Gray Jedi – Chapter 3B

Virginity story: Gray Jedi – Chapter 3B

by auguy86

“Good morning, my name is Nira. Her Highness, Queen Organa, has asked me to outfit you with new sets of clothes for your journey. I will need to take your sizes down, and get some information of your personal style preferences.”

“Of course! Please come in,” Serra replied with a smile.

“Splendid. This should take only about ten minutes for each of you. Whom shall we start with?”

“Why don’t you go first, Serra? I’ll get cleaned up and shave in the meantime,” Malik said.

“Sounds good to me.”

While Malik entered the bathroom area for his shower, Serra stepped into the bedroom momentarily to slip on her pants and shirt. This would make it easier for Nira to do her work, she reasoned. Nira spent the next several minutes taking Serra’s measurements. Serra was a bit uncomfortable as the girl measured her inseam and bust, but reminded herself that she was just doing her job. Nira even went so far as taking Serra’s shoe measurement.

“Nira, is there somewhere I can get a haircut?” Serra asked as she worked.

“Of course, milady. Just one level down is the salon and barbershop, in the main shopping area.”

“Awesome. I’ll go there next…”

“Shall I tell your husband where you’ve gone?” Nira asked in a casual tone.

“Oh, um, no need. He’s not my husband,” Serra replied, a bit flustered.

“Oh! My apologies, milady, I was out of line to make such an assumption.”

“No apology needed. To be honest… I kind of like the sound of that. Malik Ran, my husband…”

“Well, if I may say so, you’re quite a lucky girl to have him; I am rather envious of you.”

“Aww… thank you, Nira. Anyway, if you could not tell him where I’ve gone. I think I’d like to surprise him with my new haircut.”

With Nira now finished with her measurements, Serra took a few minutes to peruse the style selections for her new clothes. She soon decided on an outfit that would be both flexible and inconspicuous. At Serra’s suggestion, Nira also said she could craft a place within the clothes for Serra to hide her lightsabers, keeping them close by yet hidden from view. Serra then exited into the hallway, heading towards the shopping area downstairs. Soon, Malik entered from the bathroom, dressed in the tunic and pants from his Jedi robes. His handsome face was now smooth and clean-shaven.

“Um, where’s Serra?” he asked.

“Not to worry, your friend stepped out for a little bit, but said she’d be back in an hour or so. Shall we get started, sir?”

Nira gave Malik the same instructions she had given Serra and began to take his measurements. Though she could tell the two of them were attached, she couldn’t help but enjoy inspecting his form. His arms and legs, though not bulging with muscles, were quite well toned, as was his strong chest. Nira would be lying if she said she wasn’t attracted to the handsome young Jedi, merely by his appearance alone, though she worked to remain professional. But as she took the last of his measurements, Nira began to feel a bit lightheaded from their conversations. This Jedi was so handsome, so kind. He had devoted his life to healing, one of the noblest professions in the galaxy, at least in the eyes of an Alderaanean. She stood face-to-face with him, withdrawing her tape measurer from his arms. Without even realizing what she was doing, she leaned her face closer to Malik’s, inching closer to his lips.

“Woah, what are you doing?” Malik asked, recoiling back.

Gasping as she realized what she had done, Nira stammered, “I… I-I’m so sorry, sir. I don’t know w-what came over me, I just… oh, please don’t think me for a whore! I truly didn’t intend to, honest!”

“Shh, it’s ok, I believe you,” Malik tried to reassure her.

“I shouldn’t have even been thinking that way. It was clear from the way Serra spoke of you that she loves you…”

“Nira, this entire situation is a whirlwind for everyone involved, yourself included.”

“It is?”

“Of course! The galaxy has changed drastically in the last few days. Here you are, a simple tailor on Alderaan, and suddenly you encounter a pair of Jedi on the run from the Empire! What you’re feeling is natural, but make no mistake, it is not love. It’s mere infatuation, brought on by the fantastic scenario playing out before your eyes. Trust me, these feelings are something that even we Jedi struggle with.”

“I suppose…”

“And I don’t feel any need to tell your superiors of this, just as long as you promise not to do it to anyone else in the future. Deal?”

“Deal,” Nira replied after a moment’s thought.

“Now, I will need to tell Serra. She and I have no secrets from each other, especially about our relationship,” Malik said in a serious tone.

“I understand. And… I will gladly face any wrath that she feels is appropriate for me.”

Malik laughed. “Wrath? Please. Serra may be a warrior, but she’s far from unreasonable. She will be unhappy, I would guess, but I doubt it will go beyond that. Nothing happened, after all.”

“If you say so, sir.”

Malik then took the same handheld screen Serra had used before to select her clothing styles. He soon found just what he was looking for, and noted his selections for Nira. At her suggestion, he also agreed for a secret compartment of some sort within the clothes for his lightsaber, just as Serra had requested. Now finished with her labors, Nira bade him goodbye and departed the room.

As she closed the door behind her, Malik slumped down on the sofa, his head in his hands. In spite of the way things had turned out, he still began to feel great shame. For a brief moment, as Nira had leaned in to kiss him, he had almost returned in kind to her. She was, admittedly, quite pretty. Still, she was nothing compared to Serra. Serra Keto truly was Malik’s dream girl. Strong, kind, and intelligent, she was everything he could ever want. No, pretty as Nira may be, he could never betray Serra’s trust. Yet, he almost had…

Young Jedi… conflicted, I sense you to be.

Malik sat up, startled at the ethereal voice he now heard. He looked around the room and even reached out with the Force, but found no intruders.

Confide in me, you should. What unrest troubles you?

“No… Master Yoda?”

Indeed.

“But how?”

Time for that, there will be later. Speak with me, Malik.

Swallowing hard, Malik said, “Master… Serra Keto and I… we have fallen in love with each other. I know this is against the teachings of the Council, but I do believe our relationship to be a healthy one. I’m a positive influence on her, as she is on me. We believe this is the will of the Force, Master.”

Hmm… alone in these feelings, you are not. Many Jedi struggled their entire lives they have with such feelings. Resolute, I can tell you to be. Change your mind I could not if I tried. Yet… doubt I still sense within you.

“It… it is because of the events of a few moments ago, Master. Another woman had become attracted to me and attempted to kiss me. I resisted, but… I almost didn’t. I feel ashamed of myself, Master Yoda.”

Plan do you to tell Serra of this?

“Yes, the next moment I see her!”

Then feel ashamed you should not. To resist temptation is the life of a Jedi Knight, Malik. Though given in to one form of temptation you have, resist a darker form of temptation you managed. If, after committing yourself to Serra, you allowed another woman to come between that bond… stray towards the Dark Side, I fear you would. Be at ease, Malik. Shame you must not feel.

“Thank you, Master.” Sitting in silence for a moment, he asked, “I suppose you will be expelling Serra and me from the Order, then?”

Heh. What Order do you speak of? Fallen the Jedi Order has.

“All because of Skywalker…”

No. Skywalker’s fall, tragic it was. But the reason for our downfall it was not. Consumed we were by our own fear and arrogance. So eager were we to fight in the Clone Wars that blind we became to the rise of the Sith. No… blame nobody but ourselves, we can. Myself most of all.

“That may be, Master, but I still believe we can do some good in this galaxy. With the rise of the Empire, we are needed now more than ever.”

Ahh… such optimism. One of your greatest qualities, it is. Understand I can how Serra would fall so deeply in love with you.

“So… you aren’t angry with us?”

Angry? No, Malik, never angry. But concerned I do remain. See your relationship with my own eyes, I must. If believe you do that this is the will of the Force, seek me out. Come to Dagobah. There you may put to rest all your fears and doubts.

“We will. And Master… I’m so happy to know that you survived.”

Pleased I am as well at your survival. Needed, you and Serra will be in this new galaxy of ours. May the Force be with you…

As Yoda’s voice faded from the room, Malik heard a knock at the door. Thinking it might be Bail or one of his assistants, he rose and strolled over. As he opened the door, he was struck speechless at the sight before him.

“Hello, Malik.”

It was Serra! He knew that from her clothes and face, but her hair had been cut short into a pixie style. Its dark black color still complemented her porcelain skin, but the short locks now framed her face in a compact, playful way. She retained the slight waviness of her longer hair, with the strands reaching down to her jawline having a tiny bit of twist to them. This resulted in a look that was still stunningly beautiful, yet also appeared like a bit of a wild child.

“Well, whadaya think?” she asked, showing the back with a playful twirl.

“I… I-I love it!” Malik stammered. “Wow, you look fantastic!”

“Thank you,” Serra blushed, turning bright red. “I was afraid I went too short, but the stylist downstairs was just masterful. You, by the way, don’t look so bad yourself,” she murmured, running her hands up Malik’s now clean-shaven face and neck.

“Thanks,” he smiled, accepting a kiss from her. Taking a deep breath, he continued, “So listen, a couple of things happened while you were out, one good and one not so good.”

“Ok?” Serra asked with a quizzical look. “What was the not so good?”

“Nira… tried to kiss me as she took my measurements.”

Serra stood in silence for a moment, backing up a step or two. “I see,” she said quietly at last. “I take it when you say ‘tried’ that she didn’t succeed?”