clean_kitchen
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THE REH'TAEF
by clean_kitchen
12: JAIL BREAK
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The small Corellian freighter bearing Jedi Master Kara Luun and her young padawan Tora Lundo eased closer to the large starship. Kara used the Force to remain undetected. She pointed to an odd-looking craft docked on the far side of the ship.
"That's a Reh'taef cruiser," she explained to her student.
"Great," replied Tora. They both knew what that meant, and they had gotten a taste of it already. Their mission had been inturrputed a day ago when they were captured by a pirate named Neebo. He and his crew found that the mythical Reh'taef were part of the Jedi's important mission and and subsequently tickled their feet for hours. The two women would probalby still be sharing laughs with Neebo if another ship had not rescued them.
Tora's mind was swimming with emotions. The tickling had been worse than anything she had ever experienced, and yet there was something about it. Physically exhausted as she was from having her very ticklish feet tortured, she had felt a strange strength arise inside her. As the pirate unbearably ravaged her soles, she egged him on in spite of herself. It was almost as though she wanted to be tickled, reveling in the maddening sensations, and was a little disappointed when they stopped tickling her to tickle Master Luun.
Master Luun getting it was a whole other topic. Before the mission, she imagined what it would be like to watch her friend and mentor get mercilessly tickled, being forced to giggle and laugh like a little girl. When Tora got her wish, she found that she enjoyed the sight more than she could have imagined.
Kara's view of the experience was much less positive. The foot tickling had been torture in the truest sense of the word. It bothered her that her padawan did not seem to share her horror at the situation, and it bothered her that she could not sense what Tora was thinking on this matter. Mostly it bothered her that she was about to board a ship that for all she knew was teeming with tickle monsters.
The Jedi docked their craft and snuck aboard, one step closer to completing their mission.
* * *
Nute Gunray had been tickling Padmé's feet for over an hour now, allowing her short breaks every now and then. He learned from tickling her feet the night before that it was much more fun when the senator was conscious. He was enjoying himself immensely. It seemed to him as if he had been tickling her only a few minutes.
To Amidala, it seemed like days. Breathless and hoarse, she laughed helplessly as Gunray tickled between her toes, along the outer side of her foot, and back up along her arch. Sometimes he gently stoked her soled with the tips of his fingers, and other times he scribbled furiously all over her feet.
Padmé was aware only of the tickling. She's have given anything for it to stop, but she knew that she had nothing they wanted. Except, of course, for her ticklish body which they already had.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OHPLEASEOHPLEASEOHNOOOOOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
"Enough," said Dooku, and Gunray reluctantly stopped tickling the senator.
"I'm sure by now you have realized why you must endure this," said Dooku. Padmé nodded weakly, unable to catch her breath long enough to speak. "Do you think he will come for you and end your torment?"
Padmé gather herself. "If ... he does ...," she said, as defiantly as she could, "you'll ... be sorry." She hoped her husband was smart enough to avoid such an obvious trap, but she also wanted to see Aniken rip this freak apart.
"Oh, really?" the count replied, mockingly, "What if I told you that he is already here?"
"Enough mind games, Dooku, just tickle me and shut up." She was in no mood. She knew anything he said would simply result in more tickling.
"In due time, my dear," said Dooku, leaning closer, "but what if I told you that your knight in shining armor has been here for over an hour, watching as Mr. Gunray so ably tickled your pretty little feet?"
"You're a liar," she insisted.
"Oh really? Observe."
Dooku waved his hand toward a far wall. An air vent burst from it's bolts, spilling Aniken out onto the floor.
"Aniken?!" Amidala couldn't believe her eyes. If it really was Aniken, then she was saved. But had Dooku been telling the truth about his watching her get tickled? She was too tired to sort it out right now.
Dooku nodded to the Reh'taef, who resumed their tickling assault on the senator's exposed upper body, their long fingers wriggling under her arms and up and down her sides. The chamber was once again filled with her laughter.
Aniken lept to his feet, igniting his lightsaber. Dooku did the same, and the two ancient warriors assumed fighting positions. They lunged toward each other in a flash of laser light, amid a torrent of hysterical giggles, screams and squeals.
At the first crackle of the two lightsabers, there was a blinding explosion in the middle of the room. Both men shielded their eyes, temporarily blinded. The din of Padmé's laughter stopped as two flashes of green light cut the two Reh'taef down where they stood.
Aniken was the first of the two combatants to recover and hurled a nearby crate at Dooku with the Force. It struck him in the head, stunning him. Aniken lept the length of the room to where Amidala was chained. A few flicks of the wrist and his lightsaber freed the senator. Padmé clung to her husband and rubbed her wrists as he carried her quickly from the room.
Dooku shook his head and looked to the door. Two figures raced for the exit through the smoke. The count would not allow Aniken and the senator slip away so easily. He raised is hands, hurling streaks of blue lightning in the direction of the fleeing silhouettes. He heard two feminine shrieks of pain. Increasing the intensity of the Force lightning, two women screamed and writhed in agony and collapsed to the floor, unconscious.
Dooku walked over to the fallen forms to find not Aniken and Padmé, but what appeared to be two female Jedi. They must have been the source of the explosion that allowed his quarry to escape. Had they come with Aniken? Unlikey. Were there more where these came from? Possibly. Would he find out? Oh, definitely. These two would most certainly pay for their intrusion.
He ordered two guards who had responded to the commotion -- none to early -- to take the unconscious Jedi to separate interrogation rooms, and to make sure they were securely bound. He then pressed an alarm button to alert the ship that the prisoners had escaped. The senator and the Jedi would not get far.
* * *
"Were you really watching that freak tickle me?" Amidala asked Aniken as they ran for the hangar, adrenaline giving her tired body the strength to keep up.
"Now is not a good time," replied Aniken as his lightsaber deflected a blast from a guard at the end of the hall.
The two fugitives reached the end of the corridor and Aniken seemingly flew into the hanger, cutting down guards in a blinding flurry. It wasn't until he had reached his ship that he realized Padmé was not with him. A guard had grabbed her from behind as they entered the hanger and now held a blaster to her head.
A swarm of guards surrounded the Jedi, blasters trained on him and on his wife. If he were alone, he knew he would have no trouble dispatching the entire roomful of guards, but he wasn't alone. He knew that he could not protect Padmé, and so Aniken Skywalker reluctantly tossed his lightsaber on the floor and raised his hands.
[to be continued ... next: "Fear ... Anger ... Hate ... Suffering"]
by clean_kitchen
12: JAIL BREAK
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The small Corellian freighter bearing Jedi Master Kara Luun and her young padawan Tora Lundo eased closer to the large starship. Kara used the Force to remain undetected. She pointed to an odd-looking craft docked on the far side of the ship.
"That's a Reh'taef cruiser," she explained to her student.
"Great," replied Tora. They both knew what that meant, and they had gotten a taste of it already. Their mission had been inturrputed a day ago when they were captured by a pirate named Neebo. He and his crew found that the mythical Reh'taef were part of the Jedi's important mission and and subsequently tickled their feet for hours. The two women would probalby still be sharing laughs with Neebo if another ship had not rescued them.
Tora's mind was swimming with emotions. The tickling had been worse than anything she had ever experienced, and yet there was something about it. Physically exhausted as she was from having her very ticklish feet tortured, she had felt a strange strength arise inside her. As the pirate unbearably ravaged her soles, she egged him on in spite of herself. It was almost as though she wanted to be tickled, reveling in the maddening sensations, and was a little disappointed when they stopped tickling her to tickle Master Luun.
Master Luun getting it was a whole other topic. Before the mission, she imagined what it would be like to watch her friend and mentor get mercilessly tickled, being forced to giggle and laugh like a little girl. When Tora got her wish, she found that she enjoyed the sight more than she could have imagined.
Kara's view of the experience was much less positive. The foot tickling had been torture in the truest sense of the word. It bothered her that her padawan did not seem to share her horror at the situation, and it bothered her that she could not sense what Tora was thinking on this matter. Mostly it bothered her that she was about to board a ship that for all she knew was teeming with tickle monsters.
The Jedi docked their craft and snuck aboard, one step closer to completing their mission.
* * *
Nute Gunray had been tickling Padmé's feet for over an hour now, allowing her short breaks every now and then. He learned from tickling her feet the night before that it was much more fun when the senator was conscious. He was enjoying himself immensely. It seemed to him as if he had been tickling her only a few minutes.
To Amidala, it seemed like days. Breathless and hoarse, she laughed helplessly as Gunray tickled between her toes, along the outer side of her foot, and back up along her arch. Sometimes he gently stoked her soled with the tips of his fingers, and other times he scribbled furiously all over her feet.
Padmé was aware only of the tickling. She's have given anything for it to stop, but she knew that she had nothing they wanted. Except, of course, for her ticklish body which they already had.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OHPLEASEOHPLEASEOHNOOOOOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
"Enough," said Dooku, and Gunray reluctantly stopped tickling the senator.
"I'm sure by now you have realized why you must endure this," said Dooku. Padmé nodded weakly, unable to catch her breath long enough to speak. "Do you think he will come for you and end your torment?"
Padmé gather herself. "If ... he does ...," she said, as defiantly as she could, "you'll ... be sorry." She hoped her husband was smart enough to avoid such an obvious trap, but she also wanted to see Aniken rip this freak apart.
"Oh, really?" the count replied, mockingly, "What if I told you that he is already here?"
"Enough mind games, Dooku, just tickle me and shut up." She was in no mood. She knew anything he said would simply result in more tickling.
"In due time, my dear," said Dooku, leaning closer, "but what if I told you that your knight in shining armor has been here for over an hour, watching as Mr. Gunray so ably tickled your pretty little feet?"
"You're a liar," she insisted.
"Oh really? Observe."
Dooku waved his hand toward a far wall. An air vent burst from it's bolts, spilling Aniken out onto the floor.
"Aniken?!" Amidala couldn't believe her eyes. If it really was Aniken, then she was saved. But had Dooku been telling the truth about his watching her get tickled? She was too tired to sort it out right now.
Dooku nodded to the Reh'taef, who resumed their tickling assault on the senator's exposed upper body, their long fingers wriggling under her arms and up and down her sides. The chamber was once again filled with her laughter.
Aniken lept to his feet, igniting his lightsaber. Dooku did the same, and the two ancient warriors assumed fighting positions. They lunged toward each other in a flash of laser light, amid a torrent of hysterical giggles, screams and squeals.
At the first crackle of the two lightsabers, there was a blinding explosion in the middle of the room. Both men shielded their eyes, temporarily blinded. The din of Padmé's laughter stopped as two flashes of green light cut the two Reh'taef down where they stood.
Aniken was the first of the two combatants to recover and hurled a nearby crate at Dooku with the Force. It struck him in the head, stunning him. Aniken lept the length of the room to where Amidala was chained. A few flicks of the wrist and his lightsaber freed the senator. Padmé clung to her husband and rubbed her wrists as he carried her quickly from the room.
Dooku shook his head and looked to the door. Two figures raced for the exit through the smoke. The count would not allow Aniken and the senator slip away so easily. He raised is hands, hurling streaks of blue lightning in the direction of the fleeing silhouettes. He heard two feminine shrieks of pain. Increasing the intensity of the Force lightning, two women screamed and writhed in agony and collapsed to the floor, unconscious.
Dooku walked over to the fallen forms to find not Aniken and Padmé, but what appeared to be two female Jedi. They must have been the source of the explosion that allowed his quarry to escape. Had they come with Aniken? Unlikey. Were there more where these came from? Possibly. Would he find out? Oh, definitely. These two would most certainly pay for their intrusion.
He ordered two guards who had responded to the commotion -- none to early -- to take the unconscious Jedi to separate interrogation rooms, and to make sure they were securely bound. He then pressed an alarm button to alert the ship that the prisoners had escaped. The senator and the Jedi would not get far.
* * *
"Were you really watching that freak tickle me?" Amidala asked Aniken as they ran for the hangar, adrenaline giving her tired body the strength to keep up.
"Now is not a good time," replied Aniken as his lightsaber deflected a blast from a guard at the end of the hall.
The two fugitives reached the end of the corridor and Aniken seemingly flew into the hanger, cutting down guards in a blinding flurry. It wasn't until he had reached his ship that he realized Padmé was not with him. A guard had grabbed her from behind as they entered the hanger and now held a blaster to her head.
A swarm of guards surrounded the Jedi, blasters trained on him and on his wife. If he were alone, he knew he would have no trouble dispatching the entire roomful of guards, but he wasn't alone. He knew that he could not protect Padmé, and so Aniken Skywalker reluctantly tossed his lightsaber on the floor and raised his hands.
[to be continued ... next: "Fear ... Anger ... Hate ... Suffering"]
