Emhyr walked calmly down the streets of Ares' capital city, his black cloak wrapped tightly around his thin frame as a chill breeze ran through his slick, black hair. The avenues were empty of people, only the occasional storm trooper stood upon a corner or terrace. Using the Force, the Jedi fogged the soldiers' minds, allowing him free access to the government sector and the admin center. Entering a large, marble-constructed building, Emhyr strode boldly to the governor's office on the third floor. Opening the door to the waiting room, the Jedi proceeded across the carpeted floor to the inner portal, then confidently entered the presence of Ares' current ruler. Governor Tarth sat at a huge, oak desk, the table's surface piled with reports and logistics information. The man was old, with thinning, grey hair and a large belly. The Imperial uniform sat uneasily on the governor's bulbous frame, the grey fabric wrinkled and un-cared for. Tarth slowly looked up at the intruder standing before his desk, the stranger smug and arrogant with power. "What do you want?" asked Tarth before he reclined within his large chair, the leather creaking loudly under his bulk. "Do you have an appointment?" "No, I do not," replied Emhyr with an icy smile. "But I do think that we can help each other." "How?" inquired the governor simply. "You control one of the few worlds along the Rim with an operational shipyard," answered the Jedi as he sat upon a chair facing Tarth's desk. "With the proper motivation, we can re- organize your garrison and resume production of warships." "Why bother," shrugged Tarth. "Even at full capacity the shipyard can only produce a few cruisers and maybe a Star Destroyer in seven months. If we draw too much attention to ourselves, one of the Imperial Warlords might get nervous and attack this system." "That is a risk," agreed Emhyr with a nod, "but not a very likely one. The warlords you speak of have few ships and even less motivation. They concern themselves with protecting their own small holdings and indulging their venal appetites. With focus and discipline, the two of us can rebuild the Imperial war machine and restore order to the galaxy." "Umm, an interesting proposal, but I'm just not interested," said Tarth with a shake of his head. "I want to protect 'my small holdings' as well. The Empire is dead, we can't change the way things are." "You're wrong, but I can illuminate you," retorted Emhyr as he stared into the governor's eyes, tendrils of the Force extending out to manipulate the weak official's mind. "You will give me full authority to command your men and begin starship construction immediately. I will act in your name." "You will act in my name," repeated Tarth with a glazed stare. "Good boy," grinned Emhyr with dark humor. Mara reclined on her torn couch smoking a cigarette as someone pounded on the door to her filthy apartment. Muttering curses under her breath, the slim young woman held the cigarette in her mouth while she staggered up and shambled over to the door. The redhead impulsively unlatched the flimsy portal, then pulled it open to reveal the bulky mass of Capt. Berg. "Master Berg!" exclaimed Mara in delighted surprise before she hurled her body into the space pirate's embrace. Berg chuckled in amusement, his large, meaty hands caressing her back before sliding down to squeeze the girl's round ass. "Still as hot as ever," rumbled the outlaw as he pushed Mara to arm's length, admiring her curvaceous figure and full breasts. "I was hoping you would come back for me," replied Mara in a quiet voice as she looked up into the pirate's eyes with a hurt expression on her lovely face. "Yeah, well, I'm back," coughed Berg uncomfortably before he shouldered past the petite girl and invaded her habitation. "Got any liquor?" "Yes, I'll get it," replied the subdued young woman before she walked listlessly to the tiny kitchen cubicle. Lt. Luki, Berg's right hand man, slid into the room, closing the door behind him. The pale- blonde man walked around the small apartment, checking everything with a paranoid glare before moving to stand next to the room's only draped window. "So what're you doing these days?" inquired Berg curiously while he watched Mara walk towards him with an open liquor bottle. "This and that, doing whatever people will pay me to do," replied Mara with a deep blush as she slid the tall bottle into Berg's grasp. "Ah, that's good," said the pirate before he drank deeply from the bottle, his cold eyes regarding Mara as he imagined all the sordid things she was forced to do in order to survive. "I'm taking you with me on my next run. I spent most of my money on upgrades for the 'Ravager, plus some down time on one of the Core's pleasure worlds, so I'm a bit strapped for cred right now," admitted the muscled outlaw with a shrug. "But before we go, show me that you've still got it." "Got what?" retorted Mara uncomfortably. "That submissive Sluggorn training they beat into you," replied Berg with a malicious grin. "Take your clothes off." With a wide-eyed, shocked expression, Mara slowly unzipped the front of her skin-tight jumpsuit, sliding the gleaming garment to the floor. The naked girl clasped her hands together over her bush of red pubic hair, her thin arms attempting to cover her round tits. "Hah! She's shy all of a sudden. Don't you remember our time on the Sluggorn sphere ship? You weren't so hesitant back then," remarked Berg with a cruel leer. "Luki, go ahead and have some fun with her." The thin pirate smiled in anticipation as he walked towards the trembling young woman, his hands clumsily unfastening his breeches. "Please, don't make me do this," begged Mara as her green eyes grew wet with unshed tears. "I love you." "Then you'll do as I say, whore," snarled Berg before he took another long pull from the liquor bottle. "When I tell you to fuck Luki, you fuck Luki and like it." Mara's lips quivered as she turned to look at Lt. Luki, her body growing warm with lust as her alien conditioning responded to her master's command and made her horny despite her own wishes. Luki stood next to the naked girl, grabbing Mara by the head and forcing the girl relentlessly to her knees. Mara choked back a despairing sob as she looked up into the lust- filled eyes of Berg's henchman. "Suck it, bitch!" commanded Luki as he pressed Mara's soft, red lips against his hardening cock. Hesitantly, the Jedi girl softly kissed the head of Luki's rod, then slowly licked the tip with her warm, pink tongue. Unsatisfied, Luki thrust his tool into Mara's small mouth, pushing the engorged pole down the girl's tight throat. The taste of cock filled Mara's mouth, triggering more of her conditioning until she was sucking and licking the long rod eagerly. Loud slurping sounds filled the small, dimly-lit room as Mara's mouth moved up and down Luki's cock, her red lips caressing and rubbing the pulsing tool. Mara moaned with pleasure, her hands reaching up to cup and squeeze her own creamy breasts, her fingers pinching the pink nipples into hardness. Luki groaned loudly, his expression one of ecstasy as he held Mara's head and pumped his meat into the horny girl's mouth. Mara licked slowly down the shaft, stopping to suck her lover's balls and roll them wantonly in her mouth. Luki's body jerked spasmodically, his breath coming in short gasps as the redhead licked his testicles while rubbing his fuckpole with her delicate hand. "I want to fuck you," gasped Luki before he lowered himself to the floor, then pulled Mara on top of his crotch. The young woman lowered herself onto his quivering cock, her pussy enfolding the flesh rod as it slid down to Luki's mat of crotch hair. Mara moaned loudly as Luki's cock pushed into her womb, the pole thick and throbbing as she began humping the man's crotch energetically. Man and woman groaned and gasped with sexual strain as their bodies grinded together. Mara's long, red hair flew about her shoulders as her round breasts bobbed to her gyrations. Berg smiled as he watched the naked girl fuck his partner, his own cock growing hard as he enjoyed the beautiful Jedi submit her body to his commands. Luki reached up with his thin arms, squeezing Mara's heaving tits tightly as he thrust his cock into her ravenous cunt. "Yes! That feels so good," groaned Mara while she grasped Luki's arms with her hands, her hips pumping back and forth as she allowed the man's pole to enter her warm belly. Luki and Mara moaned together in erotic bliss, the girl's pussy squeezing the man's cock as they both melted towards orgasm. Mara bent down to suck on Luki's fingers as they kneaded and fondled her sensitive breasts. The redhead's smooth ass expanded and contracted as her hips pounded the thick pole into her stomach. Mara's legs grew weak as her pussy prepared to explode, Luki's hands sliding down her flat stomach, forcing her to arch her back away from him as he stabbed his cock into her slick vagina. With a loud scream, Mara orgasmed, her breasts thrust out as she covered Luki's meat with her tight slit. Luki shot cum into Mara's molten womb, her pink, dripping flesh encasing his member until it was milked dry. Luki pulled the naked, panting girl to his chest, then kissed her roughly on the lips, his drooling tongue invading her mouth lavisciously. "Alright, party's over," growled Berg as he rose to his feet, then walked over to slap Mara painfully on the bare ass. "Get some things packed and let's go." Emhyr sat in a round, candle-lit room, his legs crossed together in a lotus position as he relaxed his mind and allowed the Force to work through him. "Come to me, my queen," chanted the Jedi softly as he held his eyes shut and projected his thoughts. "You cannot resist my summons. You will come to me and surrender yourself to my will, and together we shall rule the galaxy. Come to me, Mara Jade."