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Yavin IV – Sith Temple Perimeter
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The jungle around us was thick with tension. The Dromund Kaas cultists worked diligently, their machines digging through ancient stone and debris, slowly uncovering the main entrance to the lost temple of Exar Kun. If they succeeded, they would recover one of the most dangerous Sith artifacts in history—his legendary lightsaber, infused with the echoes of his dark power.
We couldn't let that happen.
Crouched in the underbrush, I watched as Merah Asli checked her equipment. She had already detached two ion grenades from her belt and was rolling them between her fingers, calculating the best angle of attack. The soft glow of her blaster pistol reflected against her sharp eyes as she analyzed the scene before us.
"Two construction droids," she muttered, pointing at the heavy-duty machines clawing away at the rubble blocking the temple entrance. "Those ion charges should shut them down, buy us time. The problem is the guards. Once they realize their diggers are out, they'll come looking."
Ahsoka glanced at me, then at Shaak Ti. "That's our cue. While they're scrambling, we take the side entrance."
I nodded, adjusting my grip on my saber. "Merah, set the distraction and get back to the Royal Harpy. Stay airborne and keep an eye on reinforcements. If things go south, we'll need an extraction."
She flashed a smirk, holstering her pistol. "You Jedi get all the fun. But don't get yourselves killed before I pick you up."
"No promises," I quipped.
Merah slid through the underbrush like a shadow, moving with practiced precision. She reached the tree line closest to the excavation site, crouching behind a fallen log. Carefully, she primed the first grenade, its silent countdown ticking away in her hand.
A quick flick of her wrist sent the grenade sailing through the air, landing right between the two massive excavation droids.
A second later—
FZZZTTT-CRACK!
A pulse of ion energy erupted outward, and the droids shuddered violently before powering down, their lights flickering off. Sparks danced along their mechanical limbs as they collapsed, leaving behind only a rising pillar of smoke.
Immediately, chaos erupted among the cultists. They barked orders at one another, trying to diagnose what had just happened. Some fumbled with their weapons, while others rushed to examine the disabled droids.
Merah was already on the move, slipping back into the jungle like a ghost. She pressed her commlink. "Distraction's set. Get moving. I'm heading to the Harpy. I'll keep watch from above."
"Copy that. Stay safe, Merah," I whispered back. Then I turned to Ahsoka and Shaak Ti. "Let's go."
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Moving swiftly, we navigated through the jungle's thick vines and roots, making our way toward the collapsed western wall of the temple. Centuries ago, an ancient battle had torn apart this section of the structure, leaving behind a crumbling but accessible path.
Shaak Ti led the way, her keen senses scanning for traps or lingering Dark Side energy. Ahsoka and I followed closely, keeping our sabers at the ready.
As we approached, I muttered, "If Exar Kun's saber is here, we're going to have to fight for it. No way they'll just let us take it."
Ahsoka shot me a knowing look. "When do we ever get anything the easy way?"
Shaak Ti placed a hand against the moss-covered stone and closed her eyes. The Force rippled outward from her touch, searching. After a moment, she nodded. "The passage is intact. We can get inside, but we must move quietly. If they sense us too soon, we'll lose the element of surprise."
We slipped inside, the jungle giving way to ancient, dust-covered stone. The air immediately felt thick, heavy with the weight of forgotten history. Symbols of Sith origin lined the walls, illuminated only by the soft glow of our sabers.
"This place still stinks of Sith and the Darkside," Ahsoka murmured.
I stepped carefully, avoiding loose debris. "Exar Kun may be long gone, but his influence remains. And if the Sith cultists are here, that means they're looking for something tangible."
Shaak Ti moved ahead, running her fingers along the ancient carvings. "We need to find his burial chamber before they do."
We pressed on.
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As we navigated through the corridors, Ahsoka let out a small chuckle to herself. I arched an eyebrow. "What?"
She smirked, eyes glinting in the dim light. "Just thinking… How many Jedi do you know who've 'been' with both their master and their closest ally?"
I felt my face heat slightly, but I kept my expression neutral. "I take it this is your way of making conversation?"
Shaak Ti, walking just ahead, chuckled softly. "It's an interesting observation, Will. Not exactly Jedi tradition."
Ahsoka grinned. "Not exactly. But then again, he's never been a traditional Jedi, has he?"
I exhaled, shaking my head. "Look, we can talk about my 'unorthodox' personal life after we've stopped the Sith from retrieving a weapon with knowledge of mass destruction."
Shaak Ti gave a serene smile. "Fair enough. But do remember—attachments are not weaknesses. They only become so if you allow them to blind you. You have a strong will, Wilhelm. Don't let the past cloud your judgment."
I nodded slowly.
After some time…
The humid air of Yavin IV hung heavy, thick with the scent of decaying jungle and the ancient power that still pulsed through the crumbling Massassi temple. Will, Ahsoka, and Shaak Ti, cloaked in the shadows, explored the ruins, the silence broken only by the rustle of their robes and the occasional chirp of a nocturnal creature. Shaak Ti, her Togruta features serene, spoke, her voice echoing softly through the stone corridors.
"I've been considering a change," she began, her gaze fixed on a crumbling mural depicting ancient Jedi Knights. "The Order's expansion into the Outer Rim… Dantooine needs experienced leadership. I've requested a position mentoring the paladin arm there." She paused, her eyes flickering towards Will. "It would allow me to be closer… to observe your progress."
A subtle tension filled the air. Ahsoka, ever perceptive, noted the unspoken words that passed between her master and the young Jedi Knight. A playful smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. "So, Master Shaak Ti," she teased, "you're going to follow Will all the way to Dantooine? Are you sure it's just his progress you're interested in observing?"
Shaak Ti's expression remained composed, but a hint of warmth touched her eyes. "Your wit is as sharp as ever, Ahsoka. But yes, Will's potential is… considerable. And Dantooine is a vital strategic point."
The exploration continued, leading them deeper into the heart of the ruined temple. They found themselves in a large chamber, open to the night sky, moonlight bathing the weathered stone in an ethereal glow. The air crackled with unspoken desires, the shared tension palpable.
Ahsoka, restless, moved to the edge of the precipice, looking out over the jungle canopy. Will followed, his gaze drawn to her lithe form. Shaak Ti watched them, a knowing smile playing on her lips.
"The Force is strong here," Will murmured, his voice low.
"Indeed," Ahsoka replied, turning to face him. "Strong… and full of surprises." She reached out, her fingers brushing against his arm. A spark ignited between them.
Shaak Ti joined them, her presence radiating a quiet strength. She placed a hand on Will's other arm, her touch sending a shiver through him. The unspoken understanding that passed between the three was electric.
"Perhaps," Shaak Ti said softly, "we can explore the Force's… surprises… together."
The moonlight seemed to intensify, casting long, dancing shadows across the chamber walls. Clothes were shed, the cool night air caressing their skin. Will stood between the two Togruta women, his heart pounding in his chest.
Ahsoka, her eyes burning with desire, reached out and traced the line of his jaw. Shaak Ti, her expression serene yet passionate, cupped his face in her hands. Their touches ignited a fire within him, a hunger that had been simmering beneath the surface for too long.
Will pulled Ahsoka closer, his lips meeting hers in a heated kiss. At the same time, he felt Shaak Ti's hands on his back, her touch sending waves of pleasure through him. The kiss deepened, tongues intertwining, the passion between them escalating quickly.
The night air was filled with soft moans and gasps as their bodies intertwined. Will's hands explored the curves of Ahsoka's body, her skin warm and smooth beneath his touch. He felt Shaak Ti's hands caressing his chest, her fingers tracing patterns on his skin that sent shivers down his spine.
The three moved together in a dance of passion, their bodies moving in perfect synchronicity. Will's attention was divided between the two women, each touch, each kiss, fueling the fire within him. He savored the taste of Ahsoka's lips, the feel of Shaak Ti's hands on his skin. The ruined temple echoed with their shared pleasure, the ancient stones bearing witness to their passionate union.
The night deepened, their passion reaching a fever pitch. Will's body trembled with the force of his release, his cries mingling with the soft moans of the two Togruta women. As the echoes of their passion faded into the stillness of the night, they lay entwined, their breathing slowly returning to normal.
The bond between them had been forged in the fires of passion, a connection that transcended the boundaries of Jedi discipline and the rigid structure of the Order.
A Dyad formed between them.
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As we turned the next corner, the corridor opened into a vast chamber, its ceiling stretching high above us. In the center, a massive stone door, sealed shut with a Sith inscription carved across its surface.
Ahsoka stepped forward, brushing dust off the ancient markings. "This is it. This has to be the entrance to the burial chamber."
Shaak Ti traced the inscription with a gloved finger, translating the text. "Only the worthy shall pass. The blade of Kun must never be held by the unworthy."
I frowned. "Sounds like we'll need to prove something before we get through."
Before anyone could respond, a distant echo reverberated through the temple.
Footsteps.
The Sith cultists were inside.
Ahsoka turned to me, smirking. "So much for a quiet entry."
I tightened my grip on my saber. "Get ready. If we want that saber, we're going to have to fight for it."
And we would.
The lost saber of Exar Kun lay beyond that door, waiting for its next wielder.
We just had to get there first.
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