Mostly Normal Alien Date (Patreon)

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Alvalina

The white Twi’lek tries to suppress her surprise, after all, at this point, every time her Master makes a move, the shock will always be too big if she does not get used to it.

She should always expect him to do something outrageous.

What he did with the spaceship that suddenly attacked them shouldn’t have surprised her that much. Alvalina is already aware that he dealt with the crew that captured her alone.

But seeing it personally is a completely different story.

He did nothing that she expected. Her master stood up, told the droids to keep dodging the blasts, and went to get an escape pod. For a moment, she and the other two slaves thought he was trying to escape and leave them behind, but he aimed the pod at the other ship and hit them with it.

After that was silence. It didn’t take much for the other ship to stop moving, the empty space preventing them from knowing what was happening inside.

And then he comes back like it's no big deal, the enemy starship remaining still in space like a dead animal floating in the ocean.

“Sorry that I took too long, I was searching for any good loot, but I only found money.” Her master says to them after coming back, acting casual “I also decided to fight properly. It has been some time since I used martial arts; my Sifu would be disappointed.”

She doesn’t understand everything he is talking about, but she knows how she should respond. “Welcome back, master.” She bows her head respectfully.

The other two follow with the same greeting, Alvalina's words shaking them out of their reverie.

“Yeah, yeah… Thank you.” He waves at them dismissively while sitting on his chair. Alvalina noticed that her master seems to get embarrassed when she acts too proper; it seems he is not used to all this deference. “Droids retake the route, let’s go shopping now that I was gifted a lot of money.”

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“This place is at least much better than Tattoine.” Alvalina master comments while their group walks together through the open market of Batuu “Why was this place classified almost at the same level as that sandy shithole?”

“Because it is an open secret that this planet is controlled by organized crime.” Seala was the one to answer him.

The three slaves are walking closely around their master; they are wearing normal clothes and are even carrying blasters given by Hector.

“Learn that at Jabba’s place?” Their master asks.

“No one cares if a slave is listening.” She answers with a calm tone. “We are just pieces of furniture.”

That seems to amuse their master. “Dark… but remember a certain guy saying that ‘if you don’t wanna be stepped by others: either become someone so powerful that no one would dare to try; or become shit that no one would want to step on you’. There is an advantage in being socially invisible.”

“There is wisdom on that< Master.” Alvalina comments

“Yeah.. more or less. Being a slave still sucks a lot, but if you want a good disguise, wear something a street cleaner would use; no one would look at you twice.” He says

Alvalina noticed that, different from most slave masters, Hector doesn’t care if their slaves are smart. In truth, he apparently enjoys that.

A smart slave is normally a problematic slave; it displeases their owners. That is why, if they are not dumb, they at least pretend to be.

Seala is quiet, and Alvalina can easily deduce that this silent personality was born from her need to hide her smarts.

“What more did you hear?” Master Hector asks, very interested.

“It seems that beneath this bright exterior, the Black Market is very strong here.” Seala whispers close to his ear while looking around. Alvalina is unsure if she is doing that on purpose to appeal to him or not. “If it is not the center of the Black Market, it is at least a very important point of interest.”

“Hmm, that awakens some of my curiosity.” Hector rubs his jaw. “Later, after we return to the ship, maybe I can return here to investigate after the sun goes down.”

“Why not now?” Verdiala asks

“To not put any of you in danger, of course.” He shrugs “I can come and go as I please, but not you guys.”

“...” Yes, he is not like the other masters.

Alvalina doesn’t even know if he sees them as slaves in his mind.

But she will still act as such, better to be overly submissive than end up overstepping and losing all the favor she gained. 

Alvalina is absolutely sure that she is the one winning the race for top place; she just needs to keep up.

“Master, I am a little scared of being separated from you.” She hooks his arm with hers, batting her eyelashes pitifully at him.

It is a little over the top act, exaggerated even, but…

He looks at her and smirks, amused, before letting her keep holding his arm while rolling his eyes.

‘Yes.’ She is figuring him out. The key to making him like her. 

Her master is surprisingly simple. He is living for his own enjoyment, for funny things, discoveries, and new experiences.

He was not seduced even when she put his forearm between her breasts, but he found her attempt funny.

It is not ideal, but she will take it. After all, at this point, subtle seduction is useless. She had already given herself to him, and he did nothing; he knew of her intentions.

Better be very blatant in her attempts, even shameless, so he doesn’t think she is insulting his intelligence or manipulating him.

“I don’t even know if those foods are bad for me.” Her master comments as they walk through a street packed with stalls selling food.

“I think they should be safe for human consumption.” Alvalina says

“How do you know?” He inquires

“Humans are nothing special, but they are very adaptable.” It is common knowledge in the galaxy

“The famous jack-of-all-trades race. Typical.” He smiles “Anyway, it is not like I can die from poison, so let’s try everything.”

And he really does that.

He goes through every tall, one by one, buying their food to him and to them. He gives his opinion after every first bite, but he eats it all, even when he says that it is bad. Halfway through, the slaves do not want to eat more, and he even finished their portions, allowing them only to take a bite to taste a little.

He even went back to get seconds of the foods he really liked.

“Mygeeto goes well with micromite pate.” Verdiala comments while Hector eats the burrito.

“...oh. And how do you know this?” He asks, curious

“Ah! I-I… helped in the kitchen and…” Verdiala gots all flustered thinking she spoke out of line

“So you cook?”

“Y-Yeah.”

“Do you like cooking?” He asks with a strange intonation in the word “like”.

“...erm, yes… a little.”

“If you want, we can buy some ingredients later, and you can cook for us.” Hector suggests with a smile

Verdiala looks unsure

“Ugh, you should stop stepping on eggshells around me. It is not like I am gonna beat you up.” He rolls his eyes. “We're gonna buy ingredients later.” He made the decision on his own instead of letting it go to Verdiala, already understanding that sometimes he needs to act as the Master.

Despite him saying that, Alvalina will not stop being careful till she is sure he really likes her.

“So those le’bi are like lollipops…” Master Hector buys them all because candy is easy to eat, even to who are already full.

Alvalina watches her master closely, and everything he does confirms her assumptions of how simple he is, or at least how simple he sees life. If he sees something interesting, he buys it, even if it is just a cheap child’s toy, or even some rocks that are only pretty.

Despite knowing how powerful he is, she is surprised by the utter lack of arrogance in him, talking with the vendors politely, waiting in line, not haggling, complimenting on the silliest things like a kid, and even patiently listening when a vendor rambles on about their products.

Of course, all of this is just basic decency. At most, he is a little more friendly and good-natured than anyone would expect from a normal person.

But Alvalina saw men much weaker acting much more conceited. Their small power is going to their heads, making them quickly see others as lesser than them. 

And that is just because they have some money and status; her master has true raw power.

‘Despite saying over and over that he is not a hero, he is much better than that.’ It is Alvalina's opinion.

“A woman’s clothes shop… Hmmmm~” Suddenly, her master pauses in front of the window of a proper shop and holds his chin with a contemplative expression.

Then he looks at them for some seconds before looking back at the shop… And then he does it again, and again.

“...”

It repeats three times before he smiles widely.

“Let’s go buy some skins- I mean, customize… Ahem Let’s buy some clothes that will bring out your charms.” He trips on his words, but eventually he says what he wants before he starts walking inside the medium-sized shop.

“We already have clothes.” Seala says with a calm expression

“No need to waste your money on us, Master.“ Verdiala adds

At this point, Alvalina understands Hector enough not to say anything and just waits for him to give them an explanation that is basically “I want it, so I will have it this way”.

“Ugh…” He turned to look at them. “If you guys really don’t want to stop the slave thing, then see things this way: I want to decorate my property.” There is the explanation that she was expecting “I want to see you all in different clothes. Let’s go.”

“As you wish, Master. I will wear anything you want.” That is when Alvalaina steps in with a small smile. “Or nothing at all~” She whispers salaciously, making him roll his eyes, but smiles at her nonetheless, so she knows that she did right.

Not that the other girls did anything wrong, she imagines that he will not hold their skewed ways of life against them, even if it annoys him a little. But it will not increase his affection for them either.

While they stay in the same place, Alvalina will advance in his heart.

They enter the shop, and they are attended by a female clerk who takes them to a specific part of the shop after Alvalina came forward to say that they are his slaves.

“...” Hector gives her a glance after seeing that this section is filled with sexy fetish clothes.

“What?” Alvalina asks innocently

He sighs heavily and sits on a stool nearby. “You can play around… but can you please bring us some nice clothes of all types that you think will fit them?” The last phrase was directed to the clerk, who promptly nodded and left them with their privacy.

This is an isolated part of the shop, with its own clothing fitting room, so the slaves can make a little show to Hector by posing to him with all different costumes, bdsm gear, sexy lingerie, and slutty outfits.

Maybe it was not the main reason Hector came here with them, but he never complained, and he was not shy about staring at them. Complimenting both the outfits and their bodies openly.

A little strange when she remembers that he did nothing to her, but this at least confirms that he does not swing the other way… His attitude is that of a gentleman, but his eyes don’t lie. There is hunger there that he keeps suppressed very well, but in the end, he is a hot-blooded male.

That is okay, every man is like this, he is better than most because he has self-control at least, and is not on the same level as non-sentient creatures.

He equally praised them even when they tried on normal clothes that covered their bodies, and to their surprise, he bought everything they showed, even a small hint of interest.

“You don’t need to spend that much money on us, Master.” Even imagining how he will answer, Alvalina has to say this. It is still a little uncomfortable owing him more and more. They should be repaying him instead.

“It is stolen money anyway.” He shrugs while answering as she expected. He never changed his mind when he decided something.

The only time is when she convinced him to take her as his slave, but she thinks the fact that Jabba forced two slaves into him softened her request. What is one more slave when he got stuck with two? Maybe she should be thankful for the other two… just a little…

Hector also bought some clothes for himself, just half a dozen inconspicuous outfits. Even at this women-centered shop, there is a pitiful masculine section, probably for women who want to buy something for their lovers or male relatives. Or maybe it is clothes for masculine women.

He pays, and they leave the store while Hector carries a ridiculous quantity of bags, enough for any normal person to struggle walking.

But strangely, at some point, as they pass through the door and turn a corner, hector is suddenly empty-handed.

“Eh? Where are the clothes??” Verdiala is the one to ask, eyes wide “Did you forget??”

“Heh, no. Don’t worry, they are safe.” He smiles slightly

“...is this another one of your abilities?” Seala presumes while staring at him.

“Haha, you are really smart.” He doesn’t answer directly, and that is enough. He confirmed and implicitly says that they shouldn’t ask more.

With that, they mostly do window shopping, Hector buying some trinkets here and there, some gifts for them, and jewelry. Alvalina flirted with him all the way, from casually caressing his arm to bending a little too much in front of him while checking some stalls.

“Where is the equivalent of a library here? Some place where I can buy data, I want something to read in our travels.” He asks while looking around

“We can ask around.” Verdiala suggests

“I guess it is the only option… I miss convenient searching tools on the internet.” He sighs loudly “But, understandably, it is hard for information to travel through the galaxy and to create a centralized database.” They don’t understand exactly what he was talking about. “But I thought each planet would have its own internet…”

While Hector was a little distracted, contemplating three alien men who approached Verdiala, grabbing her forearm.

“Heya there, girls~ What are you doing with this loser?”

“He can’t handle you all by himself.”

“Come with us.”

Each one speaks more crudely an forceful than the others, invading their personal space while trying to push Hector away and intimidate him with their bigger size.

“Pfffftt! Hahahahahahahahahaha!”

If the fact that Hector didn’t move a millimeter, even though he was pushed, was not enough, the carefree laugh on their face should have been their signal to back off from him;

“Oh my, look at this! This is for what I live, those cliches are so amusing~” He continues to laugh loudly while the thugs look at him like he is crazy. “Said that, it is just a short-lived amusement.” He stops laughing as suddenly as he started, face serious and eyes hard. “Your funny act bought you enough time to turn around and go away… don’t waste it.”

Hector reached for the forearm of the one holding Verdiala and squeezed slightly.

“Aaaargh!” But the Trandoshan yelps in pain and almost kneels because of his touch, and quickly jumps back to his friend when their master lets go, looking at him in confusion and fear.

“I feel that my warning will fall into deaf ears, but I am really trying not to be someone so petty that I would kill you all just for hitting on my women.” He smiles at them, friendly “Bye~.”

“Fuck you!” One of the thugs goes to pull his blaster from the holster, but he suddenly stops, not naturally; it's like he was paralyzed.

“...natural selection, I guess.” And once again, Hector’s face falls into an emotionless, cold mask while staring at the trio of thugs.

Alvalina and others noticed they all looked frozen in fear. Their bodies are trembling and getting stiffer and tighter by the second, limbs gluing to their sides, hands and fingers bending in unnatural ways, and even their heads start slowly turning too much to the side.

“Wait! “W-Wait! Master Jedi, Please!!” One tries to shout, but his jaw is suddenly shut.

“Scream in lowercase, boy.” Hector says casually

“Yo-you can’t kill us…” Another says in a lower voice, afraid of being shut up too

“I am literally doing this.” Hector replies, their bodies trembling more and their heads almost turning to look backwards. “I just need to do it slowly, and no one will notice… then I will just put you carefully in the corner of the street and everyone will think you are all drunk.”

“You do-don’t wa-wanna mess with us… Our boss will get revenge!” This one tries to say.

They suddenly stop trembling and visibly relax.

“Your boss?” Hector asks carefully. Alvalina noticed that his tone is far from fearful; he looks… amused.

“Ye-yes, our boss. We are part of the biggest criminal organization on this planet. We command everything from the shadows! We are hardened criminals.”

“If you know what is good for you, you should let us go.”

“And give us your girls too.”

They got confident that the more Hector stayed silent to hear them, confusing his natural politeness with fear.

“Pfff! Hahahaha! Oh my god! The poor boss of your guys! What he did to deserve such retards as subordinates??” Hector burst out laughing again.

Alvalina can see why he finds it funny; the thugs not only walked to their deaths, but apparently, they are dragging their group with them.

“You really have some problem with your brains…” Hector shakes his head. “I just described a way of killing you without anyone noticing and you still think that you can threaten me with the existence of someone that is not even here?”

“...”

“Put your little brains to work and think what will be the point of your boss getting vengeance if you are all dead? I am not even from this planet.”

“...”  And here goes their confidence. The trio of thugs started shaking and showing tearful expressions.

“Okay, there is still hope for you all. Follow me. Yes, one leg after the other while I move your body. Make it natural.” Hector guides the slaves and the thugs to a desert alley, walking deep into it to make sure no one is looking.

“Please don’t kill me.” One of the thugs cries out pathetically…

Hector throws them at the wall and makes them sit down.

Alvalina can’t help but be disgusted. This Trandoshan was all arrogant when he thought he was punching down, but at the first danger, he acts like a bitch.

‘Hardened criminals my ass… they are just bullies.’ She thinks while looking down on them.

“You.” He points to the one at the left. “Tell me everything about your group. Start with the name and where their base is located.”

“I-I will never betray my-” 

Crack

His head is suddenly turned backward by an invisible force.

“..........”

It is so abrupt and brutal that it shocks both the other two thugs and the slaves.

“Remember when I gave you all a chance to walk away in the beginning? Now that you know your life is in my hands, your only chance of showing sincerity is doing exactly what I order.” Hector’s cold voice resonates in the alley; it even makes the slaves shiver, and the thugs are beyond terrified

He points to the one in the middle and says slowly. “You.”

“Aaa… Ah… aah…” The trandoshan is trembling, incapable of finding his own voice to answer, his eyes wide with fear.

Crack

And he is killed exactly the same way.

“Zero patience. After threatening me and aiming for my girls, I will not even blink at killing you three.” Hector continues with his voice cold, his blue eyes are icy, while he finally turns to the last one.

“Hiiih!” The last trandoshan almost jumps in fright.

“Now that you are the last, I will not kill you so quickly.” Hector warns him “Better start speaking…”

The trandoshan arm is suddenly forced upward, and his index finger starts bent in an unnatural way.

“Okay! Okay! Okay! I will tell you anything! Please don’t hurt me!!” He cries

And so he did. Selling his group pretty quickly. It was a quick interrogation; Hector was more interested in the location of their base, and after discovering that, and making sure the thug was not lying.

Crack

“...”

“Let’s go back to the ship.” He talks to the slaves as if he didn't just kill three people.

They all nodded obediently, walking closer to him. The previous display didn’t make them scared of him; quite the opposite.

None of the three is a super moral person that close their eyes to reality. He did what he did to protect them. The final result is three cold blood murder, yes, but they are fully aware of the context.

None of them thinks he is wrong.

In truth, Alvalina and the others feel even safer by his side.

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“Should I think of a name for this ship?” Hector talks casually while looking at his spaceship. The ramp is down, but he just stays still with his hands on his waist. “You guys go inside. After I am done, I will send a message to the droids to you to pick me up and loot the criminals.”

“Do you really need to do this? Verdiala asks with a worried expression

“I don’t need to do anything… But is that thing, you know? ‘Work now and relax later’. I am not gonna get a steady job, so it is better that I take every opportunity I can to steal from criminals so that our travels can be smooth.” He explains

“Be careful.” Alvalina knows she can’t change his mind. With her life tied to him, she would obviously be worried if anything happens to Hector, but at this point, she can only send him off and wait for him.

Even the cold Seala gives him a nod, agreeing with what Alvalina is saying

“Don’t worry, just a few things in this universe can kill me, and it is not some criminal losers.” He scoffs.

The, like to assure them, before their very eyes, he shoots at the sky at the speed of a race pod

“Wow…” Verdiala resumes what they are feeling.

 The three really have no idea about the extent of his abilities. That is not normal…Is he really a human? Is there even a sentient race that can do that? 

“Maybe he is a Jedi.” Seala comments

“Can Jedi even do that?” Alvalina asks

“I don’t know.” The blue togruta admits pretty easily.

The Jedi Order is pretty mysteriously and people rarely see one, and even rarely see one in action. Many stories are exaggerated, but seeing Hector now… They are not sure about what to believe.

“Let’s enter and put the ship in orbit. This way, we will be safe while he is not here.” Alvalina says.

The other doesn’t see any reason to disagree, so they do as she told, making Alvalina nod, satisfied. She will slowly, but surely, guarantee her spot just below Hector.

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They received his call half an hour later. 

“Tracking the signal and moving.” One of the pilot droids says, before driving the ship to the location pinged on their radar.

“That was fast.” Seala comments.

Alvalina has to agree; they barely have time to get worried. Looking through the window of the bridge, they see the ship moving through the air to a deserted part of the planet.

It quickly moved over a mountain range, and from there they could see the hidden facility, protected by the peaks on all sides. There is a hangar with buildings in the empty space between the mountains and many caves on the sides of the cliffs.

Even from high above, they can see the destruction; many buildings are half destroyed, black smoke coming from them, the vehicles are also in pieces, and many bodies are on the ground.

“Landing.” One of the droids says, and the spaceship goes down

They land in the middle of the enemy base, and nothing happens with them, which confirms that their master has completely subjugated the place.

Thanks to Hector’s message, they know that they can leave the ship to look for him, and following his instructions, they activated the workers' droids to follow them as a means of protection and to carry the loot back to the ship.

The walk around the patio, jumping over dead(or unconscious) people, and moving to the biggest building that is connected to the cliff. They found Hector pretty easily when inside.

The place is the storage room, and Hector is in the middle of it, sitting on a small crate while two dozen of the criminals, probably the last ones alive, are in front of him, kneeling, their heads low, and their hands on the ground.

All of them are very bruised, some with broken limbs, and others who look as if they are barely holding on to life.

They are very diverse in race and attire, but the Mon Calamari in front of Hector looks like the boss from this place. His clothes are much more fancy, and he is the one who is not grovelling in the ground, talking with their master directly.

“You are here. The droids should carry all the crates I marked with blood, the ones with Xs.” Hector says, turning his head to the newcomers.

They are obviously noticed by all the criminals; the droids went to work while the slaves moved to Hector’s side.

The observant Alvalina noticed how all those male criminals stared at them like pieces of meat, even bruised, they couldn’t control their lust… but the very instant she reached Hector and sat on his thigh, it was like they were electrocuted with a slave collar, and they all looked down.

“...” ‘They don’t even dare to look at me because I am his woman.’ She realizes.

All the lustful thoughts and wandering eyes are completely suppressed by his mere presence, and now the only sentiment they dare to direct at her is fear. Verdiala and Seala must have noticed that too, because Verdiala sits on Hector’s other thigh and Seala stays behind him, massaging his shoulders.

“...” That is more contact than they even had, but Hector says nothing, understanding the situation too. The girls will be based on his protection while they are here. “You can continue…” Hector says, addressing the boss from his place.

“Ah, o-of course!” The eyes of the boss look even bigger than the naturally big eyes of his species, fearfully alternating between looking at Hector and avoiding eye contact.

‘Even he is afraid of letting his eyes wander on our bodies and consequently incurring Master’s wrath.” Alvalina presumes, filtering whatever the boss is saying about his criminal organization.

Right now, a strange feeling is blooming in her chest… something Alvalina is trying to name.

She continues to lean on her amster while looking around the room. Any criminal that dared to sneak a peek quickly averts their gaze; the bolder ones are some male twi’leks that look at her with barely disguised anger. Something that she identifies as a pathetic jealousy that a rare white and beautiful Twi’lek like her is with a human male instead of one of them, her own race.

Yes… she is starting to identify this feeling. Alvalina can barely keep the smugness off her face while she looks down on all those kneeling criminals from Hector’s lap. All those men who, in a different situation, would treat her like meat look so small.

Alvalina can’t help but twist the knife on those male twi’lkes by turning her head to kiss her master’s neck like the good little slave she is. From the corner of her eye, she saw what her action caused to those pitiful males.

Most of them still dare not stare, but the male twi’leks acts as if her Master cucked them. ‘Hah, as if she ever belonged to any of them in the first place.’ And it doesn’t matter what she does, they can’t do anything to her.

Yes… she now knows what this feeling is… It's a true sense of superiority, born from the strongest thing in the universe… power. 

It is not her power, but this is good enough; this is exactly what Alvalina wanted when she decided to give herself to him.

Power by association is as efficient as a force field to prevent any of them from attacking her.

Right here, untouchable by all those men, in her master’s embrace, she is exactly where she belongs.

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