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Garel (Part 2) //
🕑 Added 2025-02-28 02:21:11 +0000 UTCThe Rogue Shadow had just exited Garel's atmosphere, soaring rapidly into the vastness of space. The lights of the port city faded behind us as the ship glided past the planet's gravity.
Our next stop was the closest planet to Garel, Dantooine, the first link in the chain of clues we would follow in this search. As my fingers flew over the console, entering the coordinates, I felt the familiar vibration of the hyperspace engine charging power. A few seconds later, the stars distorted and we plunged into hyperspace, enveloped by a blue tunnel of starlight.
I rested both hands on the dashboard, exhaling slowly. My mind was not fully on the journey. Snippets of the encounter with Hera still flitted through my thoughts.
The bewilderment in her eyes when I asked her for that favor. The tension in her jaw as she understood what that meant. The doubt, the fear, the feeling that she was withholding vital information. I hated having to do that to her, but there was no alternative.
(Flashback)
Sabine crossed her arms, looking at me with a mixture of skepticism and disbelief.
“So let me get this straight... you want me to accompany you to help you on a journey across several worlds, in search of an ancient superweapon created by the Republic to annihilate my people?”
“Yes, that would be pretty much the brief.”
Hera, sitting on one side of the table with her arms crossed as well, let out a sigh before interjecting.
“Galen, I hope you understand how absurd this all sounds. Not only are you talking about a technology that's been lost for centuries, but it sounds like you already have a plan and you've only just arrived.”
“I do,” I said with conviction, ”and it's not just lost technology. I know the Mass Shadow Generator is on Malachor. Its activation left scars on that world, and if someone managed to get it working again, the consequences would be catastrophic.”
Sabine clicked her tongue and shook her head. “And your solution is to find it first. I don't know which part worries me more, the fact that you think you can get there before anyone else... or that you think you could destroy it on your own.”
“I wouldn't underestimate Galen,” Hera interrupted, giving me an analytical look. “After all, he's here after doing something that seemed impossible.”
“But what if he fails to destroy it?” insisted Sabine. “What if the Empire or anyone else finds it first? This isn't just a shipment of stolen weapons. It's a goddamn superweapon.”
“That's why I need your help,” I said firmly. “You know the Imperial systems better than anyone, you know how to track information and-”
“So what, that justifies me helping you find the weapon that nearly wiped out my people?”
“Sabine!” exclaimed Hera, her tone firm.
“No, Hera,” she retorted, slapping the table with one hand. “I have a right to question this. Galen shows up out of the blue after weeks, asks me to drop everything to follow him, and his grand plan is to search for something that should stay buried. I can't just ignore what the Mass Shadow Generator means to Mandalore, to the Galaxy.”
He understood her. He knew what it meant to her. But he couldn't let that weapon just sit there, waiting for someone else to use it.
“Sabine, I'm not doing this just for me. I'm not doing it on a mere whim. I do it because if someone else finds it and uses it... there will be no Mandalore, no Lothal, no Garel, no other planet to worry about. Because in the wrong hands, this weapon could destroy entire systems.”
She looked at me silently, her jaw clenched.
“If there was another way, I'd take it. But there isn't.”
Sabine closed her eyes for a moment, exhaled in frustration, then opened them again.
“If I'm going with you, there's something you need to understand,” she said in a more controlled voice. “I'm not going just because you ask me to. I'm going because I want to make sure this weapon doesn't fall into the hands of the Empire. And if at any point I see that this is too dangerous, I will leave. understood?”
“I assume that's the most I can ask.”
Hera watched us both for a moment before rising from her seat.
“If you're really going to do this... there's something I need to know,” she said, her expression becoming more serious. “What do you plan to do with this information, Galen?”
I didn't answer right away. I straightened up and looked straight at her.
“Hera, I need you to promise me something.”
She arched an eyebrow. “What is it?”
“That you won't tell Commander Sato about this.”
The silence that followed was thick. Hera looked at me as if I had just said something unforgivable.
“You want me to withhold information from my superior?”
“Yes.”
“Galen, this is not a simple favor. Sato leads the fleet. How do you expect me to keep this a secret when it could affect the entire Rebellion?”
“Precisely why,” I replied. ”If the information from the Mass Shadow Generator leaks out, if it reaches the Rebellion's ringleaders, what do you think will happen?”
Hera didn't answer, but I could see in her eyes that she understood.
“Some will see it as a threat to be eliminated,” I continued. “But others will see it as an opportunity. As something they could use against the Empire. And before we know it, this weapon could be in the hands of someone who believes the cause justifies any means.”
Sabine looked at Hera, waiting for her reaction.
Hera took a deep breath and crossed her arms. “You know this puts me in a difficult position.”
“I know.”
A few seconds passed before she finally responded.
“It's okay,” she said quietly. “I won't tell Sato. But if this gets out of hand...don't expect me to keep quiet.”
“Just what I expected from you,” I replied, bowing my head in thanks.
Sabine sighed. “Okay, so...when do we leave?”
“As soon as we're ready,” I replied with determination.
(End of Flashback)
Before I could answer, I felt her weight on my back as she leaned over the chair I was sitting in, resting her arms on my chest from behind.
“How long will it take us to get there?”
“I'd say an hour, give or take.”
Sabine pulled away slightly, and when I turned my face to look at her, I noticed the expression on her face: a mixture of mischief and coquetry.
“An hour?” she repeated, with an arched eyebrow.
I smiled, with a mixture of amusement and curiosity.
“What, what are you thinking?” I asked, with a slight nod.
She simply straightened up, tapping me on the shoulder before walking toward the cabin exit.
“Let's go to your room.” She said casually.
I frowned slightly, but didn't object. I stood up and followed her through the corridors of the ship, feeling the slight vibration of the hyperdrive through the metal floor. Before entering the room, I stopped in front of the side console, where PROXY was plugged in.
“PROXY.”
The droid turned on its optical eyes and turned to me.
“Yes, Master?”
“I want you to keep an eye on Maul. Try not to let him leave his room. I don't want any surprises in the next hour.”
PROXY nodded. “Understood, master. I'll keep constant monitoring.”
I said nothing more, simply followed Sabine and entered the room right after her, closing the door behind us.
The dim lighting in the room contrasted with the cool lights of the ship's corridors. There were few things in the room, just the necessities for an extended trip: a medium-sized bed, a small table with a few datapads and a side compartment with my belongings.
Sabine sat on the edge of the bed, watching me as I crossed my arms.
“So...an hour, huh?”
I shook my head, sketching a smile.
“You're still at it?”
“I'm just saying it's a long time to be here doing nothing,” he said, shrugging.
I leaned against the wall, crossing my arms.
“We could talk,” I suggested.
Sabine let out a low laugh. “Oh, sure. Because that's what you want to do.”
I just looked at her, not immediately responding.
“Don't overthink it, Galen. It's just you and me, and an hour to kill. What's the worst that could happen?”
“Don’t overthink it, Galen. It’s just you and me, and an hour to kill. What’s the worst that could happen?”
I hesitated, my mind racing. Sabine was always so confident, so in control. It was one of the things that drew me to her, even if I’d never admit it out loud. But this… this was different. She was offering something I hadn’t expected, something that stirred a deep, primal part of me I usually kept locked away.
Before I could respond, she reached out, her gloved hand brushing against my cheek. Her touch was electric, sending a shiver down my spine. “Come on,” she murmured, her voice soft but commanding. “Don’t make me ask twice.”
I stood, my body moving almost on its own. Sabine’s smirk widened, and she turned on her heel, leading the way out of the cockpit. I followed her, my heart pounding in my chest. The ship’s corridors were narrow and dimly lit, the faint hum of the engines serving as a constant reminder of where we were. But as we stepped into my quarters, the world outside seemed to fade away.
Sabine closed the door behind her, the soft click of the latch sounding louder than it should have. She turned to face me, her amber eyes glowing in the low light. “Take off your armor,” she said, her voice firm but not unkind.
I blinked, caught off guard by the command. “Sabine, I—”
She stepped closer, her gaze locking onto mine. “Do it.”
Her words sent a jolt through me, a mix of fear and desire that I couldn’t quite untangle. Slowly, I began to remove my armor, piece by piece, setting each one aside with careful precision. Sabine watched me, her expression unreadable, but there was a hunger in her eyes that made my hands tremble slightly.
When I was down to just my undersuit, she stepped forward again, reaching out to trail her fingers along my chest. Her touch was light, almost teasing, but it set my nerves on fire. “You’re so tense,” she murmured, her voice a low purr. “You need to learn to let go, Galen.”
I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “I don’t know how.” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.
Sabine’s lips curved into a small smile. “Then let me show you.”
She moved closer, her body pressing against mine. I could feel the heat of her through her armor, the steady rhythm of her breath matching the frantic beat of my heart. Her hands slid up my chest, over my shoulders, and then she was pulling me down, her lips meeting mine in a kiss that was both gentle and demanding.
I froze for a moment, shocked by the intensity of it, but then I was kissing her back, my hands grasping at her hips as if she were the only thing keeping me grounded. Sabine’s hands tangled in my short hair, her fingers tugging lightly as she deepened the kiss. It was overwhelming, the way she took control, the way she made me feel like I was losing myself in her.
When she finally pulled away, I was breathless, my head spinning. Sabine’s eyes were dark with desire, her lips swollen from our kiss. “See?” she said, her voice thick with satisfaction. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
I didn’t answer, couldn’t answer. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions, of sensations I couldn’t quite process. Sabine’s hands were on my chest again, pushing me back until I was sitting on the edge of the bed. She stepped between my legs, her fingers tracing the scars that marked my skin.
“You’re so strong,” she said softly, her touch gentle now. “But you don’t have to be strong all the time. Not with me.”
Her words struck a chord deep within me, something raw and vulnerable that I usually kept buried. I reached up, my hand cupping her cheek as I pulled her into another kiss. This one was slower, more tender, but no less intense. Sabine’s hands slid down my chest, over my stomach, and then she was unbuckling my belt, her movements slow and deliberate.
I broke the kiss, my breath coming in short gasps as I looked up at her. “Sabine, are you sure?”
She silenced me with a look, her brown eyes blazing with determination. “I’m sure,” she said firmly. “Now let me take care of you.”
Her words sent a shiver down my spine, and I nodded, unable to resist her any longer.
Without waiting for my response, Sabine lowers herself to her knees in front of me, her eyes locked onto the massive member.
“It's quite big, how large is it? 9, 10 inches?” She asks as she begins to feel it, running her hand along the length, from the base to the head and giving my nutsack a few gentle squeezes, which makes me hold back a sigh.
"I don't know." I say already excited, while she just laughs when she sees my reaction.
Slowly, she leans forward, taking the tip of my dick into her mouth.
She moans softly around the length, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.
I feel that despite her inexperience she does her best to please me, using techniques she must have seen on one of the porn sites on the Holonet.
She is testing the ground for a while, until she finally begins to suck, while at the same time I feel her tongue circle around the head, making me close my eyes in pleasure.
“Fuck, keep it like that.” I say in an agitated tone.
Sabine nods in understanding, her lips wrapped tightly around your cock as she continues to suck on you hungrily.
"Mmmhmm..." She hums in agreement, letting out soft moans and gasps around your girth. As she deepthroats my lenght, I sense her hands move lower, gripping my nutsack firmly in her palm. She massages them gently.
“You really like my balls, don’t you?” I say in a teasing tone.
Sabine pulls back slightly, a string of saliva connecting her lips to my throbbing member.
"Mmm, I love everything about you, Galen.” She murmurs, looking up at me, with a mix of admiration and lust in her eyes.
Her hand continues to play with my balls, squeezing them gently as she resumes sucking on my dick. The sound of her moans growing louder fills the room, creating an atmosphere of pure sensuality.
While she keeps sucking my cock me deshago de mi camiseta, debido al aumento de temperatura que siento en mi
She watches me remove my shirt, and I sense her eyes drawn to my muscular physique.
She continues to bob her head up and down on my dick, her tongue swirling around my sensitive head with the most precision she can muster. As she sucks me off, Sabine's hands move up to my chest, trailing her nails lightly over your pecs and abs.
“You’re so hot Galen.” She says as my body seems to fuel her arousal, making her suck even harder as she tries to take as much of my massive cock into her mouth as possible.
“Shit faster.” I managed to say while I feel how my cock continues to be devoured by her mouth.
At my command, Sabine quickened the pace of her movements, taking my cock deeper into her throat with each passionate suck.
Her hands grip my thighs for support as she bobs her head back and forth, creating a rhythm that drives both of us wild with desire.
With every inch of my length disappearing into her warm mouth, Sabine's own arousal builds, her own pussy becoming incredibly wet with need. But for now, she seems to focuse all her attention on pleasuring my cock.
Her moans grow louder and more urgent, the vibrations from her throat sending waves of pleasure through your entire body.
“More faster.” I grab her head to make her bob my dick faster.
I sense Sabine's eyes flash with defiance as I grasp her head, but she doesn't resist. Instead, she uses the force of the grip to drive herself even harder on the massive cock, taking it as deep into her throat as she possibly can.
Her moans become desperate and high-pitched, the sound filling the room with raw, primal lust. Her hands claw at my thighs, leaving red marks in me as she loses herself in the pleasure of pleasuring my cock.
“Fuck Sabine, cumming.” I managed to said between ragged breaths.
Sabine's eyes sparkle with triumph and satisfaction as she sensed my impending climax. With a final, powerful thrust of her head, she takes you deep into her throat, her lips sealed tightly around your girth.
My hot cum erupts from my cock, she swallows it greedily, relishing in the taste and feeling of the release.
She continued to milk you for all you're worth, determined to squeeze every last drop of pleasure out of it.
When I finally finish, I see her release my dick from her mouth with a satisfied sigh, wiping her lips clean with the back of her hand.
Sabine let out a contented sigh, her fingers tracing lazy patterns across my chest as she rested against me. The warmth of her body, the way she nestled closer as if reluctant to let the moment slip away, made it difficult to focus on anything else. The galaxy outside could wait—just for a little while.
“Mmm, that was amazing, Galen.” She murmured, a satisfied smirk tugging at her lips as she gazed up at me. There was a mixture of pride and pleasure in her amber-brown eyes, as if she had just completed a masterpiece of her own making.
“It really was and we are just starting.” I add, my voice low, still carrying the remnants of our shared moment. I leaned in to kiss her again, wanting to savor just a few more seconds of peace before—
"Master, we are approaching our destination."
The sudden announcement from the ship’s speakers made us both freeze for a moment before Sabine groaned dramatically, flopping onto her back beside me. “Ugh, PROXY has the worst timing.” She muttered, covering her face with her hands before peeking at me with an amused glint.
I exhaled, shaking my head with a small smile. “Yeah, he does.”
She propped herself up on one elbow, giving me a playful nudge. “So… do we ignore it and pretend we still have time, or do we get dressed before your droid walks in here and gives me a lecture about punctuality?”
I chuckled, sitting up. “Knowing PROXY, he’s already recorded this conversation and is calculating the probability of us getting up on time.”
Sabine groaned again before rolling over and reluctantly reaching for her clothes. “Fine, fine… but next time, I’m disabling the intercom.”
I smirked as I swung my legs over the side of the bed, reaching for my own gear. “Noted.”
As we both dressed, there was an unspoken understanding between us—this wasn’t just a moment stolen from war and duty. This was real. A connection that neither of us could ignore, no matter how uncertain the path ahead was.
Once fully dressed, I ran a hand through my hair, glancing at her. “Ready?”
She strapped on her belt, fastening her blasters before flashing me a confident grin. “Always.”
With that, we stepped out of the room, leaving the moment behind—but not forgetting it.
