Predator [NSFW]

	It had been a simple patrol mission.  Or at least it was supposed to have been.  By all definitions, it had been up until
the ambush.  Now, TK-5972 found himself pressing against a wall in a Lothal alleyway in an attempt to get away from the orange
skinned terror that, along with a teenage girl in Mandalorian armor,  had just killed the other four members of his squad.  In a
vain attempt to put up some sort of fight, he fired a shot in the direction of the Jedi, as he attempted to press himself further
into the wall.  Like thousands of other blaster bolts that had been sent at her before, Ahsoka deflected it away from its intended
path.  Using the force to tear the blaster from the trooper's grip, she began to advance towards him.  “This is it,” TK-5972
thought to himself, “My third mission, and I'm going to be chopped to pieces by a Jedi.  Curse that Imperial recruiter, were it not
for him, I would still be at home moisture farming on Tatooine.  See the galaxy he said.  Date exotic women he said.  He never
mentioned those women coming at you with a lightsaber.”  His thoughts, however, were interrupted by the Togruta.  “Do you want to
see your family again?' she asked, almost upon him.  “W-what?”  TK-5972 responded, unsure if he heard her correctly.  “Answer the
question,” Ahsoka commanded, now face to face with the trooper.  As she ran a finger across the bottom rim of his helmet, TK-5972
was just barely able to respond with a shaky “yes” as the Togruta pushed herself against him.  “Good,” she said in a hushed tone,
removing his helmet and tossing it to the Mandalorian.  “Sabine, decorate this for our friend.  I'll comm you when I finish...
interrogating him.”  The girl looked at the trooper and responded with a simple “have fun,” before turning and walking out of the
alley.
	A few minutes later, TK-5972 found himself facing the same wall, stripped of his armor, with only his black bodysuit to
cover him.  “Now tell me, what is your designation?”  “TK-5972,” the trooper quickly stuttered out.  “Listen miss, if you want
information, I don't have any.  This is only my third time out on patrol.  They don't tell me anything.”  “Oh, I can assure you,
you have exactly what I want,” Ahsoka replied in a sultry tone, “now close your eyes and turn around.”  Reluctantly complying, he
slowly turned his back to the wall.  "that really is typical for the Empire.  They don't even tell you why they are sending you out to die," Ahsoka said sympathetically, "You know, you don't have to fight for people who treat you like that."  The slight hum of a vibroblade could be heard, as something was run down the front of his bodysuit.  He could feel the cool night air hit his skin as the once airtight fabric was peeled uselessly away from his body.  “What are you doing?” the trooper asked, his voice quivering.  “Open your eyes and see for yourself,” Ahsoka whispered into his ear.  Opening his eyes, TK-5972 was shocked at what was in front of him.  Somehow, the Jedi had managed to slip out of her own clothes while she stripped him.  A combination of confusion, arousal, and fear swam through his head as she pressed herself against his bare chest, her white nipples tickling his skin.  "I bet the Empire never lets you have any fun," she whispered, running a finger across his chin.  TK-5972 attempted to protest, but was quickly silenced as Ahsoka smashed her lips against his.  “Let's see how you compare to the clones,”  She said as she pulled away from his mouth.  “Remember, good soldiers follow orders, so not a sound,” Ahsoka commanded, in a voice that left little to the imagination what insubordination would entail.  TK-5972 wimpered slightly as her hand reached down and took hold of his stiffening shaft.  “You certainly seem up-gunned when compared to the clones.”  Ahsoka grabbed his hand and placed it on her breast.  “Your tactics need work though.”   Placing one of her lekku in his mouth, she let out a one word command:  “Suck.”  Having little choice in the matter,  TK-5972 did as he was told, slowly swirling his tongue around the rounded tip as he gently suckled it.  A low moan escaped Ahsoka's lips as she pressed him to the ground.  Straddling his chest, Ahsoka pinned his arms by his side.  A predatory look was in her eye.  The trooper was filled with a new fear, as the Togruta slid herself down his body, inching herself closer to his now fully erect mast, stopping just as the head made contact with her flower.  Feeling his fear in the Force, Ahsoka attempted to reassure him, "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you."  “Good soldiers follow orders,” She said, slowly spearing herself on  TK-5972's turbolaser, “so hold your fire until I give the signal.  And keep sucking.”  Ahsoka slowly began to slide back up the trooper's shaft, almost totally removing it from herself, before quickly slamming back down.  "Don't be so tense," she said, "you're not getting out of this, so you may as well enjoy it."  Using the force to keep his hands pinned against the pavement of the alleyway, Ahsoka placed her hands on  TK-5972's chest.  Increasing her pace, Ahsoka continued bouncing on his throbbing rod.  A wet, slapping sound could be heard rhythmically echoing in the alleyway as Ahsoka repeatedly brought her hips back down on the helpless trooper.  As violated as he felt,  TK-5972 couldn't help but be mesmerized by the various markings on the body of the Jedi.  Near her pubic region, she had a pair of marks that resembled those on her cheeks, and on her forearms and thighs, she had several white stripes.  His visual exploration of his captor's body was interrupted as he felt her nails dig into his chest.  He hoped that she was close, as there was no way that he could hold out for much longer.  Her moans were becoming much more frequent and louder, as her movements began to lose their rhythm, but became much more forceful.  Panting, Ahsoka gave  TK-5972 one final order:  “You may fire when ready.”   TK-5972's member twitched as Ahsoka tightened around him.  His eyes became heavy as Ahsoka collapsed against him and his unwilling seed began to flow into her.  “Have a good night shiny,” she whispered sweetly into his ear, as the world around TK-5972 went dark.
	 TK-5972 awoke curled up in the alleyway.  Pressed into his chest was his helmet, which looked very different from when he
had last seen it.  The back , sides, and top had been covered in blue and white stripes.  The front of the helmet had been sprayed
over with orange.  The most damning feature, however, was the white markings that were on the cheeks and forehead of the helmet.
They were the markings of the Togruta that had taken advantage of him the previous night.  Inside the helmet was a small, handwritten note that read: "We could use good soldiers. -AT."  “We got a survivor over here!” said the modulated voice of a trooper.  “Do we need a medic?” asked another.  “Negative, aside from some claw marks and a lack of clothing, he seems alright.”  “Have a fun night trooper?” asked an officer as he strolled into the alleyway.
	“So let me get this straight.  A Togruta Jedi, and a Mandalorian child attacked your squad?”  asked Tarkin, who had now
been put in charge of all investigation into rebel activities on Lothal.  “Yes sir,” responded  TK-5972.  “And then she molested
you?”  “Yes sir,”  TK-5972 replied, dropping his head in shame.  “And the child did this to your helmet?”  “As far as I can tell
sir.  She didn't stick around.”  “And you didn't think to activate the distress signal that was built into your armor's comms as
soon as you made contact with a JEDI?”  “I-I, sir she.”   TK-5972's mind drew a blank.  “This level of incompetence cannot go
unpunished trooper.”  For the second time in two days, TK-5972 was sure he was going to die.  “I'm in a generous mood today though.
Instead of court-martial and death by firing squad, you are going to wear that helmet for the rest of your career.  Let it serve as
a reminder of the price of incompetence.  Now get out of my sight.”
	 TK-5972 deserted three months later.  A combination of shame and desire drove him to join the rebellion.  A desire to find
the Jedi who had taken everything from him.  And find her he did.  “I don't think I ever asked your name,” Ahsoka asked from
her place beside him on the bed, gasping for breath.  “Jaren,” TK-5972 said, reveling in post-coital bliss, “Jaren Sindal.”  "Well Jaren,"  Ahsoka said, throwing a leg over his waist, "I'm glad you joined up."