Play Testers Wanted Pt. 07

"What if it is a Force user? Is that why it feeds on brains?" I uttered those terrible words.

"What are you going to do Master?" Traci asked while the battle droids ignored me.

"Kill it." I replied and that did get their attention.

"We are ordered to protect you." Intoned the droid with the gold skull emblazed upon his torso.

"Good. Visit first and then see if this fucker shows itself." I laughed.

The heavily armored ship made a show of circling the center of the city before landing at the space port. It took four speeders to carry us to the House of Krenn. Alerted by our flyby the full honor guard was prepared to greet us. Tyrell looked splendid in his blue robes. Did this mean a shift of power away from the Sadow Clan? Or was there a political marriage in the works? Whatever the reason for the change it was time to collect my slaves, see the garden, and if possible, kill the thing lurking within the mansion. My babysitters and I left the speeders and Tyrell's shock was too great to hide when he saw me leading the war bots instead of being led by them.

"Hello Friend Krenn." I greeted him. "I am sorry about the death of your father."

"We share that, come... walk with me." He offered.

"Might I see your garden again?" I asked and he especially liked when I said his garden.

The droids never left my side as we crossed to the rear of the house. We stood on the balcony looking out over the myriad blooms so that Traci could scan it for later deciphering. Once she signaled that she was finished we took the steps into the garden. Tyrell and I discussed the death of his father and revenge.

"There are catacombs under the house." He began his rage barely contained. "I believe it has retreated there. It is where we bury our honored dead and keep some of the families greatest treasures."

"I think I can honestly say that your father would be proud of your control over his death." I stated watching his reaction closely. "I offer what support I can to aid you eliminating this threat to your family. If you will have it. If not, I understand."

"My father was strong in the dark side and yet," he stated as he paused contemplating his own odds. "I would be grateful. There are rituals to see to before the burial. I understand you wish to pick out the slaves my father gave to you. Please take whichever ones you desire. I would seal the breach between us."

"I am glad to hear that. If you require my assistance, I will be in the slave quarters."

A part of me wanted to take the most beautiful females but I felt that would just piss him off. Instead I selected the ten I found the most attractive and the rest I determined by how strong in the Force they were. I planned on freeing them before I returned to my own time anyway. My first choice was the female who had shared a bath with me. Once chosen I sent them off to the shuttle as a desperate plan formed in my mind.

"What if there isn't just one of those damn things?" I muttered and Traci replied.

"I know that expression, what are you planning?"

"It is evil, but it would be a last-ditch action you understand." I laughed.

"Are you going to share or not?"

"How familiar are you with Xim's ballistic arsenal?" I asked and Traci giggled. "I don't suppose they have anything like a bunker buster."

"Master?!" Traci exclaimed seeing my thoughts quite clearly.

I sent her back to the shuttle as Tyrell summoned me back to the main house. As I crossed the courtyard the war bot with the gold skull informed me that Xim has decided to 'loan' me one missile if needs must. I wonder if Xim shared the fire for revenge that Tyrell did? Or was it something else? It was difficult to tell with galactic despots.

The House of Krenn invited me to attend the rituals for sending their patriarch off to the next life. I was unfamiliar with the rites but went along for their sake. Strong male slaves, naked from the waist up, carried Tyllen's coffin down to the catacombs. Tyrell followed directly behind and in Sith custom I came right after even ahead of the females of the family. I was prepared for the assault. It was as subtle as it was insidious. The others drifted into a quiet almost hypnotic trance. I fought off the mental miasma and selected Death Kiss from my inventory. I didn't draw it, but I waited for it or them to reveal themselves.

The sluggish procession meandered to the slot prepared for Tyllen. The coffin was lowered, and the stone lid was lowered into place. All of them turned to return except one of the male slaves. He stood there transfixed to the spot. I realized too late that even the robots had left as well. I drew my sword and waited for the inevitable. The slave drunkenly stumbled forward deeper into the catacombs. Sith runes and art decorated the walls and sarcophagi. Generations of the Krenn family were entombed here. If I read the numbers correctly, we were heading for the older portions of the crypt. Death Kiss squirmed in my grasp eager to feed.

The last of the lighted crystals faded behind me. The darkness might have frightened others but to me it was an old friend. I saw as easily now as I did above in the well-lit mansion. I felt my lips curl into a smile.

"UNNNN!!" The slave groaned but this was hardly an erotic sound. He was clearly in pain. I moved closer but not too close. "AHHHH!!"

I caught up and the slave was kneeling, blood or fluids poured from his open mouth as a sick crunching sound came from him. Fearing a chest burster or worse I prepared Force lightning in my free hand. It didn't erupt out of his chest but his head. The slave's skull cracked open and it tumbled out. There was a wet slapping sound as it slithered out and tried to evade my blade. The host let out a final gasp of breath and died. Death Kiss speared the newborn thing and I felt a surprisingly amount of energy race up the blade. Its death didn't go unnoticed. The soft angry hisses were out of my line of sight. Instead of moving deeper I chose I defensive position. I had a wall to my back but whoever or whatever was out there was being reluctant.

"Let's see if this does the trick." I chuckled as I blasted the corpse with a small bolt of Force lightning. The hissing got louder and closer. "That did the trick."

They were short squat things, low to the ground, appearing as a fleshy looking cross between a spider and an octopus. They were uniform in size, about the size of a small monkey and each giving off an enormous amount of dark side energy. There was a dozen or so at first, but more and more were appearing. I pulled the shadows around me but that seemed to alert them to my presence. Too late to change my tactics now I was soon surrounded. I went on the attack lashing out with blade and black fire. A second group of them cut off my escape back up the steps, but that wasn't where I wanted to go. I felt a pulse of power from below. If it was a treasure, I would claim it. Bursts of energy came to me via Death Kiss. She greedily drank their lifeforce and took the lion share for herself of course. I cleaved a path through them and reached the steps going down. I leapt down clearing my landing spot with a gout of hell fire and burned three of the fuckers to ash.

"How many of you are there?" I growled.

They grouped at the top of the stairs and quite skillfully moved as a group down towards me. I threw up a protective sphere and looked for my prize. I reached out and felt it just below me. One more level to go. I smiled and strengthened my resolve. If it was this damn deep it was worth the effort, I hoped. The mental assault was damn near overwhelming. Six of them hovered out of the shadows. They were roughly humanoid and looked just like the hologram Traci had created. Bipedal octopus headed entities with dead white eyes.

'Surrender!' They sent in one powerful psychic voice.

"No!" I growled as I fired back seeking the weak link in their collective. "Found you!" I screamed as the third figure on the left grabbed its head and silently screamed. "Cowards!" I howled as they fled my blade. I killed the one I had stunned. "Tastes the same." I commented as I pulled Death Kiss from the things chest. "I didn't know that energy had a flavor."

"You do now." She purred.

I maintained the shield fearing having my brain torn out of my skull. I think they feared Death Kiss more than me. She was an instrument they could not influence. I tightened my grip on her and she moaned louder. The creatures had withdrawn but I felt them close. They were planning something. Maybe once there were enough of them, they would attack again. I was wrong. A sudden burst of movement from below and I lost all sense of their presence. I had broken their morale, or so I thought. I took the steps two at a time. I was pulled towards the relic and even caught a scarlet gleam in the distance. Was it a ruby? Was it a jeweled mask? I was wrong on both accounts.

"Holy fucking shit...!!! It's a goddamn holocron... I've never seen one like it before." I gasped when a mind reached out for me. "UNNNNNN!!! Get out of my fucking head!!" I screamed as the crushing weight slammed me to the ground. This was no battle sword or spell could win. I clenched my eyes shut and brick by mental brick erected a wall. It toppled as the ancient mind struck out again. Instinct kicked in and instead of shadows I wrapped my mind in the Ebony Flames. Like a dark phoenix I threw out my arms and lashed out.

"BURN!!" The ear-splitting roar was close. I shoved down my panic. I had seen the vids of the empty skull. "Not me!! I will not end like that!" The black fire erupted outward in an ever-expanding psychic assault of my own. We went back and forth, and I caught a glimpse of it. The wordless scream burned my throat as I launched Death Kiss into the thing. Even the briefest glimpse was enough to push my sanity to the edge. "Xim!" I screamed. "Now! Fire the damn missile now!"

She never hesitated. I felt the white-hot glee as she gave the order. I snatched the holocron with one hand and yanked Death Kiss back with the other. My last rational thought was teleporting back to my catamaran. Weeping I knelt on the deck as the missiles, two of them, slammed into the roof of House Krenn. The explosion blossomed upward shattering the night. The bellow of the thing below drowned out the explosion. It would haunt me and others to our dying days. I passed out as the last of my strength faded. I awoke in someone's bed and not on the deck of my vessel.

"Make love to me." Xim begged as she pressed her body against mine. "I will give you the stars if you ask."

"Not the stars, just one." I told her as I rolled her on top of me. "Just one."

I let my lips brush hers and she kissed me. Her hunger drove away the nightmare. I slid my fingers into her long hair and held her. Xim's tongue invaded my mouth as it must. She was the aggressor and I her conquest. I pushed occasionally and that allowed her to retake lost territory. Our hands roamed over each other's bodies and we gave and took from the other greedily. She straddled my waist and examined my erection.

"Mine!" She growled happily. "Let us see how this feels." Xim announced as she trapped my erection between her breasts. "Yield! None may stand before Xim the Despot!"

"Xim's twin moons are mighty indeed." I moaned as she teased the hell out of me. "I offer up my tongue to invade your depths when it suits you."

We switched into a sixty-nine position and she let out a squeal of delight as I used the serpent tongue technique. I teased her clit and that sent poor Xim into retreat as she climaxed. Round one to the invader. She took me to base in a single blow and deepthroated me like a champ. I withdrew my tongue and lashed her asshole causing her to come up for air.

"Trying to flank me?" Xim growled as I drove my tongue into that fine ass of hers. "Gods... sneaky tentacle you have there Kressh!"

I was close but she already knew that. The evil little shit double fisted me and sent me over the edge with a howl and a spurt down her throat. She thrust a fist triumphantly into the air and then it was time to break the tie. I went on the attack, rolled her onto her belly and slid into her. I snatched a fistful of her hair and pushed her head down as I began to thrust.

"UNNNNN... damn you are hard already!"

"Ahhh!! Tight! I am going to break you." I said in challenge. "Now... ass up and head down!" I ordered as I swatted her on the right cheek.

"MMMMMM!!" She grunted as I thrusted. "Harder!! Fuck me harder!!" Xim demanded.

"What a slut." I laughed as I gave her what she wanted.

"Arrrrgh! So damn close!" She moaned. "No... not inside."

"Shut up slut." I snapped as I pulled back and stopped cold. "Well?"

"Fuck me... please." Xim begged. I slammed it home and we came at the same time.

I pulled out and she sprang into action. I felt the cold steel of her dagger at my throat as she straddled me. There was murder in her eye as I felt an edge of the weapon draw a drop of blood.

"You called me a slut!" She snarled as my cock hardened. It rose and slid right between her ass cheeks. "Seriously?! I thought I was the only insatiable one in this part of the galaxy."

"Fuck me... please." I purred as I locked eyes with her.

"No." She snapped as she rocked her hips and let my cock glide between her cheeks.

"I'll have to raise my wager then." I chuckled summoning the double dragon.

"By my father's beard... two!" Xim gasped in surprise. "You Sith are full of surprises. You owe me two missiles."

"Well your Grace... there they are. Two for your pleasure." I laughed and she chewed her lower lip. "Let me set them and then you can have your way with me, if you like."

"NO! I will do this myself. I am quite sophisticated." She informed me as she rose, took aim at both, and bent her knees. "By the dread star beast of Malachor V! I never..."

She sunk down slowly impaling both holes at the same time. Was Xim an anal virgin? It was possible. What man in his right mind would even bring up sodomizing a galactic terror like Xim? She sat there adjusting to having two cocks in her. If I was a judge of expressions, I'd call her happy. Her hips rocked slowly, and I grunted as her vice like ass worked my one cock nicely.

"Damn tight!" I whimpered. "I adore your ass my conqueror. I surrender to your hunger."

"I knew you would. My poor ass feels so good. I never knew it would feel so amazing." She moaned and yet a sense of fear engulfed her and radiated outward. I wasn't sure I should bring it up or not. "So deep in my ass! Take over! Pound me!"

"Assume the position!" I whispered.

Xim rose up, crawled towards the side of the bed, and thrust that perfect ass of hers skyward.

"Like this?" She groaned.

"Perfect, now tell me what you want." I ordered and her body shook in need.

"Your... your cocks!" She begged as she reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart. "See?!"

I knelt behind her, activated serpent tongue and slithered into both her holes first. I thought maybe it would help drive the fear from her, it didn't. I withdrew my tongues and set the heads against her slit and puckered hole. I pushed slowly.

"So good! UNNNN Fuck!" Xim whimpered. "Fuck me... hard!"

I did. Once I was seated properly, I thrust into her. I picked up speed and soon the slapping sound filled the air. I was relentless. She came twice before I was on the verge. I halted my movement, placed my hand on her head, and gripped her firmly.

"What do you want Xim?" I asked fighting the urge to climax. "I am right on the edge. Can you feel it?"

"Yes! I want to feel it... you... come inside of me."

I pulled her head up, kissed her, and then continued. I fought my orgasm as long as I could. I slammed one last time as I lost control. She broke the kiss and howled. Delighted and satisfied Xim rolled onto her back as two service droids began a bath for me.

"Wash up, I... gods... I... have something that needs doing. Wish me luck." She said her color draining and her lower lip quivering.

"I have every confidence in you." I declared as I stepped into the hot water in the tub and sat down.

Xim gestured and the tube carrying the clone body rose up, but this time a team of medical droids rolled in. Xim was given an injection and her body set onto a table that rose out of the floor. I was about to rise out of the tub when a prerecorded hologram began playing.

"I never thought I would find someone I trust." Xim intoned nervously. "One of your people cast the runes and prophesized my death. I have analyzed every syllable and found an escape clause. There is only one way." She said and then paused as the process began.

I watched as the body from the tube was removed and a second table rose up next to the one holding Xim. The droids split up into two teams. They worked in perfect harmony. The skulls of both were opened and I watched in horror as the brains were removed and swapped. They were connected to the nervous system of their new bodies and the top of the skulls restored and sealed. Two bacta tanks were raised and one body to each were carefully lowered. I could see they were both breathing shallowly. The bacta, a regenerative material, healed the wounds leaving no scars. It took hours but I was far too engrossed to do anything but watch and wait.

Xim opened her new eyes and blinked. She smiled from the tank and I found myself smiling back. She mouthed the words 'it worked'. Instinct kicked in and her form changed before my eyes. The Shi'ido powers were now Xim's and along with it, the extremely long lifespan. An elegant mirror was brought out and the strong willed and clever despot took on several different shapes in short order. I saw the will behind the being that had forged an empire.

"I have deciphered the garden." Traci sent while I waited for Xim to finish healing. "The pillar is the destination. I have consulted several ancient star charts and have even found an abandoned hyperspace jump to get there. I await you at your leisure."

I examined the planet and it seemed like the Force was guiding my steps. The world in question was none other than Tython, home of the Je'daii Order. It was in the Deep Core and outside the control of Xim. I closed my eyes and reached out to the light side of the Force to attempt to find balance. I pushed out the anger and fear. I welcomed peace and serenity. I heard the soft splash as the bacta tanks were emptied. I opened my eyes feeling better than I had since I got here.

"Kressh." Xim called out as she showered off the fragrant bacta fluid. "I did it."

"Now I understand." I replied. "I sensed your trepidation."

"Excellent choice of words, trepidation. I was frightened to my core." She admitted.

"It will pass now that you have achieved your goal. I need a ship." I asked. "Come with me."

"What is the destination?" Xim asked which gave me hope she wasn't going to kill me since I alone knew her secret.

"The Deep Core." I said leaving out my destination.

"Where are we going?" She asked again and I didn't miss when she said we. "I have a private cruiser and we have your slaves to help us properly man it."

The Deep Core:

We were going to be locked within the confines of Xim's starship, the Star of Alderaan, for two weeks. I learned the ship had been a gift from a prince of the realm as a token of affection. Xim and I decided to spend at least ten hours each day apart. She would practice her shapeshifting while I tapped into the wisdom of the strange holocron as it was listed in my inventory. The gate keeper of this device was a member of the reptilian race known as the Kwa. They were long extinct by the time the Old Republic was established.

"I have three things to pass onto you." The keeper stated. "The first two are related while the last I will mention first. It is common practice for a master to create their own holocron. It will be my pleasure to teach you how to fashion and program your own holocron."