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It is a time of hesitant peace in the galaxy.

The Sith Empire has retreated, leaving the fractured Republic to lick their wounds.

Princess Elessia of Alderaan was sent to Braxxis IV to negotiate a settlement with the former Imperial governor.

For some reason, instead of heading to Braxxis IV, the Princess and her Jedi escort diverted to Tressalix, a jungle moon that all Jedi are taught to avoid. All contact was lost soon after.

Three Jedi Knights of the Sentinel school were tasked with rescuing the Princess and her envoy at all costs. They arrive at their destination knowing all too well no Jedi has ever returned from the small jungle moon without falling to the Dark Side of the Force...

The red and brass hull of the Jedi transport, Light of Solidarity, blinked into existence as it jumped out of hyperspace. Ahead of it loomed the massive gas giant Braxxis II, and it sped towards the mass of swirling orange gasses steadily. Rings of icy rocks spread out in an ordered fashion, circling the large planet and dividing up the orbits of its many moons unevenly.

Inside the Light of Solidarity, Jedi sentinel Laika sat in silence as the ship steadily approached its destination. The white-furred Collie absentmindedly gripped the hilt of her lightsaber, staring intently out the ship's expansive viewscreen. The heterochromia of her eyes was made even more apparent by her apparel, the dualities of the blue and green brought out by the similarly shaded Jedi robes. She scanned the space ahead with those mismatched eyes, a sense of unease washing over her being.

"Can you feel that...?" asked Master Dorlin, the big lion's paw coming to rest on Laika's shoulder. "That cold wave washing over you...?"

Laika wasn't sure what her Master spoke of. It felt far more like a wave of heat, radiating from the emerald moon growing ever closer in the viewscreen. It enveloped her form, cascading across her fur, filling her with a dull ache that she couldn't quite bring herself to dislike.

Still, Laika long ago discovered it was best to humor the masters, even if they seemed to be talking out of their cryptic asses. "Yes, Master..." she mumbled, eyes locked on the source of the sensation.

Dorlin removed his paw, stepping away from his fellow sentinel. "That's the Dark Side, Knight Laika. As I'm sure you've felt before."

_Not any Dark Side I've felt before,_thought Laika, nodding despite herself. Turning towards the pilot, a young ram by the name of M'ewan, Laika removed her paw from her lightsaber and stepped up to the control console. "How long until we arrive, Padawan?"

M'ewan spared his senior a glance over his shoulder, before returning his gaze to the navigational display. "Twelve minutes before we breach high orbit, ma'am. After that, I'll be making a combat drop to the crash site, where you'll disembark with Master Dorlin and Master Paela."

As if on cue, the Padawan's Equine master stepped forwards from the aft hold. She had shed her customary robes in favor of a tight fitting combat tunic, her buxom chest straining to free itself from its bondage. The sight made Laika unconsciously lick her lips.

"Status, M'ewan?" asked the tall horse, bowing her head as she entered the cramped bridge. She paused to smile at Laika, who returned the simple greeting.

M'ewan toggled a few switches, glancing sideways at the terminal to his left. "Like I told Knight Laika, Master, twelve minutes out... make that eleven."

Dorlin grimaced as the emerald orb of Tressalix, the third moon of Braxxis II, drew ever closer. It was nearly taking up the whole viewscreen now, swallowing up the orange backdrop of its parent planet. Grey stormy swells cascaded about the moon, some standing still as stone, while others surged into life, dissolving almost as quickly as they had come.

"I've never felt the Dark Side this strongly before," whispered Paela, her deep brown eyes closing slowly in concentration. "It's such an oppressive force. It's probing us, trying to pass our defenses, to violate our very spirit."

The somber figure of Master Dorlin was motionless as he opened his maw to speak. "Keep your mental shields up. The last thing we want is to lose ourselves to dark temptations before completing the mission."

M'ewan eased back on the primary throttle, and the flight assist system compensated by reducing the speed of the _Solidarity_accordingly. "I'll be honest, Masters, I don't envy you having to go down there. Better to be up here waiting for your signal."

A chuckle tore through Master Dorlin, and the Lion turned to the young pilot. "I think we're all happier you're staying behind, Padawan. However, after you climb back to high orbit, be sure not to stray closer than five-thousand kilometers. No telling what kind of range those turbolasers have."

Speak of the devil, thought Laika, leaning forwards and grabbing M'ewan's shoulder. "We've got incoming," she called out, pointing with her right paw out the viewscreen. As the ship's navigational computer beeped four thousand kilometers, bolts of green energy lanced out from the moon's surface. A proximity alarm sounded, and the ship lurched as it was nearly struck.

M'ewan, to his credit, reacted faster than one would expect from a padawan. The ship dipped as the young Ram skillfully avoided the incoming fire. "We're going to be coming in a bit faster than anticipated," he said, simultaneously jerking the controls while gunning the throttle. "You might want to strap in for this one, Masters."

Two Jedi Knights and one Jedi Master nodded in unison, heading back into the aft hold and fastening themselves into the seats that lined the bulkheads.

"Remind you of anything?" asked Paela as the ship rocked once again.

Laika nodded quickly, grinning as she finished securing herself. "The Harkonnen Siege."

With a sharp scowl, Dorlin silently informed the two Jedi Knights that he did not approve. "I shouldn't have to tell you two that the glorification of combat is against the code."

The Knights nodded in unison, sharing a small smile despite their Master's displeasure.

"Four minutes until we'll be underneath the canopy," came the voice of M'ewan over the intercom. "This parts gonna get a bit bumpy, but as soon as the embarkation ramp drops you need to get moving. I can only stay still for so long with all this incoming fire."

Adrenaline surged within Laika, and even with the oppressive warmth of the Dark Side growing stronger, she couldn't help but feel alive again. It was these moments, these beautiful, crazy, and nerve wracking moments, that made it all worthwhile.

The Light of Solidarity began to shake violently, atmospheric friction tearing at its deflector shields, but they made it through in a handful of seconds. Even with M'ewan's skill, the sudden deceleration was enough for the turbolasers to re-acquire their target, and with a flash of green, the hull just left of Dorlin was blown away, along with the embarkation ramp.

"Sorry! Sorry," shouted their flustered pilot, crackling over the intercom. "Engines are fine, though, we should make it no problem!"

What about the trip home, wondered Laika, squinting her eyes at the sudden rush of air accompanied by the pressure change.

A sea of grey rain clouds stretched over a seemingly endless canopy below. The green peaks of Tressalix's natural skyscrapers thrusted out from underneath the humid mist. It was a moment of beauty, before the ship dipped down, and the compartment was swallowed by grey.

Mist surrounded the Jedi, and as Laika breathed it in, it filled her lungs and made her gasp in surprise. Her body shuddered as heat enveloped her, pleasure rippling up her limbs. Her eyes drooped, and she began to pant as her pussy wept between her legs. Gone was any notion of reason, and for those brief few seconds, Laika was reduced to a whining bitch in heat. She looked to the seat on her right, hoping to get an erotic image of her comrade.

Paela, as it turned out, wasn't fairing much better. The Horse met Laika's gaze, and began tearing at her own chest, ripping her tunic open and tugging at her massive breasts. Equine nipples stood, swollen and rock hard. The humidity of the air was almost refreshing against her body, and she knew it was wrong but she couldn't help it. The seasoned Knight began milking herself - something she didn't even know she could do.

Swallowing thickly, Laika felt the unbearable urge to lean over and suckle on those milky bosoms. They swelled suddenly, and she could tell from Paela's features that they were getting super sensitive. The Horse was practically assaulting herself, harshly grasping onto the beautiful mounds. She brought her own nipples up to her mouth one at a time, licking, sucking, and nibbling the rosy buds until they squirted all over her face. The moan that rumbled from deep within her chest sent Laika's head spinning.

Then, the fog was gone. It was replaced by an awkward sobriety, and the two females turned to face their Master. By the way Dolin was sitting, he was most like sporting an erection under all those robes. Still, his clothes had remained intact and, by his expression, he was not amused.

"I hope that was a valuable lesson in letting your guard down..." he growled, turning his face away in thinly veiled disgust.

Paela quickly regained her composure, fixing her tunic as best she could. Unfortunately, she was unable to cover up entirely, and a fair amount of her ample cleavage remained visible. The normally poised Horse was left looking rather ashamed and disconcerted.

Laika, on the other hand, simply shrugged off the awkwardness, instead focusing on the job at hand. Torn trees whipped about outside the gaping hole beside her. It appeared that they were closely following the gouge that the Republic transport had left when it had crashed. The turbolasers had also stopped firing, most likely when they had passed below the canopy. She couldn't exactly blame herself for not noticing, given the circumstances at the time.

The ship settled into a steady descent, and although the humidity was rising steadily, the cool breeze made it almost refreshing. _Like sitting in a stream,_thought Laika, smiling softly to herself. She ran her paws along the fur of her arms, pulling up the sleeves of her robes in the process. _If not for the heat of the Dark Side, this would be downright pleasant. _

A sudden lurch and her stomach bottomed out.

"We have arrived at our destination," said M'ewan, the ship coming to a dead halt as his voice carried over the intercom. "Please exit the gaping hole to your aft in an orderly fashion. We would like to take this opportunity to thank you for flying Star Tours!"

Laika snickered and looked at her Equine companion. "He's your Padawan," she laughed.

With an exasperated sigh, Paela unbuckled and stood. "Don't remind me."

Jedi Master Dorlin was already up and standing at the blown out rear end of the ship, looking down at the wreckage below. "It's about thirty meters," he shouted passed the roar of the engines, not bothering to look back at his juniors. "Shouldn't be a problem." The Lion removed his robes in a dramatic flourish, letting them fall to the floor. His combat tunic underneath was a rich mocha, complimenting his golden fur nicely.

Paela stepped up to another portion of the hole, already without robes. She didn't see a point in dragging around something just for fashion's sake. The self-inflicted gash in the front of her tunic was still quite visible, but she had done her best to mitigate any possibility of a wardrobe malfunction. Not that it really mattered, she wasn't ashamed of her body. But it's the principal of the thing, she thought.

Having finished folding up her blue and green robes, Laika placed the bundle on her vacated seat and joined her fellow Jedi at the lip of the newly-made exit. She was now clad in the same combat tunic as Paela, however hers was sea-blue with sparse plates of green armor. Also, Laika's tunic lacked the cleavage show. Although it's not a bad look, all told...

Straight down, about a hundred feet, lay the smoldering wreckage of a crashed Republic Thranta-class corvette. The identification marks spelled out Thousand Steps in Aurebesh lettering. Laika had to hand it to whomever piloted the ship - it was a clean crash. Without the stabilizers, the pilot had managed to crash a good eighty percent of the ship still intact. Sure there were plasma fires here and there, as well as the smoldering of the underbrush around it.

An oxygen rich environment contributed to the life expectancy of the flames, but Laika wasn't particularly worried. It just added a little excitement. The canine didn't wait for Dorlin to make the order before she leapt from the ship. With a howl of excitement, she launched herself into thin air, allowing the Force to surround her and slow her descent.

By the time Laika had touched down on the dorsal hull of the Thousand Steps' fuselage, Dorlin and Paela were following suit. They landed softly behind her, the air dispersing around them as the Force caught them. A quick look around ensured that they were alone within the smoky clearing.

"Alright, Laika," said Dorlin, scanning the hull of the Thousand Steps for an entry hatch. He quickly found one, pointing it out with one claw. "You and Paela head inside and sweep for survivors. I'll secure the area." The two Knights nodded. "M'ewan, do you read?" The Lion held up a holocommunicator, and the fuzzy blue image of their Padawan pilot shimmered into existence.

The image of the young Ram smiled, and he replied, "Yes, Master Dorlin. I've got your beacon signal, too. It's coming in five by five. Anywhere you go on this moon, I'll be able to track."

The Jedi Master nodded. "Be careful, Padawan. Head back up to the five thousand kilometer mark and wait for my signal. Try to get the containment field up and do some repairs."

With a roll of his eyes, the Padawan nodded. "No promises, Master. I'm not exactly an engineer."

Dorlin scowled. "Just do what you can," he said, deactivating the holocomm. With that, he turned to see Laika and Paela standing there. "What're you two waiting for?"

Engines roared as the _Light of Solidarity_ascended back into the canopy, disappearing into the clouds. Quickly springing to action, the three Jedi went about with their objectives. Paela and Laika stood at the dorsal airlock, while Dorlin hopped off the fuselage in search of exterior threats.

With a wave of her paw, Laika reached out with the Force and activated the pressure cycle of the airlock. After a moment of whirring noises, the door hissed as it slid open. Darkness stretched below.

Just as the two Jedi Knights prepared to jump into the open airlock, flashes of green light cascaded through the cloud layer above. An explosion rippled its way through the grey sky, parting the rain clouds violently. The three Jedi sentinels watched as the silhouette of the Light of Solidarity momentarily appeared, a gout of flame erupting from one of its main engines.

As soon as the clouds had parted to reveal the damage, they quickly swallowed up the ship once more.

Dorlin's holocommunicator flickered to life again, and M'ewan's wide-eyed face appeared. "Masters, the starboard engine's been torn apart! Stabilizers got taken out too! I'm losing control!"

That was the last the Jedi heard from the holocommunicator, as whatever damage had befallen the Light of Solidarity had sent it spiraling out of control. It screamed as it tore through the sky, but none of them could see it past the heavy clouds.

Somewhere, far off in the distance, the sounds of splintering wood and screeching metal alerted them to the crash.

Laika was the first to move, darting towards the edge of the fuselage, ready and willing to charge into the jungle.

"No!" roared Master Dorlin, his maw stretching wide with the power of his Force augmented shout. It stopped Laika in her tracks, and she turned, bewildered. "We can't do anything for M'ewan now! It'd take us hours to find the crash site in this dense brush, and we have a mission to complete. They're could be survivors here that need our help."

Biting her lip, Laika nodded slowly. "Yes, master..." she muttered, returning to Paela at the airlock. "You alright...?" she asked the other female.

Paela closed her eyes, tears threatening to well up. "Yes... Or at least I will be, the sooner we get done."

"M'ewan will be fine, Pae... he had a great teacher, after all." Laika smiled softly at her comrade. "If anyone's gonna survive a crash like that, it'll be him."

A slight inclination of a nod, and then Paela was all business again. "Let's get going," she said. All traces of her emotional distress disappeared as she leapt down into the ship.

With a deep breath, Laika followed her fellow Jedi into the dark below.

As a Lion, Master Dorlin was well aware of his aversion to water. Still, as the rain began to pelt the forest floor, he found himself at ease. Thank the Force for Jedi training, he thought. All around him the soft pitter patter of raindrops became a deafening roar in an instant. Visibility was minimal, so he closed his eyes and focused his mind.

Stretching out with the Force, Dorlin probed the area around him, keeping in mind that at any time the owner of those turbolasers could show up. He could sense life all around him. It was sick, though - tainted with the Dark Side of the Force. It took all that he had not to recoil from it.

That was when he sensed it... off in the distance, the Dark Side was... shifting. Several entities were moving through the jungle.

Are they coming to the crash site? _ Dorlin wasn't sure, but it seemed as if the Dark Side presences were heading in the direction of the _Light of Solidarity. If they were, than they might be wild animals attracted to the noise of the crash. Or worse, thought the Lion, green eyes opening slowly. They could be an enemy patrol.

Turning his focus towards the wreckage behind him, Dorlin quickly located the presence of one Jedi Knight. Paela had done a good job of hiding it, but her essence was beginning to be affected by the Dark Side. Already he could feel the taint welling up inside of her being. On the other hand, Laika was shrouding herself perfectly, so he couldn't get a reading on her purity.

Ultimately, he had no way of knowing how much damage this moon would do to his comrades. We never should've come here, he realized, closing his eyes once more. It was our mistake...

Coming to a decision, Dorlin leapt into the brush, moving away from the initial crash site. He was going to get a good look at this enemy of theirs.

The interior of the Thousand Steps was pitch black. The humidity of the exterior atmosphere had seeped into the ship, giving Laika the impression that she was wading through ink. It wasn't entirely unpleasant, but she was having trouble putting her finger on just how it made her feel.

Paela had ignited her lightsaber, and its standard sentinel-yellow glow filled the corridor. It wasn't enough light to pick out details, but it kept them from stubbing their toes.

After reaching the doorway at the far end, Paela turned to her comrade, taking a deep breath. "It looks like the auxiliary generators failed to kick in. This'll be a short trip if we don't have any power. Think you can find 'em while I head to the bridge?"

Giving a curt nod, Laika ignited her own purple blade. She'd served briefly on another _Thranta-_class corvette before, and while the old ships were often macgyvered into working condition, their power systems worked well enough to run as-is. It wouldn't take more than ten minutes for her to get the auxiliary systems online, provided they had survived the crash.

Leaving Paela behind, Laika made her way aft. Several chemical lights flickered, as if unsure whether or not they were working. They seemed to kick on the closer they were to the Jedi's weapon, and as she passed them they would resume their sporadic flickering before eventually giving up completely.

It was several decks before Laika found the mess hall. The auxiliary power bay was just below it. A sealed blast door stood between her and her prize, but Laika wasn't concerned. Taking a strong stance, the Jedi plunged her purple saber into the blast door. It would take several minutes to burn through the dense heat-resistant material.

Reaching for her holocomm with her free paw, Laika keyed in Paela's code and waited.

When the Thranta-class of starship was first designed, a tertiary power generator was included to preserve bridge control functions in the event of catastrophic failure. Paela thanked the Force for such foresight, as she took in the diagnostic information in front of her. Even without primary or secondary power, the ship was capable of telling her everything that was wrong with it.

"Paela," came the voice of Laika, garbled and laced with static. A blue projection of the Canine's head appeared out of the holocomm strapped to Paela's belt. "Are you reading me?"

Detaching the communicator from her waist, Paela brought it up to where she could get a better look. Now Laika's entire body was being projected, and it appeared that she was attempting to cut through something with her lightsaber.

"Is everything alright...?" asked Paela. She wasn't look forward to losing another fellow Jedi today.

Laika nodded and said, "You can relax. There's been no trouble so far. I just wanted to let you know that I've reached the mess hall, but the blast doors are down. I'm cutting through them, but I'll need to adjust my time estimate a bit."

Paela walked over to the internal power display console. It took her a moment to find it, as the bridge was full of dozens of identical terminals. She tapped a few controls before a diagram of the ship appeared. The area around the mess hall was bright blue while the rest of the ship remained yellow, save for the red zone indicating irreparable damage from the crash.

"It looks like the auxiliary power is online, Laika. Somehow it's been isolated to the mess hall. I'm not entirely sure how or why." Paela flipped through several more diagnostics before heading back over to the captain's terminal. "I'm going to open the logs and see if they can tell us more about what happened. If you find any survivors, let me know."

"Will do," chirped Laika in response.

The holocomm disconnected and Paela was left alone once more. The bridge had been buried underneath twenty feet of dirt, but somehow the viewscreen had remained intact. A shiver ran down Paela's spine as she suddenly felt buried alive. It didn't help that ever since she had stepped hoove on the moon, something had been calling to her. Half of her wanted to run and hide, while the other have wanted to tear her clothes off.

A brief flashback to what had occurred on the descent through the cloud layer made Paela shiver once more. Her nipples stood up underneath her clothes, and she bit her lip.

"Now is not the time..." she reminded herself.

The captain's personal console was attached to the command chair on its left. It only took Paela a moment to slice into the computer and bring up the logbook. She scanned the first few entries, trying to figure out when things went wrong.

"Log entry four-seventeen..." Paela read aloud, scrolling down slowly. "We arrived at the Braxxin system today, our week long journey from Alderaan coming to an end. Upon arrival, we detected a sub-light distress beacon orbiting Tressalix - a jungle moon in the orbit of Braxxis two. We were warned by the Princess' Jedi escort that the moon is off limits for good reason, but as the beacon was in high orbit and not near the surface, they gave us permission to conduct rescue operations."

The computer automatically activated a visual log, and the image of a scruffy Otter appeared. He stared at the camera for a moment before speaking. "Log entry four-seventeen, addendum. After intercepting with the distress beacon - which, I might add, turned out to be an empty escape pod - we were fired on by planetary defense turbolasers. Our deflectors were down so we could bring the pod aboard... they caught us completely by surprise."

Static filled the holographic image before it returned to normal, and the face of the tired-eyed captain returned to focus. "We came in hard, but managed to save most of the ship. There were no casualties from the crash itself, but warrant officer Sark was pulled out into space during the turbolaser assault." The Otter closed his eyes and sighed. "She... burned up on reentry..."

Another burst of static and the image was replaced by that of a grey Wolf. He had a pair of goggles strapped to his head, but he didn't appear to be an engineer or technician. "Acting captain's log, entry one zero one... for the record, captain Artro was taken off duty after some sort of mental breakdown. He sexually assaulted the Chief, who was forced to defend herself. The captian is now in isolated lockup in the med bay, but more and more crewmembers have started to exhibit irrational and libidinous behavior. We've only been planetside for two hours."

This time, there were no bursts of static, but a bright flash enveloped the screen for a moment. The Wolf remained, however his attention was dragged away from the camera. "What do you mean the princess is gone?! What was that explosion?" He looked back at the camera, his teeth bared in frustration. "It appears that our Alderaanian royalty has used a plasma charge to blow her way out of the ship. There's no telling when whoever shot us down is going to show up to check on us, so the Jedi are recommending we follow the willful princess up the rabbit hole, so to speak. I'm inclined to agree with their logic..."

That was the last of the logs. Paela reached for her holocomm, still attempting to absorb what she had just witnessed. "Laika," she called out, activating the recall function on her communicator. "Laika, come in..."

Laika was almost through the blast door when she heard her holocomm ping. Reaching down with her free paw, she activated it. The elegant form of her Equine companion appeared in a blue haze. A look of concern had twisted the Jedi's features. "Laika, come in..."

"I'm almost through the blast door. Find anything in the logs?" Laika twisted her saber back and forth, only inches away from completing a full circle. The molten metal of the door was crackling and popping, some bits and pieces falling. Laika made sure to keep herself far from the most dangerous of the spitting chunks. She'd had her fur singed by liquid metal before, she wasn't looking forward to repeating the experience.

With a look of severe discomfort, Paela sat down and began fiddling with something that wasn't being projected. "Long story short, the majority of the crew evacuated several hours ago. The ship's counselor, a Wolf named Drass, was acting captain when they made the decision. Some of the crew were being affected by the planet - like we were during our descent through the cloud layer. They might have left those affected behind. Be careful, Laika."

The lightsaber finished its business with the blast door, and Laika pulled it free. She stepped back and reached out with the Force, yanking the portion she had finished cutting out. It fell to the deck with a thud, and a cloud of steam erupted from the empty space it left behind. Laika breathed in the sweet scent of the air and coughed, stepping back further.

"Laika? Laika, is everything alright?" asked Paela frantically. "The environmental sensors are going crazy... humidity, temperature... they've increased dramatically."

Waving a paw in front of her face, Laika coughed again and blinked. Steam was slowly filling the corridor, but it wasn't painfully warm. In fact, it was quite pleasant. She felt dizzy for a moment and reached up to tug on the collar of her tunic. "I'm fine, Paela," she managed to choke out. "It's just steam... I don't know why, but the mess hall is saturated with it. I'm heading in..." She didn't wait for a response, deactivating the holocomm and stepping up to the freshly made entrance.

Several sensations assaulted her as she entered the mess hall proper. Her skin tingled underneath her fur, and her head swam. The smells were incredible, a mixture of sweet and musky scents that she couldn't quite put her finger on. The room had power, and the lights were on a dim amber setting, giving the room an almost sensual atmosphere.

The room had four lowered eating areas, with a raised crossway dividing them. On the far end to the entrance was the door to the kitchens, as well as a window where the crew would grab their food. There was a figure standing there, obscured by the steam, which seemed to be rising from the four eating areas. That was when Laika noticed what had been done to them. The tables and chairs had been removed, replaced with water. They were filled up to the crosswalk, and several crewmen were lounging, naked.

The obscured figure began padding their way along the crosswalk towards the entrance to the mess, and Laika raised her saber in a defensive posture. The moisture in the air crackled against her blade, and she breathed deep, attempting to focus her mind. Something in the room was making her light headed, and she assumed it was the steam.

"Laika! Is that you, girl?" came an ecstatic voice, and the figure came into focus. It was a Doberman woman, wearing the draping outer robes of a Jedi. Laika could see from the part in her robes that she was naked underneath, and she had to fight the urge to stare. "It's me, Senni!"

Sennirata Dorv'ei was a Doberman Jedi that Laika hadn't seen in years. They were inseparable as younglings, but once the two had earned the title of Padawan, the Order had done a very good job of keeping them apart. There was that strict rule about attachment, and as best friends they definitely met the criteria.

Laika lowered her weapon and looked around. "Senni, what is going on here? Why did you convert the mess into a bath house?"

The Doberman nodded and smiled, raising her arms and spinning like a top. "Isn't it wonderful? We originally did it to insulate the room - the auxiliary generators were damaged in the crash, and without anywhere for the power to go, it started building up in the buffers. We filled the interior of the generator room with water, to collect the excess heat, and it overflowed into the mess. I guess you can say this is a hell of a byproduct, don't you think?"

Laika looked around. "Why was the blast door sealed?" she asked, looking back.

"They locked us in here," mumbled one of the crewmen. She was a rabbit with several tattoos burned into her fur, affecting the color of their growth. "Engineering Chief Rassina, at your service." She went back to what appeared to be a nap.

"Don't mind her," smiled Senni. "Let's talk in the kitchen. I was just about to make some lunch." She raised a paw as a gesture to follow her.

After taking one last look around the room, Laika nodded. "Sure. Gimme one second." She raised her holocomm, recalling Paela. Once the image of the other Jedi appeared, Laika smiled. "You can relax now, Pae. I found several survivors, and one of them is a Knight."

"Are you sure everything is alright?" asked Paela, concern evident. "They could be the survivors that were... afflicted."

Laika shrugged, following Senni. "Even if that was the case, they seem perfectly fine now. Better give up on restoring aux power, though. Generator room is submerged." The look of confusion that Paela gave her made Laika roll her eyes. "Long story. Just gimme some time here and then we can plan our next move. Try to contact Master Dorlin to advise him of our progress."

Any remaining remarks from the other Jedi were cut off as Laika thumbed the deactivation stud. Senni opened the door to the kitchen and turned, giving her a come hither look.

Oh, this is a bad, bad idea, thought Laika. However, her body was moving of its own accord, and soon she was stepping through the kitchen door eagerly.

Jedi Master Dorlin was running through the jungle as quickly as possible. The pounding torrent of rain was doing a wonderful job masking his physical presence, and his mind was shrouding him in the Force with equal efficiency. The lifeforms were up ahead, and as he burst forth into a clearing, he dived behind a fallen tree to hide.

Peeking over his protection, Dorlin took in the scene ahead. There were seven of these beings, whatever they were. Three of them wore Imperial armor, while two were clad in Republic scout uniforms. Two more showed obvious Mandalorian markings, and Dorlin cursed under his breath at the sight of their beskar plated armor. It's going to be difficult cutting through that, he thought to himself.

The last lifeform was a figure in long, dark robes. From behind, Dorlin couldn't make out anything about it, except that it had an obvious aura of power. "The crash site is somewhere around here. Search the area, and report back when you've found something." The robe-clad individual spoke in a female voice, but one of authority. Her subordinates gave an imperial salute - all save the Mandos, who simply nodded in affirmation. Then they ran off in pairs, disappearing into the rain.

An imperial holocomm was produced from underneath the woman's robes, and she turned in Dorlin's direction, activating it. He watched as the image of a throne appeared, but its back was turned towards him.

"Yes, Mika?" asked the holographic image, also in a female voice.

The robed woman, whose Vulpine muzzle was visible underneath her hood, smiled in reverence. "Mistress, we've located the general area of the crashed Jedi transport. My men are combing the area as we speak."

"Very good, pet. Bring any survivors to me, understand?" The voice sounded almost proud. By the way Mika shook in response, she took it as high praise indeed.

"As you say, Mistress..." whispered the Fox, deactivating and pocketing the device quickly.

Dorlin reached out, searching for the enemy search parties. They were dozens of meters away by now, scouring the area. This was his chance. As the Lion prepared to leap forwards, taking the enemy completely by surprise, a sharp pinging noise called out from the holocomm on his hip.

"Shit," he growled, watching as Mika ignited a blood red lightsaber and pointed it in his direction.

"Jedi," the Fox called, grinning madly. She threw herself up into the air, shedding her robe in the process. Underneath was a skin-tight black bodysuit, with cutouts for her chest, belly button and crotch. She brought her lightsaber down, swinging a vicious arch that would no doubt slice her target in two.

Dorlin was fast enough to avoid the attack, side stepping and pulling his saberstaff free of its belt clip. It was activated immediately after clearing his waist, two bright yellow blades spearing into the rain. He maneuvered it around his body, making loud humming noises as it cut through the air.

"Sith," stated Dorlin, eyes avoiding the female's mammaries. "You seem a bit underdressed."

The Fox licked her lips sensually, running a paw up her body slowly, pausing only to tug on her own nipple harshly. "No such thing, kitty cat."

An eye twitch was Dorlin's only response, the sudden nickname tugging at his patience. _There is no emotion, only peace..._he thought to himself.

"Peace is a lieeee," sang the Fox, as if reading his mind. Dorlin chose that moment to attack, and as Mika parried his aggressive blow her smile widened. "You Jedi are so predictable. I don't need to be psychic to know how much you cling to that pathetic code of yours." She parried another blow from her opponent before counterattacking rather effectively. "You'll come around. All you Jedi do."

Dorlin sneered. It looked out of place on his usually somber face. "I highly doubt that, Sith."

"We'll seeeee," Mika replied, once again in a sing-song manner. It provoked another series of strikes from the thoroughly annoyed Lion.

Paela was unable to get her Master to respond, and cursed under her breath. She sat back in the captain's chair, turning once again towards the left-hand console. She couldn't sense what was happening - there was too much Dark Side interference. Apparently, it's easy to feel useless, she thought to herself. Silently hoping that Laika was having better luck, Paela began sifting through more logs, trying to get a better understanding of what might've taken place.

"What the hell, Senni? Are you trying to kill me?!" Laika sat, right leg resting across her left, a tray of supremely pathetic food on the table in front of her. "Ugh," she said, taking another bite of the mush on her spoon. "Seriously, this is poison. It has to be."

The Doberman who prepared the meal was standing on the other end of the table, arms folded in front of her with a cup of steaming coffee in her right paw. She glared down at her friend, partly in amusement, and shook her head. "Talk about your ungratefulness, eh? I make my specialty blue eggs for my girl, here, and this is what I get? Slanderous lies?" She began to pout, an absurdly sexual look for the given situation. "You're so mean to me, Lai-Lai..."

Laika spat out the eggs again, only this time it was in response to the nickname she had just now been given. With a look of incredulity, Laika stood, stomped towards her old friend, and grabbed her by the robe. "Oh-ho-ho, no you don't," growled Laika, tugging at the clothing in her palm. "No one gets to call me Lai-Lai and gets away with it."

"Oh really?" asked Senni, raising her paw to her muzzle with a fake look of surprise. Then her expression changed to a feral smile, and she leaned forward to whisper in Laika's ear. "What're you gonna do, Lai-Lai..." The Doberman stepped away slowly, letting her robe stay with Laika's paw. Senni bit her lip and raised her arms, showing that she was naked, wet, and waiting. "... punish me...?" she whispered, turning around so her back was facing Laika, and slid her paws down to her ample butt cheeks. With a quick tug, she spread them, showing off her ready slit.

Struck with the urge to devour the treat presented to her, Laika shook her head in an attempt to clear it. It was becoming quite obvious that this was the strange behavior that had warranted separating the crew. Still, a tiny voice whispered in the back of Laika's mind. You can't be held accountable... just let go and enjoy yourself...

_ _ Coughing awkwardly, Laika attempted to hand the robe back to Senni before she did something they'd both regret. "Here... Let's, uh... Let's talk more out there... with the others." Laika wasn't used to being so flustered, but it was becoming increasingly harder to think straight. I feel almost intoxicated... what is with this place.

"Aww," whined Senni, dropping her arms in disappointment, her ass cheeks clapping together. "I wanted you all to myself..." She accepted the robe with one paw, and turned to open the door with the other. It slid up into the ceiling, and the pair re-entered the mess hall proper.

"I think it's about time for me to go, anyway," said Laika, watching as her friend dropped her robe on a pile of clothing in the corner of the room. "You all seem to have everything under control here." She was joking, of course. Still, as long as the crewmembers remained in their current state, they weren't exactly going anywhere.

Senni tensed, and several of the other crewmembers snapped their attention to her as well. "You can't," said the Doberman, reaching forwards with a paw and grabbing at Laika. "You just got here!" She pulled the other canine closer to her and kissed her hard, tongue snaking its way into her victim's muzzle when she gasped in surprise.

The other crewmembers began to watch, eagerly awaiting what was going to happene next. The Chief brought her body out of the water, keeping her legs dangled over the edge of the crosswalk, and began running her paws over her own body. Several other men and women began pawing at themselves, as well. A Horse crewman began stroking his rather impressive girth, and a Raccoon began licking it playfully.

Laika's mind was swimming, and she felt her knees buckle for a moment. The taste of her old friend was incredible, and waves of pleasure erupted from her lips. Something was amplifying the sensations, and it was all she could do not to just give in. "Please," she said, after finally extricating herself from her fellow Jedi. "Stop, Senni. You're... you're not yourself."

The Doberman growled, raising a paw to Laika's chest. "You're wrong. This is who I really am." A wave of Force energy erupted from her paw, throwing Laika back onto the crosswalk. Several of the crewmembers were waiting to grasp on her arms and legs, keeping them well contained. Laika's limbs were pulled down until they almost hurt. She couldn't move, no matter how hard she bucked and kicked, nothing worked.

"Y-you don't have to do this, Senni! Please, let me go!" Laika pleaded with her oldest friend, but the Doberman refused to listen. Instead, she smiled and began sashaying her way up to Laika's prone form.

Bending down, Senni ran her hands along Laika's clothed body. "Trust me, babe. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be thanking me like the good little bitch you are." She leaned in further, kissing Laika once more, this time devouring the poor female's mouth.

It wasn't like any kiss Laika had ever felt. It was simultaneously as possessive as it was giving. She couldn't describe how it made her feel, but she wanted more. She just didn't want to want more. It was wrong and disgusting and so, so wonderful. When Senni pulled it away it was like someone was taking her world away, and Laika whined desperately at the loss.

"Shh," admonished Senni, smiling warmly down at her new toy. "My lips won't leave for long, sweetie." The Doberman twisted and came down, straddling Laika's head with her powerful thighs. She ground her clit into Laika's tongue, howling in ecstasy. "Atta girl, Lai!"

Laika was lost in an array of tastes and sensations. She felt paws of all shapes and sizes caressing her body through her clothing. It was like the whole world was making love to her. The juices of her old friend's pussy were like sweet nectar in her mouth, and she lapped it up greedily. An array of scents assaulted her nose, but it was a good thing, and she took deep breaths to get more.

"Now for the best part," moaned Senni, continuing to grind her sex against her friend's muzzle. "A little trick I picked up..." she whispered, extending arms out. Currents of energy akin to electricity erupted from her paws, raining down onto her friend's body. They speared into Laika's clothes, ripping them apart and tearing at her body.

Instead of pain, the maelstrom of energy brought only violent sparks of pleasure. Laika's back arched, and she began devouring the crotch in front of her, tongue diving in and out of Senni's folds, bringing with it the delicious tastes of her good friend. She briefly thanked the Force for giving her this moment.

Spurred on by Laika's vigorous assault on her cunt, Senni began grinding harder, thrusting forwards and back, wiping her tailhole along the needy tongue beneath it. The feeling of both of her holes getting serviced one after another forced a scream from her muzzle, and she ground harder than before.

The combination of sweet pussy and musky tailhole was pushing Laika over the edge, accompanied by the energy racking her body. It was too much, and she felt her own swollen vagina tense and squirt, sending her cum into the air like a violent fountain. Another mouth slurped it up at the source, and she honestly didn't care who it belonged to. Someone was licking her pussy, and that was alright by her.

"Oh, Force, Laika, you're better than I thought," whimpered Senni, finally reaching her own orgasm and squirting all over her friend's face. "Now be a good girl and keep it up!"

Laika was more than happy to oblige, especially with the new ministrations on her own sex. The arms restraining her had disappeared, and she took the opportunity to wrap her legs around the friendly head between them. Reaching up, she dug her paws into the ass at her nose, squeezing the cheeks roughly. She was vaguely aware of thicker liquids covering her chest and torso, but ignored it as the energy coursing through her increased ten-fold.

It was all a bit too much. If the sensations continued, Laika would lose herself in it all. Orgasm after orgasm pounded her senses, and she moaned louder and louder.

Then, out of nowhere, all of it stopped. She was left feeling cold and alone, ironic given the warm, humid atmosphere in the room. It was such a sudden change that she almost broke down right there, searching for the wondrous feelings that had since fled. Looking around, she was momentarily dazed as she took in the sight before her.

Senni, her oldest - and now dearest - friend was spread out on the floor, unconscious. Several of the other crewmembers were in various forms of disarray. A handful floated on their backs, while more still were watching Laika in either fear or anger, she couldn't really tell. Then she realized that they weren't staring at her, but at something behind her. The confused canine turned, looking for the source of her new friends' anxiety.

The tall figure of Paela stood at the door, hand outstretched, lightsaber drawn. "Laika, are you alright? You're naked! What were they doing to you?"

None of the questions seemed to register for a moment, until Laika shook her head clear, and stood slowly, feeling weaker than usual. "I... I dunno, one minute we were talking, and the next..." she paused in search of the right words. "... everything was better." She shook her head again, trying to regain some semblance of focus. "Sorry, I, uh... I'm not sure. I need to get out of here. We need to get out of here."

"Not like that," said Paela, pointing out Laika's obvious state of undress.

The canine nodded, turning towards the pile of clothes in the corner of the room. She fished out Senni's combat tunic, pulling it free from the tangled mess. She turned to give her unconscious friend one last longing look, then followed Paela out of the room. The crewmen all looked like they wanted to follow, but decided taking care of their Jedi companion would be better.

"That was weird," said Laika, once they had reached the safety of the bridge. "I've never lost control so completely before."

Paela nodded solemenly. "It's something about this place... this moon is... wrong."

Laika sighed, pulling on Senni's discarded tunic as quickly as possible. It felt good to be clothed again. At least, that's what she had to tell herself. "How long was I down there, anyway?"

"About an hour," replied Paela, attempting to contact Master Dorlin again. "I got worried after your holocomm got disconnected."

That means I was trapped, naked on the floor, for almost forty-five minutes, thought Laika_. _ The implications of losing so much time to mindless fucking was troubling to her. Even if I loved every minute of it...

Swearing rather loudly, Paela placed her holocomm back where it belonged on her belt. "I still can't reach Master Dorlin. He stopped answering almost the same time you did."

Laika could hear the worry in the Equine's voice. "Well that's unusual. But we've had communications blackouts before. I mean, just cause I was in need of immediate assistance doesn't mean he is." She placed a comforting paw on Paela's shoulder. "Come on, Pae. We've pretty much got all we need here." Well I haven't, but I can't very well say that aloud.

"You're right," said Paela, sniffling slightly. She pointed back the way they had come. "The princess apparently used a plasma charge to create a way out. It might be faster than backtracking to the airlock."

The two Jedi Knights composed themselves, and together they made their way back onto the flight deck. To their right, the opposite way to the mess hall, a massive hole was blown out of the bulkhead. Natural light filtered through it, and rain dripped down on the deck plating. It was a steep climb, but the dirt appeared to have solidified from the ionized gas.

Pulling herself up and through the scorched metal, Laika began the climb, followed shortly by her comrade. It wasn't nearly as bad a journey as they thought it'd be, and shortly they felt the cool humidity of the surface. There was no sign of Master Dorlin, however.

Laika reached out with the Force, searching for their Lion compatriot. Somewhere, off in the distance, she could feel him. His presence was like a candle in the dark. Flickering, but strong.

"Come on," called Paela, obviously having sensed the Master's location as well. "Feels like he's in trouble."

The wind picked up, scattering the downpour in violently chaotic directions. Laika couldn't see a foot in front of her face, but that didn't matter. She knew the Force would guide her, as did Paela. They used that knowledge to bolster their will, and shot off into the jungle.

Jedi Master Dorlin didn't understand how it had come to this. He was holding the pathetic Fox-Sith by the throat, squeezing her even as he thrust his feline member inside of her warm, tight vagina. It was pure hate-fucking, and it wasn't right, but he couldn't stop himself. The rough texture of his glans didn't seem to be bothering the female, however, as she was whining and rocking against him like a bitch in heat.

"Stupid Sith," he growled, fucking her as hard as he could. "D'you see what you've forced me to do?!" Dorlin knew, in the rational portion of his mind, that he was losing it. There was no truth to the notion that she had somehow forced him to fuck her. The shame had driven him to displace the blame. "This is all your fault!"

The Fox, to her credit, took it in stride, and simple yipped in time with the thrusts, completely uncaring that she was being handled so violently. One of her paws worked her clit, while she stuffed the other one into her own mouth, greedily sucking on her fingers.

"You just can't get enough, can you?" asked Dorlin, glaring down at the small female. "You just need more, deeper, harder and faster..." He emphasized his words by slapping her right breast roughly, and tugged hard on her swollen nipple. "Such a silly little bitch..."

It was moment's like this that Laika hated to walk in on, but the universe didn't ask her for permission when scarring situations arose. The rain had died down enough for visibility to improve, and she watched as one of the most respected Jedi Masters in the history of the Order was hammering the pussy of a small Fox. A strange combination of disgust and arousal hit her in the gut, and she had to shake her head violently to clear her mind.

A small, barely audible moan escaped Paela's lips, and Laika turned to look at her comrade. The Horse was staring at the Jedi Master like he was a piece of meat, absentmindedly stroking herself through her clothes. It made Laika roll her eyes, and she whacked Paela's arm roughly. This seemed to snap her friend out of it, who immediately looked apologetic.

The two Jedi Knights stepped forwards to get the third Jedi's attention, when Dorlin dropped the Fox on his own and stroked himself to completion. A steady stream of Lion cum erupted into the air, spraying in thick ropes all over the crumpled Vulpine female below.

"That's a good bitch..." mumbled Dorlin, and turned to gather his things. He caught sight of his two subordinates standing there, mouths open in disturbed amazement. "Uh... Laika, Paela, how long have you two been standing there."

Laika spoke first, covering her eyes with her paws. "Way... too... long..."

In contrast, Paela licked her lips and stared down at the male's cock. The thick, veiny sex was semi-hard and twitching, with small drops of white seed dripping from the tip. "Yeah..." she mumbled in distracted agreement. Her eyes told a different story, locking onto the delicious looking snack.

"Oh, for Force sake," growled Laika, smacking Paela once again to get her attention. "Snap out of it, we have a job to do!"

Several different colored bolts of energy erupted from the surrounding brush, tearing through the air straight at the three Jedi. Master Dorlin attempted to call his saberstaff to himself with the Force, but it didn't reach him in time to stop a blue energy blast from ripping through his shoulder. "Damn it!" he scowled, falling onto the ground.

The other two Jedi raised their lightsabers and began deflecting the incoming attacks expertly, but the sheer volume of fire was enough to push them back. That was when the Fox stood up, licking herself clean of spunk. "Excellent timing, boys," she said with a thick Imperial accent. With a flick of her wrist, a lightsaber flew to her paw, and she ignited its red blade. "Remember, don't kill them. Mistress wants them..." she paused to choose her words carefully, then said, "... relatively unharmed."

Several soldiers poured out of the trees, blasting away at the two Jedi who remained standing. A few of them stopped to pick up the fallen Lion, who offered little resistance. The blast had knocked what little sense remained right out of him, too exhausted to keep fighting.

"I think it's time for us to go!" shouted Paela, stepping back further and deflecting a few close calls. "Not much we can do for him if we all get captured!"

Laika hated to admit it, but Paela was right. "Okay, retreat and regroup. But first..." Laika angled her lightsaber so it deflected a bolt straight back to its source, knocking a woman in Mandalorian armor on her back. "Ten points!" she whooped, before performing a backflip into the brush.

They were cutoff, however, by four more soldiers clad in Republic marine armor, and forced into a bad situation. They were surrounded on three sides, and they were being driven into the thicker part of the brush. Soon there wouldn't be enough room left to move, let alone escape.

Branches were ripping holes in the two Jedi's clothes, cutting their skin and constricting their deflection patterns. Laika started incorporating sweeping movements behind her back to slice anything impeding her retreat. Taking notice, Paela began copying the movements at a different frequency, so as not to provide any large openings in their defense.

Just as it seemed like there was no stopping the onslaught of enemy fire, a blue lightsaber arched down from the canopy. It caught everyone by surprise, and more than half of the soldiers were struck by the weapon. It returned back up into the trees, and Laika watched as the figure of a young Ram fell from the sky.

"Room for one more?" shouted M'ewan, swinging his blue blade to strike another enemy.

The sudden appearance of another Jedi was enough to distract the soldiers, giving both Paela and Laika plenty of time to get into better positions. This gave them enough advantage to turn the tide, and the three Jedi began pushing back.

After several minutes, the enemy soldiers had either fallen or fled. The trio of Jedi turned to one another, exhausted. "Well that was fun," sighed Laika, patting M'ewan on the shoulder. "Good to see you kid. We were worried about you."

The Ram smiled, shrugging. "I made sure to evacuate the crash site rather quickly. I kept to the trees, avoiding the search parties. This planet seems to do strange things to people."

"It's a moon, not a planet Padawan..." said Paela in a stern voice and a stony expression. She couldn't hold it forever, though, and broke into a wide grin, rushing forwards and throwing her arms around her student. "I was so worried," she whispered.

M'ewan seemed a bit flustered by the attention, but returned the motherly embrace. "I'm sorry, Master."

A warm smile graced Laika's muzzle, and she shrugged. "You're lucky, Padawan. Back in my day, my Master woulda tore me a new one." She sighed and looked around, making doubly sure that they were alone. "Come on, we should return to the Thousand Steps and plan our next move."

"What about those crazed crewmembers...?" asked Paela, releasing her student.

After shaking her head, Laika clipped her lightsaber back to her belt. "I don't think they're particularly dangerous. Just keep them at an arm's length, and if they get... amorous... direct their attention towards someone who can reciprocate."

M'ewan looked between the two Jedi Knights. "I'm not sure what you two are talking about, but if you found survivors, we might need their help to rescue Master Dorlin."

"We'll table this discussion until we get there," said Paela, obviously uneasy about trusting those sexual predators. "For now, let's focus on getting back in one piece."

The three Jedi departed, darting into the jungle. The rain began to fall once more, and a small probe droid floated underneath a wide leaf for cover. Its cameras watched as the trio fled, following only when it knew they were out of earshot.

A fallen Jedi sat on her throne, all manner of attendants lounging at her feet. Each one of the half-naked men and women relaxed as they waited for a command from their Mistress. She was a tall, dark grey Wolf, with iridescent purple eyes. She sat, a long black robe her only form of clothing.

In the palm of Wolf's paw was a holocomm, keyed in to the frequency of one of her many probe droids. The image of a white canine shimmered above its crystalline projector, spinning around slowly.

"She is delicious, isn't she Mistress...?" asked Mika, smiling softly in the dim, red lighting. "As soon as I saw her, I knew you'd want a taste." She licked her lips for emphasis, crawling up towards the throne on all fours. "Her Jedi Master was quite the fuck, as well. He's awaiting indoctrination as we speak."

As Mika slowly approached her Mistress, the Wolf on the throne spread her legs. She had a thick canine shaft, with a heavy sack nestled snuggly below it. Mika knew that behind those orbs was another prize: the most delicious vagina she'd ever had the good fortune to perform cunnilingus on. Still, that can wait, she thought, as her paw reached out to stroke the throbbing member in front of her.

"You serve me well, Mika," growled the Wolf. "But you could always serve me better..." It was an invitation. Not one refused lightly, either. Mika took as much of her Mistress' cock as she could, greedily slobbering all over it. The Wolf never stopped staring at the image of Laika, rotating in front of her as it was.

A/n: That was just chapter one! I hope you enjoyed and that you stick around for chapter two. Things will get a little hotter as the story unfolds. I hope to share it with you. :3