Virginity story: Gray Jedi – by auguy86. After Anakin’s fall, two young Jedi escape into hiding. Greetings, readers! I had so much fun writing my recent Star Wars story, “Of Scavengers and Smugglers,” that I decided to start up another.

Genres: Fiction, Fan fiction, Non-Erotic, Romance, Violence

Virginity story: Gray Jedi – Chapter 1A

by auguy86

This one I plan to be a longer-running series. Just how long, I’m not certain yet. At least as long as ideas keep flowing, I suppose. Anyway, this story starts with the immediate aftermath of Anakin Skywalker’s betrayal in Episode III before exploring the Age of the Empire. It does contain erotic scenes, but is rather slow to get to them. Plot and action sequences will take precedent in this story. For example, the first sex scene does not appear until chapter two. If that is not your cup of tea for a Star Wars fan fiction story, my feelings will not be hurt. All the same, I do hope you take the time to read and find my story enjoyable! -auguy86

Gray Jedi Ch. 1

“He seriously did that?!”

“Saw it with my own eyes, Malik! I swear!”

“Serra, come on. I know Yoda always says ‘do or do not, there is no try,’ but this seems to be firmly in the ‘do not’ category.”

“Hey, check the security holograms if you don’t believe me. It’s all there.”

“Wow… Anakin Skywalker actually landed the Invisible Hand and saved Chancellor Palpatine in the process. I always knew he was a great pilot, but that’s beyond anything I’ve ever heard of! Unbelievable!”

“Believe it,” came a voice from behind the pair.

“Master Windu! Good to see you!” Malik Ran said as the Jedi Master approached.

“You as well, Malik. Serra Keto, always a pleasure.”

“Likewise, Master Windu.”

“Malik how was your reconnaissance mission? Any luck?”

“A few leads,” the young Jedi replied. “Several sources indicated that the Separatists have their eyes on setting up camp on Utapau, that is if they aren’t there already.”

“These sources reliable?” Windu inquired.

“Bothan intelligence.”

Nodding, Windu replied, “That’s reliable alright. During the rescue mission yesterday, General Grievous escaped and went on the run. If what you’ve found is true, he may well be on his way to Utapau as we speak.”

“Then we’d better get someone after him right away!” Serra interjected. “We apprehend him, we end the war.”

“I’m just on my way to the Jedi Council Chambers to discuss the matter. Rest assured, ending this war is our highest priority. The sooner we can restore our Republic to its intended democratic protocols, the better,” Windu reassured her.

“Thank you, Master. Let me know if you need my presence before the Council,” Malik said.

“I will, but I doubt that will be necessary. Master Ki-Adi-Mundi was working with you, and is actively tracking Grievous as we speak, so his information should be enough for us to act. I’ll see you later, then.”

“Take care, Master Windu,” Serra said.

As Windu took his leave, the two young Jedi strolled through the corridors of the temple together. They said nothing, only enjoying each other’s company. Soon, Serra broke the silence.

“I’m glad you’re back… I missed you.”

“Me too,” Malik replied. “I’ll be glad when this war is over. No more cloak-and-dagger secret missions, back to being guardians of peace rather than generals…”

“And back to the High Council being as inflexible as ever…”

“Yeah,” Malik sighed.

As they turned a corner, she casually brushed her hand against his, feeling the warm touch of his skin.

“Woah, not here,” he said, pulling away. “Someone could see.”

“I know but… I’m tired of pretending this isn’t real,” Serra said. “Malik, what we have is stronger than any normal friendship. Remember how close the Council was to kicking me out of the order, saying I was a loose cannon? All that changed when we met. You’ve been the best influence I could’ve ever asked for, even better than Master Drallig.”

“Be that as it may, the Council would kick us both out if they discovered this. You don’t deserve that, not with as far as you’ve come.”

“Do you really think we’re the first Jedi to have faced this dilemma?” she asked, cocking her eyebrow.

Sighing, he replied, “No… we definitely are not. Not if the rumors about Qui-Gon Jinn are to be believed, anyway.”

“And there are others too, supposedly. Who, I can’t say. But the fact remains that this is nothing new, Malik. We should at least consider every option, don’t you agree?”

Thinking for a moment, Malik said, “How ‘bout we wait at least until the end of the war. With any luck, Grievous will have been brought down by the end of the week. Once things quiet down, we’ll have a better idea of what to do. Agreed?”

Realizing he was right, she nodded. “Agreed.”

The pair said their goodbyes and Serra departed towards the lightsaber training area. She was to help her former Master, Cin Drallig, with his lessons that afternoon. As she left, Malik caught himself once again admiring her form. Serra Keto was not only beautiful, but also strong and intelligent. Her hair was a gorgeous shade of raven, and she always kept it tied back in a pair of loose pigtails. Her body was fit and athletic, yet also possessed ample curves to go along with those muscles. Her porcelain skin stood in beautiful contrast to her dark hair, and her legs were long and powerful. At twenty-two years, she was as strong as she had ever been, and would only continue growing over the next several years. She was the perfect combination of warrior and woman, and at three years younger than him, no less! Shaking his head, Malik pushed those thoughts from his mind; he had to remain disciplined, after all. As he continued down the hallway, he spotted a friend coming towards him.

“Anakin! Congratulations!”

Skywalker looked up, appearing startled and a bit apprehensive. “Malik? Wha…?”

“Congrats! Successful rescue operation, landing the Invisible Hand in the middle of Coruscant’s financial district, people are saying you’re a real-life hero!” Malik said, shaking his hand.

“Oh! Well, thank you, but I can’t take full credit,” Anakin replied. “The entire mission was Obi-Wan’s idea, after all.”

“True, but as he would say, ‘Ideas are good and useful, but executing them is an entirely different matter.’ I’d say you executed to perfection.”

“That’s true, I suppose.”

The pair moved to a nearby window, gazing out on the bustling metropolis of Coruscant. Every citizen seemed to move with a hurried apprehension, which was understandable. After all, the Clone Wars had just affected them in the most personal way possible less than twenty-four hours before. Their fear and uncertainty made perfect sense.

“Do you… do you ever wonder what will happen to the Order once the war ends?” Anakin asked.

“All the time,” Malik replied with a nod. “Seems you do too.”

“I do. I’ve traveled to so many war-torn worlds over the last few years. I’ve seen and done terrible things, all in the name of restoring peace. I see the galaxy changing forever with every passing moment. I wonder… how does that change affect us?”

“As Master Yoda loves to say, always in motion is the future. I guess all we can do is hold firm to our principles. We have to remain the rock for our Republic.”

Anakin gave him a questioning look. “Do you really believe in all of our principles?”

Returning Anakin’s gaze, Malik asked, “Anakin, what’s wrong? There’s… something different about you.”

Looking away, Anakin replied, “Nothing’s wrong. I’m just… I’m tired of fighting.”

“I agree, but I’ve seen that look in your eye in others, Anakin. That’s not the look of someone tired of fighting a war. It’s the look of a man tired of fighting an inner battle.”

“You know nothing of inner turmoil…”

“Try me,” Malik replied with a grin. “Don’t think I haven’t seen how frequently you visit the Senate Chambers.”

Anakin glared at him. “Don’t think I haven’t seen how friendly you and Serra Keto have become.”

“Fair enough. So who are you visiting so often at the Senate?” Malik chuckled.

“None of your business,” Anakin muttered, turning to leave.

“Anakin,” Malik said to him. “In spite of our disagreements with the Council, don’t forget how much good we have done and can still do. When it’s all said and done… the Republic needs us. We owe it to the Republic to work out our inner demons.”

Stopping for a moment, Anakin looked at the floor. “You are right, of course. Thank you for listening to my ramblings.”

“Not at all. Take care of yourself. I’m around if you need to ramble again.”

*****

A few days later, Malik Ran reported to Master Vokara Che, the chief Jedi Healer of the Order. She was a gruff old Twi’lek, yet highly accomplished in her field; most credited her for the Jedi Order having lost as few Jedi in the Clone Wars as they had. Malik himself was one of her best healers, though his methods were quite unorthodox as compared to others. While most healers relied on an intense connection to the living force, Malik used his vast anatomical knowledge to heal specific body parts through the Force. This allowed him to inspect them for damage on a far more intimate level than most could ever dream of. While some in the Order called this unnatural and against the balance of the Force, Malik had proved his worth time and time again by saving injured soldiers who would normally be beyond saving.

“Master Che,” Malik said, stepping into her office.

“Ah, Malik, there you are. What can I do for you?”

“I understand that Master Obi-Wan Kenobi has been given the assignment of apprehending General Grievous. He’s hiding out on Utapau, yes?”

“That is correct.”

“I would like to accompany his battalion as their medic.”

Shaking her head, Che replied, “I cannot in good conscience allow that, Malik. I admire your dedication, but you have served five consecutive tours of active duty already. You need to rest, lest you push yourself too hard.”

“Master Che, this is the most crucial mission of the entire war! If Kenobi is successful, then the Separatists lose! Not to mention how many Jedi Grievous has already slain. They need me!”

“I have already assigned their medic, and their ship has long since departed. By now, they are already on Utapau. I’m sorry, Malik, but this matter is closed. Go home, rest, recover. You have served with honor and distinction, and will need your strength to continue to do so.”