terrible.
Her Master turned to Orgus. "I am."
He nodded, then looked towards his fellow council members. "We've had a request like this before, and we approved it. I see no reason we should deny this one."
A murmur of agreement spread throghout the room, before the Grand Master put an end to it. "Padawan Elianna Doryen, Padawan Vivian Kael, I'm sure you two are well aware of the challenges you will face in your mission. You will be separated from the Republic, your fellow Jedi and your own Master and surrounded by the servants of the dark side. Often you may be forced into actions you would not otherwise do. Lines may be required to be crossed. Are you ready to put yourselves through all of this for the good of the Galaxy?"
"We're ready." The two young girls bowed.
Master Satele's serene gaze turned towards Master Feya. "We will discuss your proposal and call upon you as soon as we've come to an agreement, Master Feya."
The woman bowed as well. "Thank you for your time, Grand Master."
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Elianna looked in the mirror. Before her stood a young girl with shoulder length black hair stylized into an angular bob cut. She wore skin tight black robes that accentuated her mild curves and gave her the appearance of a proper Sith acolyte.
How revolting,
she thought.
Then she spotted her fellow to-be acolyte in the reflection of the mirror, Vivian Kael. Vivian had long ginger hair and was about the same height as Elianna, but curvier. She wore the same black robes that ran smoothly over her breasts, her butt, her legs and clinged tightly to her curves. Elianna couldn't help but feel a twinge of arousal, but she quickly suppressed it.
There is no passion, there is serenity.
"You know, you've gotta give it to them, the Sith sure know how to dress." Vivian remarked as she inspected herself in another mirror, a mischievous smile playing on her full lips.