Kaiweri Fisto is a Jedi Healer sent to the front lines as Anakin Skywalker's Lieutenant General. Her job? Keep Anakin Skywalker alive. The council assigned her as his personal healer and therapist in sight of his recent outbursts. Little do they kno...
Above Halon IV, a lone LA-AT was dispatched. The nimble craft was rated for space travel and fitted with stealth technology that rendered it invisible to sensors.
The gunship carried its Jedi occupants down to the surface of Halon IV. Crispy blue waters lapped at the underbelly of the ship, like a warm greeting. There were settlements of land now and again, barely enough to form an archipelago, however.
Anakin, Ahsoka and Kaiweri shared a sense of calm. All three were familiar with underwater affairs and were eager to relish it once more. The doors opened, salty sea breeze kissed their faces as the sun tried to warm their bodies, despite the heavy Jedi robes they wore. Wordlessly, the three discarded their attire.
Ahsoka and Anakin wore all-black body suits equipped with goggles and a rebreather on their hips. They wore webbed fins that angled like a fish's. Kaiweri on the other hand, took a page from her cousin's book. She wore very little for a Jedi, even one who loved aquatic missions.
Anakin's eyes wondered as he took in every inch of the Nautolan. She wore tan bike shorts, thick enough to insulate but thin enough not to hinder movement. Around her chest was a matching tube top that held back her ample mammaries. The yellow pigmentation of her skin seemed to darken in response to being hit with light. All her head tentacles were behind her shoulders, standard practice for her species.
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Due to being of a taller disposition, Kaiweri's frame was rather large compared to Ahsoka's, but still smaller than Anakin. She had a solid foundation of muscle mass, lean athletic features and a strong back.
Kai caught Anakin staring, chuckling internally before reaching out to the starstruck man and lifting his jaw to close his mouth. "Sea life can fly here, Anakin. It would be a shame if you were to choke." She joked, earning a soft laugh from Skywalker. He could feel how comfortable she was with him, despite his gaze since she sure it's not out of lust.
Certainty and truth are not always the same. Behind whatever mental door he could conjure, Anakin secretly began fantasizing about what she'd look like swimming around, free from the restraints of clothing. Hiding it was so taxing he could hardly speak.
"100 meters from the insertion zone!" Alerted the pilot over the comm. "Acknowledge."
Ahsoka began a simple stretching routine, loosening her joints. The gravity of Halon IV is noticeably heavier than on your typical planet. This translates to the greater pressure the water exerts. Fortunately, the base isn't too deep, being situated on a rather inconspicuous aquatic cliff face. The locals map it as a no-go zone due to the droid presence.
Kaiweri did breathing exercises, which were passed down in Nautolan culture. They are meant to calm the nerves, in her lungs. Anakin noted this and tried his best to imitate her like a young child watching their parents. "Since when did you do that, Master?" Ahsoka asked curiously, a lighter tone Kaiweri never heard before. Much different from her wise, commanding tone. This one was almost childlike, inquisitive.
