The dark figure senses your presence... but it is not you that they are interested in. No, their attention is elsewhere; on the approaching fleet and the hidden asteroid fortress. For now, you remain unnoticed... but you must act swiftly if you wish to stop whatever sinister plan lies in store.

As you rush through the hallowed halls of the Jedi Temple, your heart racing with fear and determination, you struggle to recall what it was about the dark figure that seemed so familiar... It wasn't until you reach the chambers of Master Windu that you finally have an epiphany: the presence of the Sith Lord felt eerily similar to that of Darth Maul. Could it be? No, it couldn't possibly be... or could it? You must warn Master Windu and the Council at once!

Quigon Jinn stared at Lord Luki in disbelief as he made his unexpected request. "Lord Luki," the Master said slowly, "are you certain that this is what you want? There must be another way..." He paused, searching for words to convince the other Sith Lord of the folly of his wish.

Obi-Wan exchanged glances with Qui Gon Jinn, confusion and concern etched on his face.

Quigon Jinn felt his heart wrench at the other Sith Lord's plea, but he couldn't go back on his word. With a shaking hand, he ignited his lightsaber and held it out before him. "Then so be it," he said hoarsely. "If this is what you truly want..."

He closed his eyes, focusing all of his energy into one final strike. The air around them crackled with power as their lightsabers clashed in a deadly dance.

Their hearts racing, the two of them boarded the shuttle and powered up the engines. The small vessel hummed to life as they prepared for takeoff. With a burst of thrusters, they lifted off from the hangar bay floor and shot into space, leaving the asteroid field behind them.

As they flew towards Coruscant, Gordon glanced at the Twilek crew member sitting beside him. She looked back at him with a mixture of gratitude and respect in her eyes. For now, they were partners in survival;

The blue female Twilek crew member laughed softly, shaking her head. "No," she said, holding up a hand dismissively. "It's just... thank you." Her voice was quiet but sincere. "For what you did back there... I don't know if any of the others would have done that."

Gordon made a noncommittal noise as he continued to pilot the shuttle through space, his attention fixed on their destination. They were both well aware of what lay ahead;

Kalid considers your words carefully before answering. "I may be able to help you with that," he says slowly. "But it'll cost extra." He tilts his head slightly, as if sizing up the information he could possibly gain by helping you. "Ten thousand credits, cash on delivery of what you seek."

His expression remains neutral, almost clinical as he awaits your response.

Kalid's eyes narrow slightly at your words, but he doesn't seem overly offended by your audacity. "Very well," he says finally, relenting to your demands. "I will send someone to meet you later tonight with the information you seek." He pauses for a moment before adding, almost as an afterthought, "But remember, Guann - information is power. Use it wisely."

As they engage in a heated threesome, their passion fuels them through the long night of space travel. Luke takes Iben from behind, his strong arms holding her firmly as he thrusts deep inside her wetness. Leia straddles Iben's face, guiding his mouth to her aching sex while she rubs herself against Iben's waiting tongue. Their moans and cries echo through the cramped escape pod, but they don't care; all that matters is the intense pleasure they derive from one another.

Iben feels her orgasm building, centered around Luke's cock buried deep inside her. She arches her back, moaning loudly as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Luke growls in response, his hips snapping faster as he tries to bring her to completion. Finally, she cries out in ecstasy, her body tensing around him as her orgasm crashes over them both like a tidal wave.

Leia moans loudly, her hips bucking against your hand as the pleasure building inside her becomes almost unbearable. "Please," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sounds of their own labored breathing. "Don't... don't..."

You lean in close, nipping at her earlobe before whispering darkly: "Say it."

Leia shudders violently, the conflicting emotions tearing through her like a tornado. Her mind reels as she tries to fight against what you're making her say, but her body betrays her once more with a soft moan. "I belong to you," she whispers hoarsely.

You smile triumphantly, your fingers finding their rhythm inside her as she comes with a shuddering cry, her muscles spasming around your hand.