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A Galaxy of Magic

Chapter 31

While Maris prepped the ship for departure, the rest of the crew retreated to the privacy of the tent. Shaak Ti and Aayla sat cross-legged on the bed with their bodies pressed close together. At their request, Harry joined them, but instead of sitting quietly to meditate, he was tasked with a more physical form of support. He sat behind them on the bed’s edge with his arms draped across their naked torsos. His hands slowly caressed their bare skin. The women’s blue and red skin provided a sharp contrast, and the curves of their bodies fit perfectly in his arms. Harry loved the softness of their warm bodies. His hands slid over their toned muscles and the swell of breasts that were still sensitive from the night before.

They tried to meditate, but the mood in the room was thick with arousal, and even the Jedi found it hard to maintain focus when Harry’s fingers kept drifting from their stomachs to their breasts. Harry alternated between them, massaging and squeezing their thighs and stomachs, but soon his hands were cupping their breasts instead. He kneaded Aayla’s breast in his palm, and he felt the nipple stiffen while his other hand teased Shaak Ti’s chest. Each woman’s body responded in its own way. Aayla’s nipples turned a deep, purplish blue while hardening into stiff little peaks. Shaak Ti’s nipples took on a darker red tinge, and they grew swollen and sensitive as he flicked at them gently.

The sexual tension grew with every new touch, and Harry could feel them faltering in their meditative efforts. He grinned and trailed his fingers down Aayla’s chest, past her navel, then between her legs. She was already soaking wet, and his fingers were instantly drenched in her juices. He raised an eyebrow, but Aayla just bit her lip and kept her eyes closed. He stroked her folds teasingly, letting his fingers glide between the slick flaps while she shivered and pressed her pussy into his hand. He circled her clit slowly and watched as her breath hitched in her throat.

Next to them, Shaak Ti pretended to ignore the growing sounds of pleasure, but her own hips rocked in time with Aayla’s, and her hands gripped Harry’s arm tight enough to leave marks. Harry turned his attention to her. He kissed the side of her neck while his free hand spread her legs apart. Her pussy was already dripping onto the sheets below, and he ran two fingers along her slit, marveling at how soft she felt. He drew slow, careful circles over her clit in exactly the way she liked, and Shaak Ti let out a low moan. Her head dropped to Harry’s shoulder, and her entire body trembled as she tried to fight the sensation.

Aayla giggled and tried to steady herself, but Harry’s hands were relentless. She moaned softly, and Harry rewarded her by massaging her clit a little harder. Shaak Ti opened one eye and shot them a look of feigned annoyance, but it was obvious she wanted more from him. He smiled at her and turned up the heat by letting two fingers slide into her tight folds while his thumb pressed gently on her clit. Her round, perky tits quivered as she fought to maintain composure, but she soon gave up and let herself be overcome by the pleasure. 

“I think we’re supposed to be meditating,” Aayla said in a playful tone, and she made no effort to stop his hand.

“No one’s stopping you,” Harry replied as he kissed the back of her neck and breathed in the sweet, earthy scent of her soft skin.

Aayla groaned and arched her back, and Harry’s hand gave her nipple a gentle pinch before gliding down her body again. Shaak Ti reached over, caught Aayla’s hand, and squeezed it intimately. The women shared a glance, nodded in silent agreement, and then turned as one to face Harry. Without warning, they pounced and pinned him to the mattress with their combined weight. Shaak Ti straddled his head while Aayla knelt between his legs and gripped his cock through the thin fabric of his boxers.

The meditation was momentarily forgotten. Aayla freed Harry’s cock and stroked it until it was fully hard, then crawled forward to slide the head between her lips. She bobbed her head, taking him deep down her throat, while her hands massaged his stomach and thighs. Shaak Ti settled her weight on Harry’s face and ground her pussy against his mouth, moaning in encouragement as he licked and sucked at her folds. Harry’s hands roamed over both women. He grabbed asses, squeezed hips, and stroked every bit of exposed skin he could reach.

The three of them fucked until the air was full with the sounds and smells of sex. Aayla rode Harry’s cock, and her pussy was so wet that every thrust produced a loud, wet squelch. Shaak Ti sat on Harry’s face, and her entire body shuddered as one orgasm rolled into another. Harry’s tongue never stopped moving, and he lost track of time as the women used him for their pleasure. When Shaak Ti finally collapsed beside him, Aayla gave one last shudder and then rolled off his cock. The three lay together, gasping for air, until the pleasure of their orgasms had faded.

Only then did Shaak Ti close her eyes again. She reached out with the Force, letting her mind drift through the currents of possibility, and suddenly the future snapped into focus. “I know where we need to go,” she said in a calm and certain voice. “There’s something we need to acquire on an agriworld.”

Aayla looked up at her. Her face was flushed from her latest orgasm. “Do you know what it is?”

Shaak Ti shook her head. “No, but I sense that something important is waiting for us.”

Harry propped himself up on one elbow and caressed Shaak Ti’s wide hip. “That sounds like a plan. Let’s get out of here.”

The trio untangled themselves and, reluctantly, began searching for clothes. Aayla found her top and shimmied into it, hiding her perfect breasts from view. She then slipped on her skintight pants. Shaak Ti wiped herself clean with a corner of the bedsheet before pulling on her strappy outfit that showed off an incredible amount of skin. Harry, still half-hard, managed to yank on a fresh shirt and trousers, but both women took turns giggling while grabbing his ass or giving his bulge a squeeze as they dressed, unable to resist.

They left the tent and made their way to the cockpit. The girls giggled and teased each other the whole way. Maris was already in the cockpit, hunched over the control panel with her back to the door. Her skin-tight white top left her midriff, and most of her tits bare, and her pale legs were curled up on the pilot’s chair.

The three entered, and Harry stood just behind the two Jedi as they leaned over Maris’s shoulder. “What’s our status?” Shaak Ti asked. Her voice was composed now that she was back in command mode.

Maris didn’t turn around. “The engines are warmed up, shields are up, and I’ve plotted a course out of this asteroid field. Just say the word, and we’ll be on our way.”

“Set a course for Agriworld-2079,” Shaak Ti said. “We leave at once.”

Aayla slid into the co-pilot seat and flashed Harry a sly smile. “Better strap yourself in, handsome. Asteroid fields can get a little bumpy.”

Harry chuckled and took the seat behind the women, enjoying the view of their jiggling breasts while they worked the controls. Maris punched the throttle, and the ship accelerated smoothly out of the asteroid belt. The hum of the engines was soothing, and the sense of speed as asteroids whizzed past them was exhilarating. After a few minutes, they broke out of the asteroid field and into empty space. Aayla calculated the jump to the Mid Rim. “All set. Just let me know when,” Aayla said. 

“Let’s go,” Shaak responded, and thrust the hyperspace lever forward. The ship jumped to hyperspace, and their adventure continued.

A Galaxy of Magic

When the ship dropped out of hyperspace, Agriworld-2079 dominated the viewport. It was a massive jade orb, swirling with white and muted blue. Its surface was almost entirely green, broken only by the occasional winding river or glimmering patchwork of lakes. Even from orbit, it was clear the planet had been relentlessly cultivated and harvested from pole to pole.

Aayla and Maris both pressed forward, taking in the intricate geometry of the irrigated fields and the strange regularity of the forests arrayed in meticulous lines. In the cockpit, Harry could make out patches of clustered city lights circling the equator, but most of the settlements were tiny and hidden in the sea of green vegetation.

The ship’s comm crackled with a hail from planetary security. “Unidentified vessel, you have arrived in restricted orbit. State your purpose.”

Shaak Ti snatched up the comm. “We’re a grain transport, inbound from Garel. We’re behind schedule for pickup, but we’ll only be on the ground for a few hours before heading back to Tatooine. Requesting expedited clearance.”

There was a long pause. As the crew waited, the ship drifted over one of the green planet’s polar regions, and Harry could see the thin, uneven line where the world’s farms gave way to the raw, wild tundra.

The security officer’s voice returned. This time it sounded a little warmer. “Transmit your ship’s clearance codes.”

Maris tapped the console and sent out a series of numbers. There was another pause.

“Code accepted. Proceed to Lake Erator, Grid Seven. Remain in your vessel until planetary inspectors have searched your ship for illegal contraband. Any deviation will result in immediate detainment.”

Shaak Ti signed off with a polite word in accented Basic, then let out a breath as she eased back in her seat. “That was too easy.”

Maris snorted. “They’re more worried about smugglers than Jedi. From what I’ve heard, agriworlds have a problem with their workers using Death Sticks. I mean … what else is there to do for entertainment on this boring green ball?”

Instead of immediately dropping into the atmosphere, Shaak Ti closed her eyes and went still. For a few moments, her expression looked carved out of stone. The ship barely moved. Harry watched her lekku twitch, then flatten in concentration.

Aayla held up a finger, signaling the others not to interrupt. After a few seconds, Shaak Ti opened her eyes and pointed directly at a spot on the planet’s surface, where a huge body of water shimmered in the morning sunlight. “There. The largest lake. That’s where we need to be.”

“Go to Lake Erator first, so we don’t anger the planetary security forces. After that, we’ll fly over to the other lake. Harry … You better go pack up your tent. We don’t want them looking inside for obvious reasons,” Aayla told them. Harry nodded and hurried into the cargo area. 

Maris plotted the descent vector, and her fingers flew over the controls as she dove the ship toward the planet. The exterior hull rattled as they punched through the upper atmosphere, and condensation streaked the glass as they emerged into the troposphere. The world below was a patchwork of verdant green, with every field segmented into squares and rectangles by glittering blue irrigation channels. The lake itself was immense. It stretched almost to the horizon, with sharp, rocky bluffs on one side and a ring of what looked like processing plants and automated silos on the other.

“I got it packed up and hidden with my magic,” Harry told them as he re-entered the cockpit. 

Maris banked the ship hard as they approached the designated grid. The hum of the engines shifted, and Harry felt his stomach lurch as gravity caught up with them after so long in orbit. The landing site was a dusty patch of scraped earth at the edge of a small settlement.

They circled once to recon the area, then dropped the last few hundred meters through a column of swirling dust and landed with a soft thump. The ground around the lake was muddy and pockmarked with old droid tracks. The air around them shimmered with heat.

“Touchdown,” Maris announced. “And planetary security’s already got a drone orbiting us.”

Harry peered out at the empty sky, then nodded. “Let’s get this over with.”

Maris ran through the shutdown sequence while Aayla and Shaak Ti both slid from their seats and began pulling on their cloaks and gear, covering up every trace of skin.

“Do we have a plan?” Harry asked. 

“Keep your head down and follow my lead,” Shaak Ti replied. She adjusted her cloak, then gestured for the others to assemble at the ramp.

Maris grabbed a small blaster and tucked it into her boot before joining them. “If anyone asks, we’re a cargo transporting crew from Tatooine.”

Harry nodded, then took one last quick look outside. The lake was breathtaking. It was so still that the sky above seemed duplicated in its surface. The girls lined up behind Shaak Ti, with Aayla in front of Harry and Maris bringing up the rear. They paused at the exit, bracing themselves for whatever would greet them outside.

When the ramp lowered, a wall of humid air hit them, and Harry could taste the pollen even before his foot touched the dirt. They moved in single file toward the waiting security drone, looking like a tired, overworked cargo crew who just wanted to make their pickup and leave.

Maris stayed half a step behind Harry, ready for anything. The Jedi walked with the self-assured stride of people who were used to blending in, and even though their faces were almost completely hidden, there was no mistaking the tension in their bodies as they walked down the ramp.

The moment they cleared the shade of the ship, a small droid hovered up in front of them. Its single red eye scanned each of their faces before chirping, “State your business.” Several other drones swooped into the ship to do their search. 

“We’re here to pick up a special order for the Tatooine run. Twenty tons of Grade-A grain. Our contact is supposed to meet us here within the hour.”

The droid beeped and hovered for a moment, then rotated thirty degrees to look back at the ship. It remained silent for a few more seconds until the red eye flashed green. “Search complete. You are cleared to leave once your cargo is loaded.” It turned and zipped away toward the cluster of buildings half a kilometer down the shoreline. The other drones flew out of the ship and followed. 

Aayla exhaled and pulled her hood lower. She then nudged Harry in the ribs. “Don’t let your guard down yet. Let’s find whatever it is that we’re looking for and get out of here.”

“Right. Everyone back on the ship,” Shaak stated, and they all walked back up the ramp.

The ship lifted smoothly off the temporary landing pad, leaving behind the muddy tracks and swirling dust that had settled around it. Shaak Ti took the controls once they were airborne and guided the vessel past Lake Erator and farther toward the equator. It took them twenty minutes of flying before they reached the biggest lake on the planet. 

From the cockpit, the water’s surface looked like a seamless mirror that reflected the bright blue sky and scattered clouds. The lake was wider than any terrestrial body of water Harry had seen before, and its shores were surrounded by neat rows of irrigated fields. The settlements along the shore were sparse, but clusters of squat, white buildings stood out against the lush green. Closer to the surface, Harry could see the reason for the planet’s agricultural fame. There were thousands of floating pontoons, each tethered to long lines of buoyant kelp gardens. They stretched for miles in geometric patterns. Robots and humanoid workers waded waist-deep in the water, tending to the harvest.

Shaak Ti banked the ship toward the far end of the lake, following the guiding hand of the Force, and she pointed to a spot on the display. “There,” she said with certainty. “That outcrop, just past the aquaculture station. That’s where we need to go.” Harry peered out at the indicated area. It was a low, flat peninsula with a few scattered trees and an empty field that sloped gently to the lake. The spot seemed totally isolated, but as the ship descended, he caught glimpses of activity further down the shoreline. There was a skiff full of workers, a cluster of droids running crates back and forth, and a single, battered landspeeder parked by a dilapidated supply shed.

Aayla handled the landing sequence by dialing back the repulsors so the ship settled onto the grass with a barely audible thump. “Nobody’s around for at least a hundred meters,” she said, reading the scanners. 

Maris was already at the hatch, slipping her lightsaber up her sleeve before peeking outside. Shaak Ti led the way, and the four of them filed out into the humid air. The smell hit Harry first. It was the smell of fishy lake water mixed with an earthy scent. A breeze came off the lake, and Harry heard the calling of aquatic birds and the loud, irregular drone of distant machinery. The field was muddy, and his boots quickly picked up a thick layer of grit.

They moved as one, following Shaak Ti in a loose arrowhead formation. She walked while using the Force to probe her surroundings. The others were tense and alert. Aayla had her hand close to her concealed lightsaber, and Maris scanned every shadow and outcrop on the way to the lakeshore.

The closer they got, the more obvious it became that this was no random spot. The peninsula was covered in kelp-drying racks, with strips of the plant hung between posts to bake in the sun. Near the end of the outcrop, a makeshift processing station had been assembled, consisting of several battered vats, pulpers, and pneumatic presses. Robots with faded yellow paint moved between the bins, but there were also living workers. Harry spotted Twi’leks, a few humans, a pair of Rodians, and something tall and spiny that Harry couldn’t identify. The workers were all thin and sunburnt, and they wore identical white coveralls stained with purple and green from the kelp.

They wove their way through the racks, drawing a few wary glances from the workers, but most kept their heads down. Nobody seemed to recognize the crew, but Harry saw one or two faces linger a moment longer on Shaak Ti before quickly looking away. As they passed a row of drying racks, a gust of wind sent bits of dried kelp fluttering in their faces, and Maris sneezed violently, drawing a quick elbow from Aayla.

At the center of the operation, a large pulping machine stood surrounded by heaps of wrung-out kelp and piles of the strange purple nuts. Harry watched as a worker fed the nuts into a grinding hopper, where they were crushed and processed into a thick, dark paste that sloshed into waiting buckets. The buckets were then capped and carried off by a droid to a waiting hovercart. It was all incredibly efficient.

Shaak Ti stopped abruptly, just outside the main working area, and held up a hand. She nodded toward a lone figure hunched over the pulper, almost completely hidden by the oversized hood and stained apron. From the shape of her body, Harry could tell it was a female. The figure’s movements were smooth and well-practiced, and she worked with a speed unmatched by any of the others. Aayla leaned in with narrowed eyes. “What are we looking for?” she whispered.

“Not what,” Shaak Ti quietly responded. “Who.”

Aayla blinked in confusion. “You’re saying there’s a Jedi out here?”

Maris looked skeptical, but she kept her eyes glued to the pulper. “If there is, they’re doing a great job hiding. I don’t think anyone would think to look for them here.”

“Exactly,” Shaak Ti replied, and she offered a faint, knowing smile. “If someone survived the Purge, they’d have to keep a low profile. What better place than an agriworld?”

They watched as the hooded figure finished a batch, wiped her hands on her apron, and then quickly loaded the next set of nuts. The figure wasn’t overly tall, and she had a thin build and a long, striped montral half-tucked under the hood. Harry felt a jolt of recognition. ‘A Togruta?’ Harry thought. 

“Should we go talk to her?” Harry asked, and Shaak Ti nodded.

They crossed the narrow clearing, and Shaak Ti approached the pulper directly. The figure looked up, but didn’t react. She was still in the rhythm of the work, and only when Shaak Ti got within two meters did she pause.

“Excuse me,” Shaak Ti said. Her voice was gentle but commanding.

The hooded figure froze completely. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, with careful movements, she set down a scoop and turned to face them, pulling back the hood just enough to show her face. Her skin was a clay-like orange, marked with white geometric patterns. Her montrals were shorter than Shaak Ti’s, though they did have a similar coloring. Her eyes were a brilliant blue.

Recognition flashed between the two Togruta almost instantly. The younger woman’s face was hard and defensive at first, like she was bracing for a fight or reprimand, but as she took in Shaak Ti’s face, her mouth twitched into a stunned half-smile.

“Master Ti?” she asked. The voice was a little huskier than he expected, with a rasp that came from shouting over loud machinery. But there was no mistaking the hope in it.

Shaak Ti smiled back at the younger Togruta. “It’s good to see you again, Ahsoka.”