While Padmè and Jaden were in the atrium 'enjoying' the reception, Vaylin trudged down a service corridor with an unhappy expression on her face, her datapad clutched in one hand, a clenched fist in the other. She sighed, loud and exasperated, her voice echoing off the metal walls. "This staff is a complete disaster," she muttered, shaking her head. "No organization, no communication—how do they even keep this ship running?" She'd spent hours wrangling the crew to ensure Padmé, Aubrie, Anakin, and Sabe's suites met her exacting standards—silk bedding pressed, refreshers stocked with Naboo jasmine soap, and climate controls set to Padmé's preferred 22 degrees. She'd hounded the kitchen staff to stock Padmé's favorite foods—spiced shaak roast, Alderaanian nectarfruit, and those delicate Chandrilan pastries she loved—only to find the head chef didn't even know what a nectarfruit was. "I had to send a droid to the market on Coruscant myself," she grumbled, swiping through her datapad, checking off tasks. "And don't get me started on the luggage delays. If I ran this ship, things would actually work."
She turned a corner, dodging a maintenance droid hauling a crate, and headed for Padmé's suite on the executive deck. The luggage should've arrived by now, and Vaylin needed to unpack it, organize Padmé's gowns by event—banquets, trade talks, the masquerade ball—and ensure everything was perfect. "If I don't do it, they'll probably shove her dresses in a closet like laundry," she said, rolling her eyes. She reached the suite's gold-trimmed door, swiped her keycard, and stepped inside, expecting a pile of travel cases. Instead, she froze, her datapad slipping from her hand, clattering to the floor.
Three men in dark masks and tactical gear were tearing through the suite. One rifled through a dresser, tossing silk scarves aside; another pried open a wall panel with a vibro-tool; the third scanned a shelf with a handheld device, its screen glowing red. Drawers hung open, Padmé's belongings scattered—gowns crumpled on the bed, a jewelry case upended, pearls rolling across the carpet. Vaylin's mouth dropped. "What the hell are you doing?" she shouted.
The men spun around, their masked faces blank, the one with the scanner pointed at her. "Neutralize her." The other two raised blasters and immediately pointed them at her. Vaylin's eyes widened, her heart lurching, and she dove out of the room crawling behind the door as a blaster bolt seared past, scorching the wall where her head had been. "Kriff!" she yelped, scrambling to her feet and bolting fown the corridor, her shoes slipping on the carpet.
She panted as she rushed down the corridor screaming, "Help! Someone, help!" Her voice bounced off the empty walls, unanswered. Sadly for Vaylin the reception had drawn every guest and most workers to the atrium, leaving the executive deck deserted, and what she didn't know was that the executive deck had purposely been emptied. She sprinted, her breath ragged, hearing boots pounding behind her. A blaster bolt zipped past, sparking against a pipe, and she ducked, her shoulder slamming into a wall as she rounded a corner. "Where is everyone!!?" she gasped, her legs burning as she ran, her datapad left behind, her mind racing. She needed to find security, a droid, anyone.
The corridor stretched on, lined with closed doors. Another bolt grazed her sleeve, singeing the fabric, and she stumbled, catching herself on a railing. She spotted a turbolift ahead, but the indicator showed it was ten decks away. "No time," she panted, veering into a side passage that led to a massive warehouse where executive passengers' luggage was stored. The doors slid open, and she slipped inside, the large space looming with stacks of crates, travel cases, and hover-carts parked haphazardly. The air smelled of plasteel and polish, and dim overhead lights cast long shadows.
Vaylin ducked behind a crate, her chest heaving, her hands trembling as she crouched low. The doors hissed again, and the three men entered, their boots clanging on the floor. "Spread out and find her, the boss won't be happy if she escapes," one of the men said. Vaylin wrapped her hand around her mouth as she hid behind one of the crates, trying her best to be silent a men walked past her position; she felt herself start to shake as they walked only a few paces away from her.
As the men tried to find her they spoke to rah other one of them speaking about the very person whose room they invaded. "When we're done with Amidala, think the boss'll let us have a go? She's got that body—bet she's a screamer." Another laughed. "He'll want first taste, but yeah, we'll get ours."
Vaylin's stomach churned, her hands clenching into fists. 'Padmé's in danger,' she thought, her fear sharpening into resolve. 'I have to warn her.' She peered around the crate, spotting the men spreading out, their scanners sweeping the room. She crept along the crate's edge, staying low, aiming for a side exit. Her foot brushed a loose tool, sending it skittering across the floor with a metallic clank. The men froze, then turned, one shouting, "There!"
Vaylin bolted, weaving through crates as blaster bolts cracked behind her, one hitting a case and spilling clothes everywhere. A bolt grazed her shoulder, searing through her jacket, and she screamed, pain exploding down her arm. She stumbled, crashing into a crate, and ducked behind it, clutching her shoulder as if singed with burned flesh. "Kriff, kriff," she gasped, tears stinging her eyes as more bolts slammed into the crate.
She spotted an open vent nearby, its cover ajar, just wide enough to crawl through. She crawled toward it, her injured shoulder throbbing, but a hand grabbed her ankle, yanking her back. A masked man loomed over her, his grip iron-tight. "Got you," he growled. Vaylin kicked, her heel glancing off his shin, and swung her fist, but he dodged, slamming his knuckles into her jaw. Pain burst across her face, and he grabbed her hair, smashing her head against the crate's edge. Her vision blurred, stars dancing, and he lifted her by the throat, her feet dangling, her hands clawing at his wrist. She choked, gasping, her nails digging into his glove, but his grip tightened, cutting off her air.
Desperate, Vaylin jabbed her thumbs into his eyes, pressing hard. He roared, dropping her, and she hit the floor, coughing, her throat raw. She scrambled back, stumbling toward the vent, and dove inside, expecting a crawlspace. Instead, the floor dropped out—a chute, not a vent. She screamed, tumbling down a steep, smooth tunnel, her body bouncing off the walls, her injured shoulder slamming against metal. Darkness swallowed her, her cries echoing as she fell, the chute twisting deeper into the ship's bowels.
One of the men looked down the chute only to see darkness and no Vaylin. "Should we go after her sir?" He asked.
"No, she won't have survived the fall, get back to the room and start putting things back in place, the boss doesn't want Amidala to know we were in there."
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The fresh air hit Padmé's face as she led Aubrie, Anakin, and Sabe out of the Eternal Horizon's grand atrium, leaving the reception behind as well as the heat of thousands of bodies—a lot unwashed and even more covered in strong smelling perfumes. The corridor felt quieter, the hum of the ship's systems softer than the clinking glasses and fake laughter they'd just escaped.
Anakin caught up, his Jedi robes flapping as he matched her quick pace. "Padmé, what's the deal? We're bailing before the dancing even starts. That's the only part of these things that doesn't make me want to punch a wall."
Sabe, walking beside him, crossed her arms and shot him a look. "Yeah, I was counting on dragging you out for a spin, Skywalker. I put up with three hours of boring chitchat for nothing?"
Padmé kept her eyes straight ahead. "This is more important. You'll see why soon. Just come with me."
Aubrie trailed a few steps behind, her arms wrapped tightly around herself, the emerald dress still feeling too tight. "I'm good with leaving," she said. "That reception was awful. All those guys crowding me, trying to get me to drink with them or take some creepy private tour—I never want to do that again." The reception had been overwhelming, her beauty drawing every sleazy senator and aide like moths to a flame. Aubrie, Order, was used to sparring and meditation, not dodging flirty creeps, and the whole thing left her rattled.
Anakin glanced back, grinning. "I hear you, Aubrie. I'm with you on skipping these snob-fests. The food's not even that good."
Sabe nudged him, smirking. "Don't think you're off the hook. You still owe me a dance, and I'm collecting."
He raised his hands, chuckling. "Fine, fine. You'll get your dance."
Aubrie sped up to walk beside Padmé, her voice quieting. "Is something wrong? We're moving like we're running from a bounty hunter."
Padmé gave her a quick look, her face softening. "Everything's okay, Aubrie. Just hang on a bit. You'll understand when we get there."
Aubrie bit her lip but nodded, falling silent.
They reached Padmé's suite on the executive deck, and she swiped her keycard, pushing the door open. The lights were already on, casting a warm glow over the silk bedding and scattered furniture. Padmé stepped inside, and the others followed, stopping short when they saw who was waiting. Jaden stood in the middle of the room, no disguise though he was still wearing his waitering outfit. Zule leaned against a wall nearby and her eyes softening when she saw them though she looked a little hesitant, like she was happy to see them but felt a little nervous as well.
Jaden spoke first. "Hey."
That one word hit like a shockwave, freezing everyone in place.
Anakin stood rooted just inside the door. Sabe stopped behind him, her eyes darting from Jaden to Padmé, confusion written all over her face.
Aubrie, though, looked like she'd been punched. Her hands shook at her sides, and her eyes locked on Jaden, wide and glassy, like she was seeing a ghost. For a second, it seemed like she might cry, but she just stood there, staring, as if moving might make him vanish again.
Zule stepped forward, breaking the silence. "Good to see you all," she said. "It's veen a while."
Anakin snapped out of it, crossing the room to Jaden and sticking out his hand. "Good to have you back, Jaden," he said, his tone quieter than usual. He shook Jaden's hand, holding his gaze. "And... I owe you an apology. Back on Jabiim, I bought into some lies about you. Thought you were someone you're not. I was wrong."
Jaden gripped his hand, nodding. "It's all good. Let's move past it."
Zule turned to Padmé, her expression serious. "I'm sorry that I left without saying much, I just felt like I was suffocating up above... and I just had to get out, I hope you understand." Padmé smiled gave a small nod, but her attention was elsewhere, fixed on Jaden and Aubrie. The air between them felt heavy, like it was holding its breath.
Padmé cleared her throat. "Let's give them a minute." She tilted her head toward a side room, signaling the others. Anakin caught her meaning and grabbed Sabe's arm. "Come on," he muttered, steering her away. Sabe hesitated, glancing back at Aubrie, then followed. Zule shot Jaden a quick look—half warning, half trust—before slipping out with them.
The door clicked shut, leaving Jaden and Aubrie alone.
Silence stretched between them, a very thick and uncomfortable silence one that seemed to go on for eternity. Jaden shifted his weight, staring at the floor, his mind racing for the right words. Everything he'd thought to say to her felt wrong now, too small for the months of absence, the worry he'd caused. Aubrie stood still, her hands clasped tightly in front of her, her eyes searching his face like she was trying to make sure he was real.
Finally, Aubrie took a shaky breath and stepped closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "Why?"
Jaden looked up, meeting her gaze, and felt his chest tighten. "What do you mean, why?"
Her eyes narrowed, her voice sharper now, carrying months of hurt. "Why did you leave? Why didn't you take me with you? Why didn't you come back sooner? Why didn't you send a message, anything?" Her voice cracked on the last word, and she stepped closer, her hands trembling. "Why?"
He closed his eyes for a second, trying to pull himself together. When he opened them, she was right there, her face so close he could see the faint freckles across her nose, the way her lips pressed tight to keep from shaking. He swallowed hard, forcing the words out. "I didn't want to drag you into my mess. After Jabiim, I'd hoped that all of you would find some peace, and when it looked like people wouldn't leave me alone. I thought... if I stayed away, you'd be safer. You'd find something better, something normal."
Aubrie stared at him, her eyes wet but fierce. She shook her head and stepped even closer. "I never wanted normal. I want you."
The words hit him like a blaster shot, and before he could think, he pulled her into his arms, holding her tight. Her head rested against his shoulder, her arms wrapping around him, and for a moment, the world felt right again. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his cheek pressed against her hair. "I screwed up."
She didn't pull away, her voice muffled against his jacket. "Promise me you won't leave again. No matter what."
"I promise," he said, his arms tightening around her.
They stayed like that for a long time, the quiet wrapping around them like a bubble. When Aubrie finally stepped back, her eyes were still shiny, but she managed a small smile. "I missed you so much," she said. "I thought about you every night... dreamed about you." Her cheeks flushed as she realized what she'd said, and she looked down, embarrassed.
Jaden's heart skipped, and he reached out, gently lifting her chin so she'd meet his eyes. "I thought about you all the time as well," he said, the words slipping out before he could stop them. Her emerald dress hugged her slim frame, and the way her hair framed her face made her look like she belonged in a holo-vid, not a war-torn galaxy.
Aubrie's blush deepened, but she didn't look away. Her eyes held his, warm and open, and something in her gaze made his chest ache. He leaned in slowly, giving her time to pull back, but she didn't. Their lips met, soft and tentative at first, then deeper, like they were making up for lost time. Her hands rested on his shoulders, and she leaned into him, her breath quickening. The kiss was slow, like they'd both been waiting for it forever.
When they parted, Aubrie's face was glowing, her hand touching her lips like she could still feel him there. "That... felt amazing," she said, her voice shaky but happy.
Jaden looked away, guilt creeping in despite the warmth. "We'll talk more about it later," he said.
Aubrie nodded, her smile small but sure. "Okay."
Jaden called out to the others. "You can come back now."
The side door opened, and Padmé, Anakin, Sabe, and Zule filed in. Jaden stood in the center of the room, looking at each of them, his expression serious. "It's time you all knew why we're here," he said. "No more secrets." He stood still for a moment after speaking, letting his words sink in before he started explaining. His eyes moved across Padmé, Anakin, Sabe, Aubrie, and Zule, checking they were all paying attention.
"This started months ago," he said. "Velea, and I have been working on a project—a new way to travel through space, one that doesn't need hyperspace lanes or nav beacons. It's a prototype, but it works. The last piece we need is a Kyber Crystal, big enough to handle the system. Collan Eislo has one, stored right here on the Eternal Horizon."
He paced slowly, hands at his sides, speaking plainly. "But that's not the only reason we're here. Eislo isn't just a crooked businessman. He's dangerous. I believe he is responsible for the attack outside the Jedi Temple when I first got to Coruscant, and the full-on assault on the Temple later, and I'm sure he was behind the attempt on Padmé's life before the pre-trial hearing. I don't have solid proof yet, but I'm going to get it. That's the other half of this job—take him down for good, in front of everyone."
Padmé's face tightened, but she stayed quiet.
Jaden kept going. "The plan was straightforward. Velea and Scout were supposed to board during a diagnostic window, slip past the main security of the ship, and join us. But the Eternal Horizon's new gravimetric security system threw us off. It detects mass shifts making any kind of cloaking tech useless—by reading tiny gravitational changes. Add in an ionic pulse that scans for unregistered objects, and it would've caught their approach. They couldn't get through. They're back at our base in Coruscant's undercity, waiting for the next window. That's not until midweek."
He stopped pacing, crossed his arms, and looked around. "We've got three days to figure out how to bypass the gravimetric sensors and ionic pulse without setting off an alarm. If we pull it off, Velea and Scout get onboard. Then we finish the job."
Anakin leaned forward from where he'd been resting against a console. "What's the setup on this security system?"
Jaden walked to a table and flicked on a holo-emitter. A blue projection of the ship's systems appeared, showing security nodes, diagnostic stations, and patrol routes. "This isn't standard Republic gear," he said. "Eislo hired private contractors. The gravimetric sensors are tied to a central diagnostic core that runs constant checks. If anything's off—a power spike, an unauthorized entry, or even a ship's mass disturbing the field—it triggers a lockdown. Blast doors slam shut, air vents purge, external hatches magnetize, and the ship's defense grid starts targeting anything outside."
He zoomed in on a glowing central node. "This core controls everything. It updates security across all decks, scanning for trouble every minute. If one sensor pings something weird, the whole ship clamps down. And it's linked to the external turbolasers. Mess up, and they're space dust."
Anakin crossed his arms, studying the holo-map. "That's no ordinary security system. That's a military-grade defense grid crammed into a luxury cruiser. Who puts that on a party ship?"
"Someone hiding something," Jaden said.
Anakin nodded, thinking. "It's going to have backups on backups. Even if we cut power, it'll probably switch to secondary circuits."
"Right," Jaden said. "We need a way to disable it without tripping any alarms."
Everyone went quiet, the scale of the problem sinking in.
"Let's break it down," Anakin said. "How do we open a gap in the system just long enough for Velea and Scout to get through?"
Jaden started pacing again, pulling the holo-map apart, highlighting power lines and control nodes. They spent the next hour tossing out ideas. Anakin suggested overloading a power relay in the external diagnostics to create a blind spot, but Jaden said the gravimetric sensors would catch the fluctuation and lock everything down. Zule proposed slicing into a secondary control panel to spoof the ionic pulse, but the core's encryption would flag the hack in seconds. Aubrie asked if they could feed the system false data to make it think everything was normal, but Jaden explained the core ran full scans every sixty seconds, too fast to fool.
Every idea hit a wall.
Finally, Jaden activated a secure comm line to Velea and Scout. Their faces popped up on the holo-display, the signal fuzzy but clear enough, showing them in a cluttered undercity base, surrounded by tools, holo-screens, and half-empty caf cups.
"We're still stuck," Velea said, her voice tense. "The gravimetric sensors will spot our ship's mass the second we get close and it's constant no gaps. The ionic pulse however is sweeping every ten minutes now, and patrol droids are on tighter routes. We've got a six-minute gap between sweeps, max."
Anakin leaned in. "We're trying to find a way to open a window for you. Got any ideas?"
Scout, spinning a spanner in her hand, spoke up. "There's a secondary diagnostic node on the outer hull. If we can send a fake signal through it, the system might think it's running a routine check. That could give us a short opening before it notices something's off."
Jaden adjusted the holo-map, zooming in on the node. "Can you do it without spiking the power?"
"Not directly," Scout said. "But I can mimic a maintenance pulse through the external lines. It'll look like a calibration signal. The system should buy it for a bit before it runs a full scan."
"How long?" Anakin asked.
Scout paused. "Twenty seconds. That's it."
Anakin shook his head. "Not enough time to dock a ship and board."
The room went silent, the challenge feeling bigger than ever. Then Aubrie, who'd been quiet near the back, spoke up. "Why do Velea and Scout need the ship at all?"
Her question hung there, and Jaden's eyes lit up. "She's right," he said, stepping back from the holo-emitter. "They don't."
He turned to the group, talking faster, his mind piecing it together. "They don't dock. They don't waste time landing. We trigger the fake signal, open an external hatch, and Velea and Scout jump. The ship's artificial gravity will catch them, slow them down, and pull them into the docking corridor. No ship, no mass for the gravimetric sensors to detect."
Anakin grinned, his first real smile of the night. "That's nuts, but it could work."
Padmé crossed her arms, not convinced. "That sounds risky, Jaden. You're talking about them leaping into space and hoping the gravity field catches them."
Jaden nodded. "It's not perfect, but it fits the twenty-second window. If they stay outside longer, the ionic pulse or sensors will spot them. This gets them in before the system resets, plus it's not space it's only the stratosphere."
Anakin studied the holo-map again. "If they time the jump right, the gravity will ease the fall. Worst case, they hit the corridor wall a bit hard, but it beats getting blasted by turbolasers."
Padmé sighed, giving a small nod. "If this is the only way, fine. But be careful."
"We'll make sure of it," Jaden said. "The next diagnostic window is in three days. That's when Velea and Scout make the jump. Until then, we prep—timing, positioning, backup plans. This has to be perfect."
Velea's voice came through the comm. "We'll work on the signal from here. Scout's tweaking the pulse generator now. If we can stretch that window to twenty-five seconds, we will."
Scout chimed in. "Yeah, and I'm not thrilled about jumping into a ship's gravity field, but I'd rather that than sit in this base another week."
Jaden cracked a small smile. "Good. Keep us posted."
The call ended, and the group dove into planning. They listed supplies—magnetic boots, breath masks, slicing tools—and mapped escape routes if things went south. Padmé and Sabe offered to scout the ship for security patterns, while Anakin and Zule focused on the docking corridor's layout as well as slicing open a hatch without the main system knowing.
Jaden felt a little better that they had a plan. In three days, Velea and Scout would either pull it off or crash hard. There was no in-between.
Back at the undercity base, Velea and Scout hunched over a workbench littered with circuits and holo-screens. The air smelled of burnt wiring and old caf, the room a mess of tools and half-finished gear. Velea tapped at a terminal, her eyes scanning code, while Scout fiddled with a small pulse generator, her stealth suit unzipped to her waist.
"This gravimetric security is a nightmare," Velea said, rubbing her temple. "It's reading micro-shifts in the ship's gravity itseld. Our cloaked ship's mass sets it off every time. And that ionic pulse? It's scanning for anything that doesn't belong—ships, droids, even debris. While it's rather simplistic it is impressive in its application."
Scout set the generator down, frowning. "So we're stuck here while Jaden and Zule play waiter? Ughhh we need to get up there."
Velea leaned back, thinking. "We could try masking the ship's mass with a gravitic dampener, but building one that works against this system would take weeks. Or we could disrupt the ionic pulse with a low-frequency jam, but that risks tripping the alarms if the core notices."
Scout pointed at a holo-screen showing the ship's outer hull. "What about that diagnostic node? If we hit it with a fake signal, could we sneak through a maintenance hatch instead of the main port?"
Velea shook her head. "Hatches are covered by the same sensors. The gravimetric net doesn't miss anything bigger than a mynock. But Jaden's jump idea... that might be our only shot. No ship, no mass, just us. We'd need perfect timing, though."
Scout grinned, picking up the generator again. "Then let's make those twenty seconds count. I'm not missing this party."
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After talking about the plan for hours and after everyone knowing their roles thing finally began to wind down. Padmé, Anakin, and Sabe had gone to their rooms. Jaden, Zule, and Aubrie, however, gathered in Aubrie's suite, a cozy space with a plush bed, dim lighting, and a viewport framing Coruscant's twinkling skyline below. They had spent hours talking, Jaden recounting his months in the undercity, what he did after the temple attack and when he'd met up woth both Velea and Zule.
Eventually though the day began to wear on them and Zule stood from the couch, her posture rigid, her face etched with a tired expression. "I am finished for the night," she said, with a small yawn. "We have a long few days we should get as much sleep as we can."
Aubrie, sitting cross-legged on the floor, her emerald gala dress replaced by a loose tunic and pants, looked up with a sweet smile. "You can stay here, Zule," she said, her voice gentle and earnest. "There's plenty of room, and the bed's really comfortable."
Zule's lips twitched, but her tone remained firm. "No. This place is far too soft. I prefer a hard bunk over all this... luxury." She fixed Jaden with a piercing stare. "Jaden, I need a word."
He followed her to the corner of the room, away from Aubrie, who busied herself stacking datapads, her movements delicate and precise. Zule crossed her arms, her eyes drilling into him. "You and Aubrie have feelings for each other. It's clear to anyone with eyes, even ones that aren't experienced in such matters. Do not worry about what Velea or I think—we are fine with it. But you must tell her about us before you pursue anything serious. Be honest, Jaden. She deserves nothing less." Her voice carried a strict edge, but a trace of softness lingered, as she trusted him to make the right choice.
Jaden nodded, his throat tight. "I will, Zule. I promise."
Her expression softened further, and she placed a hand on his shoulder. "Good night, Jaden. Do not ruin this." He pulled her into a brief hug, her arms tightening around him for a moment before she stepped back. She gave him a final nod and left, the door hissing shut behind her.
Jaden turned back to Aubrie, who sat on the couch, her knees tucked up, her green eyes watching him with a nervous expression. He sat beside her, the cushions sinking under his weight, and noticed her hands fidgeting, twisting the hem of her tunic. "You okay?" he asked gently.
Aubrie scooted closer, her smile faltering, her voice soft as a whisper. "I don't want you to go. I know im being foolish but I'm scared something will happen to you again, that should I lose sight of you that you'll be taken away again. I can't bear the thought of losing you." Her cheeks flushed, and she looked down.
Jaden smiled, his heart warming at her sincerity. "Nothing's going to happen to me, Aubrie. I'm not leaving you. But if it makes you feel better, I can stay here tonight. If you want."
"Yes," she said a little too quickly, her face turning pinker. She giggled, a soft, embarrassed sound, and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "I mean, that would be really nice."
Aubrie slid closer, her hand brushing his leg, her touch light but deliberate. She leaned in, her breath warm against his cheek, her lips hovering near his, trying to initiate another kiss. Jaden's pulse raced, but he pulled back gently, his hand resting on her shoulder. Her face fell, a flicker of hurt in her big green eyes.
"We need to talk first," he said. He paused, meeting her gaze, those wide, trusting eyes staring back. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I'm with Zule and Velea. They both know, and they're happy with it... I have strong feelings for you too, Aubrie, but I can't do anything without telling you the truth."
Aubrie bit her lip, her expression soft, her eyes steady despite the surprise. She spoke quietly. "All I want is for you to be happy, Jaden. After everything you did—saving us on Jabiim, saving the whole planet, risking your life for us—you deserve that more than anyone. If Zule and Velea make you happy, I'm with you. I just want to be part of your life, in any way I can. I feel much for you, and I want to see where that takes us, but above everything, I'm here for you."
Jaden watched her, her words hitting him like a blaster bolt. The moment she finished, he leaned in, kissing her deeply, his hands cupping her face. She kissed him back, her lips eager, her slender body pressing closer. The kiss ignited into a blaze of desire, their breaths intertwining as their hands roamed with urgent need. Jaden gently lifted her tunic over her head, revealing her delicate frame—small, firm breasts crowned with pink nipples that hardened under his gaze, a smooth, flat stomach, and a faint patch of dark fuzz nestled between her slender thighs, her pale skin shimmering in the dim light. Aubrie's fingers trembled as she tugged off his jacket, her hands exploring the hard planes of his chest, peeling away his shirt to expose his taut muscles, her touch sending electric jolts through his body.
She whispered, her voice quivering with arousal as he kissed her cheek, trailing slow, sensual kisses down the soft curve of her neck, his lips lingering on her delicate collarbone. "It feels so strange... so wonderful," she murmured, her breath hitching as he grazed her skin with his teeth her body arching toward him with every touch.
They moved toward the bed, Jaden guiding her down with care, his body hovering over hers, drinking in the sight of her. Her slender legs parted invitingly, her small breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath, her pink nipples taut, her green eyes locked on his, blazing with raw desire. His heart thundered in his chest, his body consumed by an overwhelming hunger for her, each touch intensifying the fire coursing through him, making it nearly impossible to hold back. He kissed her again, his tongue exploring her mouth, Aubrie's fingers traced the contours of his back, her nails grazing his skin with a teasing lightness, and she wrapped her long, slender legs around his hips, pulling him closer. His cock, thick and pulsing with desire, brushed against her vagina, already slick with her arousal, eliciting a soft, adorable "Ohh!" from her lips, her voice trembling with delight.
Jaden's breath caught at the exquisite sensation, his body screaming to plunge deeper, but he summoned the strength to pull back, his voice rough with restraint. "We can stop, Aubrie, before this goes too far."
She lay beneath him, her chest heaving, her face flushed with a radiant pink glow that made her look ethereal, her small breasts quivering with each breath, her pussy glistening with wetness, her slender thighs trembling with anticipation. "Everything I am belongs to you," she whispered, her voice shaky but resolute, her eyes burning with devotion.
Jaden leaned down, capturing her lips in a fierce, hungry kiss, his hands roaming her body, caressing the soft curves of her hips and the delicate swell of her breasts. He reached between them, his fingers fumbling to guide his cock, the swollen head slipping against her drenched folds, teasing her entrance. Aubrie's hand found him, her slender fingers wrapping around his shaft—thick, veiny, and throbbing with heat, the pulsing weight in her grip making her gasp with awe. She guided it to her pussy, pressing it against her tight, slick opening, and Jaden pushed forward slowly, savoring the moment. The head stretched her, parting her lips with a delicious resistance, and they both moaned in unison, a sweet "Mmm!" escaping Aubrie as her tight walls clenched around him, her warmth enveloping him like a velvet glove. Her pussy was so tight, the pressure almost unbearable, each inch he sank deeper sending waves of pleasure through his body, her hips rising to meet him in a slow, sensual rhythm.
"Oh, it's so much," she whimpered, her body trembling as he filled her completely, her pussy stretching to accommodate his girth. "It feels so good... so full." Her moans were soft, punctuated by cute "Ahh!" and "Ohh!" sounds, her inexperience making every thrust a revelation of pleasure, her slender frame quaking beneath him. Jaden's cock throbbed inside her, the tightness driving him to the edge, but he kept his movements slow and gentle, his lips trailing kisses along her neck, her collarbone, and the soft mounds of her breasts, sucking gently on her pink nipples.
Padmé stood frozen at the adjoining door between their suites, her hand gripping the handle. She had come to say goodnight, but found them already entangled, their clothes strewn across the floor like discarded armor. Her breath hitched, her eyes unable to tear away from the scene—Jaden's muscled back flexing with each movement, Aubrie's slender body writhing beneath him, her small breasts bouncing with each thrust. A searing heat bloomed between Padmé's thighs, her body responding with an aching need as she watched, captivated by Jaden's raw intensity. She knew she should leave, but her feet refused to move, her heart pounding as she fought the urge to step closer.
Jaden thrust deeper, his cock sliding in and out of Aubrie's tight, dripping pussy, her wetness coating him, making each stroke slick and smooth. She dug her nails into his back, her moans growing louder, a sweet "Ohhh!" echoing as he moved faster, the bed creaking rhythmically. Her small breasts jiggled with each thrust, her nipples hard and sensitive, her face glowing with ecstasy. "Something's happening... it's so intense," she gasped, her long legs wrapping tighter around him, her heels digging into his back, urging him deeper. Jaden felt the pressure building, his cock pulsing with urgency, his body teetering on the edge despite the brief time. Aubrie's moans turned frantic, her "Ahh! Ahh!" filling the room as her pussy clenched, her first orgasm crashing through her like a tidal wave, her body shuddering with a high-pitched "Ohhh!"
Jaden groaned, his own climax surging, his cock throbbing as he spilled inside her, the sensation overwhelming, her tight pussy milking every drop. They trembled together, her cute "Oh... wow!" blending with his low moan. He collapsed on top of her, their sweaty bodies pressed together, then rolled to the side, panting heavily. Aubrie lay there, breathless, her slender body glowing with a post-orgasmic flush, her small breasts heaving, her pussy still slick and flushed from their union. "That was... incredible," she said, her voice airy and awestruck. She climbed back on top of him, straddling his hips, her lithe frame winding him. "I want to do it again."
Jaden laughed, catching his breath. "Give the poor guy a niniute."
She giggled, collapsing onto his chest, her warm skin pressed against his. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, her slender frame fitting perfectly against him. "It's hard to believe a year ago I thought you were just some strange Jedi showing up to join the war effort on Jabiim," she said. "I never imagined you'd become the most important person in my life."
Jaden smiled, rubbing her back gently. "Even with all the hardships ive been through, I'm glad it led here. And when this gala's done and the ship's ready, will you come with us?"
Aubrie looked up, her green eyes shining with devotion. "Yes."
He grinned. "I haven't even said where we're going."
"You'll never need to," she said, resting her head against his chest.
(AN: I think this is a good place to end, for now you guys have waited long enough. I hope you liked the lemon, I mean it was always going to be Aubrie she had been with our boy since the beginning. Anyway I'm gonna continue this for the next few days and get the Gala done. Hope you enjoyed it).