Barriss Offee: Remnants of the War

The distresses of space

Caleb pivoted from the supposedly incoming threat, punching the control lever in a barely professional manner, after all, it was only at most five lessons of flying he's had. Not to mention the inadequate innocuous integrity of their cruiser. An undoubtedly penniless ship with neither weapons nor fine-working steering systems. The only relying factors were his attuned force abilities and the deranged method of flying.

"Hopefully this tin-can can take a hit." He bemoaned.

Though to his impending demise, the plentiful shots fired displayed a heinous description of worthless junk. Shots which were fringing for their shipwreck.

"Hey Caleb, whatever you're doing, quit it!" Barriss miffed.

"As if I have a choice."

"Just stop the ship!"

"How's that gonna help?"

"Space droids only target those who move contentedly, namely you. Trust me, I wouldn't want to die either."

"Oh, whatever." He muttered, "She's likely just trying to con me into letting her out."

That being said, their destruction was pretty much imminent. The droids would eventually pervade them, one way or another. So perhaps, she was right, it's worth a try. But not before searching for at least one second of astounded joy.

"Do it, you rascal!"

"Fine." He screamed, prodding the off button before rapidly dashing into the secondary chamber. Releasing Barriss of her penalizing restraints and tautly squeezing her in hopes of indulgence.

"Oh yes, Caleb. This was what I wanted all along." She snarled.

"Kriff!" He exclaimed, "It was all planned."

"Of course, Caleb." She giggled coquettishly, "You're just too predictable. But too late to turn back now."

As Barriss obnoxiously nurtured the Padawan, filling his infatuated feelings in place of her ravenous acts of tyranny. Barriss nudged Caleb in the belly constantly with her green hands while perching onto his frame, all the while splaying and spreading her four limbs across him to fully titillate his experience. 

Her persistence was incessant, thus, leaving him perplexed and perspiring.

The horror was exceedingly more ruinous than his perception. What occurred solely as a pensive thought of last-minute joy had transformed into an atrocious paradigm of violence. Where his entire system was not to be incinerated by numerous droids, but by the untamed lunacy of two voluptuous arms, two provocative legs, and one slim but perfectly shaped body.

"Ahhh!" Caleb shivered, quivering yet adamantly attempting to toss her away. Loping towards the primary sector of the shuttle but encased by her vigorous squeezes, smooches and switching on of senses.

"Lux, where are you when I need you?" He retorted, shoving her away yet again.

"Right here."

Soon, Lux vigilantly clutched her aggressive shoulders, dragging her metres backwards. Luminara also helped, lugging her onto the armchair, tying her frame to the firmly stretched ropes.

"Where were you?" He deemed, "And don't say you were hiding on the ship all along."

"No, of course not. After blasting you two off, we escaped on my personal shuttle." Lux explained.

"But somehow you appeared without me noticing?"

"Well...I'd assume you were busy with some other affairs."

"Just to be clear, saving our lives doesn't make amends. You still have a story to explain."

"Uhh." He sighed, "No, I know. And yes, it was my fault. Levee knew how much I wanted her, in return, using it to attain control of Barriss."

"How was that done?"

"I...gave her a serum to drink. But there were side effects. She was way crazier than Levee intended. I think her being a Mirialan was capable of twisting the effects, instead, having ameliorated it from malevolence and violence, to...slightly better versions of evil.

"Ahem. You...you know what I mean."

"And speaking of Levee..." Luminara started, throwing her into the mishmash, "We believe there may be a cure for Barriss."