The Attack on the Senate:- A Star Wars Clone Wars USB Story

[Stormtrooper1990]

The galaxy is torn apart by war, the Galactic Republic with its army of clone troopers and the jedi knights and the Confederacy of Independent Systems led by Count Dooku are locked in a deadly embrace. In a move to further destabilise and sow terror, Dooku has dispatched his ruthless apprentice and assassin Asajj Ventress on a mission to strike at the very heart of the Republic's government; the Galactic Senate. Accompanied by two prototype assassin droids, Ventress has hired old friend and bounty hunter Aurra Sing to join her on Coruscant to aid her in her task…



Metropolis Sunrise Hotel, Room 106, Political District, Coruscant, 20:22pm


As the rain thundered on the glass of her rented apartment, Asajj Ventress took a deep breath glancing over the planet wide metropolis that was Coruscant, its twinkling high tech monoliths piercing the clouds like the bleached ribs of a decaying skeleton. She was reminded of her homeworld of Dathomir, and how much she missed the companionship of her fellow nightsisters. She smiled grimly, for all its splendour Coruscant was a decaying corpse wearing fine silks; pretty on the outside but corrupt and festering on the inside. Asajj wasn't impressed and longed to return to her fog bound homeworld, where things were more primal and simple. Taking a deep breath, using the meditative techniques taught to her by her master Count Dooku, Ventress felt the reassuring weight of her dual curved lightsabers looped to her belt eager to use them in battle.


Ventress caught her reflection in the mirror, liking what she saw, her pale aquiline features accentuated by her blue facial tattoos that flowed from her piercing blue almond shaped eyes and narrow mouth. Her bald head was hidden by the black cowl she wore. Nearby, the two prototype Mark II assassin droids stood flanking the entrance to her apartment. Usually Ventress had nothing polite to say when it came to droids, the battle droids utilised in the CIS were shockingly incompetent and easy prey for the jedi, but these ones had a cool menace all their own. They had feminine looks and programming, bland faces coloured a shimmering silver and completely naked, with slender athletic figures and hair pieces set to solid masses that curved around their slender faces. Ventress had been told that these droids could mimic the appearance of the females of any race, by killing their subjects and sampling their DNA through an onboard data probe in their forearms. Their mimetic polyalloy could replicate flesh and hair but nothing artificial, so they still had to steal the clothing from their victims. The sound of the door opening with a hiss of escaping hair, drew Ventress’ and the droid's attention.


Silhouetted against the well lit door, two female figures walked into the room. One was the unmistakable tall profile of Aurra Sing; At over six feet tall, not counting her long red top knot that erupted from her white alabaster head, along with the antennae of the computer she had implanted into her brain which was the secret behind her legendary skills of marksmanship. She was a strikingly beautiful woman with slightly squared features and blazing amber eyes, her lithe figure hugged by a red leather bodysuit. The other was a smaller but lean, athletic woman wearing the iconic armour of the Mandalorians, but coloured a deep bloody crimson. Ventress noted the patch of the deathwatch on the shoulder cape draped over her right arm. Smiling, the nightsister turned to Aurra.


“Aurra, my old friend. How long has it been? A year perhaps?” She said, shaking the woman's hand, feeling her unnaturally long white fingers coiling around her hand. The bounty hunter grinned. “Indeed, since that ambush on Christhophis when you lead Kenobi and Skywalker into that trap. I provided cover for your escape, and sniped plenty of those bucket heads.” Ventress sighed, the memory still grating at her. “Those two have a knack for escaping but one day I will get my reckoning and they will not escape.” Aurra withdrew her hand. “Yes, I have had my own run-ins with those damned jedi. In particular that annoying little Togrutan. What's her name?” Ventress rolled her eyes. “Ahsoka Tano, Skywalker's annoyingly skilled but brash little apprentice. How I would like to choke the life from her!” She clenched her first in anger before retaining control of her rage. “Still, good of you to come.” Aurra laughed. “And turn away an opportunity to work with a nightsister again? Not a chance.” Ventress then turned to the Mandalorian woman. “Who is your friend, Aurra? And most importantly is she skilled?”



Aurra nodded, turning to the armoured woman. “Asajj Ventress. This is Ianthe Draco, of the Death Watch.” The warrior removed her helmet to reveal an attractive young human woman, with shoulder length platinum blonde hair, a slender face and deep violet coloured eyes. “Well met, Ianthe of the Death Watch.” Ventress nodded respectfully. “You seem a little…unseasoned for our type of business.” If the Mandalorian gave any sign of insult then she masked it well, she quickly drew her plaster pistol, sending the droids on edge. “Worried about my qualifications? I can blast a helmet off a clone trooper from 100 yards away.” She arrogantly twirled her pistol on her finger before holstering it. “And I might not look like it but I can snap the neck of a gundark with my eyes closed. Take your bloody pick. Besides, Aurra can vouch for me.”



Ventress turned to the tall redheaded bounty hunter who nodded. “Ianthe and I have run a few jobs together, she's quite skilled I assure you.” Ventress raised her bare brows. “Have you ever fought a jedi before, warrior?” Ianthe shook her head. “I haven't had the pleasure yet but when I do they will fall before me. Lightsaber or no lightsaber.” Asajj couldn't help but chuckle at the woman's confidence, she was reminded of herself when she was a young padawan learner. “Well then. Shall we get down to business?” Taking out a small holo projector from her pocket, Ventress placed it on the table activating it. A large blue shimmering image of the senate building illuminated the women's faces. Ventress cleared her throat.


“Thanks to the floor plans we received from Cad Bane, we have a clear layout of the galactic senate building. And tomorrow morning around eleven there will be a fundraiser held to raise money for the war effort. Our goal is to infiltrate the event and cause as much chaos as possible before the Jedi arrive.” Aurra nodded in understanding. “Sounds like my type of gig, we'll need disguises to infiltrate, along with senate credentials.” Ventress smiled evilly. “I believe there are three young female aides to the representative of Corellia staying in this very hotel, one floor up. We can kill them and strip their bodies of their clothes and whatever else we may need.” Ianthe eyed the droids behind her suspiciously. “What about the clankers?” She said, jerking her thumb behind her shoulder at the idling droids. “ I don't like droids at the best of times.”


Pinching the bridge of her nose, Ventress sighed. “Those ‘clankers’ will be sent ahead of us disguised as diplomatic baggage and sent to the senator of the Commerce Guild’s office. He's an ally of my master. They will acquire identities of their own and meet us in the eastern conference hall to begin the attack. Any other questions?” Aurra crossed her arms under her small breasts. “How much will we be paid, Asajj?” Ianthe watched their exchange with interest, as Ventress responded. “My master gave me 2 million republic credits as mission funds. Help me with this and you can split it between you fifty-fifty.” Ianthe laughed, flashing her a wink. “And does your master approve of you outsourcing to two bounty hunters, killer?” Ventress was getting tired of the Mandalorian’s arrogance. “He doesn't care how I complete my task, only that I complete it to the letter.” She replied coldly and with no small amount of menace to the blonde woman who held up her arms.


“Take it easy killer. I just wanted to see if you're serious and you've answered my question. I'm in. Especially if we're bringing the Republic down a notch.” Aurra grinned, her smile reaching her blazing eyes. “I have no qualms about killing a few politicians, honestly I wouldn't even charge you if you hadn't the credits.” Asajj chuckled as she shut down the holoprojector. “Excellent! Might I suggest we rest here until morning? We'll need all our strength for tomorrow.” The two women agreed, taking seats in the living area and booting up the dejarik game in the centre. Walking over to the droids, Ventress took out a remote pressing it once sending the units into sleep mode.


Leaving the two bounty hunters to play their game, the nightsister retreated to the dark corner of the room overlooking the grand vista of Coruscant at night. Sitting down crossed legged, Ventress began her meditations floating two inches off the floor as she felt the dark side flow through her. Closing her eyes, she revelled in the anticipation of the hunt to come.


Apartment 203, 09:25am, The Next Morning


“Come on Janice! At this rate we'll be late for the representatives' meeting with Senator Orn Free Taa.” Cried Keira Sels as she left her room, pulling on the black pinstripe suit jacket she wore over her white blouse, with matching pencil skirt and pumps, the crest of Corellia pinned on the lapel. She was a pretty little thing of 23 years with long dark brown hair braided into a ponytail, heart shaped features and big blue doe-shaped eyes. Sighing as the redhead ignored her, Keira made her way into the kitchen.


“That girl spends more time doing herself up than actually filling out reports.” Keira said to her fellow aide Carla Varn, a beautiful tall girl of 24 with short ash blonde pixie cut hair, slightly squared features and big brown eyes who was busy preparing a breakfast of Jogon fruit, toast and blue milk. “Tell me about it, Keira. We both know she doesn't do any actual work and the representative only keeps her around as eye candy.” The blonde was dressed in a navy blue pantsuit, with black heels and white low cut tank top underneath. Keira sighed reaching for her blue milk, but before she could take it there was a knock at the front door. “Who could that be at this hour?” With Carla simply shrugging in response, the pretty brunette rose from her chair.



Walking over to the door, Keira peered through the peep hole to reveal three women, two pale and one strangely dressed in red Mandalorian plate. “What do you want…oh?” Keira sighed as the lead woman, a girl with piercing blue eyes and head covered by a long black robe waved her hand smirking. “You will open the door and let us in. We are old friends.” Keira nodded her mind suddenly blank, captivated by the mysterious but beautiful woman's eyes. “Yes I will open the door and you in. We are all old friends.” Pressed the door open button, Keira stood aside to let them through before turning her back to close it.


As soon as the door had closed, Keira Sels felt her throat suddenly constrict as she was lifted a foot off the floor, her feet dangling uselessly. “There's a good girl, now DIE!” Asajj Ventress hissed, clasping her outstretched hand. With the satisfying sound of snapping bone, Ventress crushed the life from Keira. Letting out a pained squeak of death, the young Corellian hung limply in the air like a macabre marionette. With an uncaring of her hand, Ventress let the young woman's cooling body drop where it was deftly caught by Ianthe, who lowered it to the ground.


Advancing into the apartment, Aurra drew a small aratech snub blaster, a weapon suited to silent close quarter kills. Coming into the kitchen found a young tall blonde woman eating her breakfast. “What the hell, Keira? What did we tell you about inviting your f-Oh by the force…” Carla froze seeing the compact blaster in Aurra’s hand. With a cruel grin, she pointed the blaster and with a finger twitch sent a bolt of blue light hurling into the woman's forehead, sending the surprised blonde flying off her seat with a gasp.



“What in the force is this racket girls! I’am trying to get ready!” Shouted Janice Nova, a pretty redhead who came from her room. She was a girl of 22 with freckled slender features, prominent cheekbones and big emerald eyes framed by her long ginger hair. Her lithe slim figure was covered only by a pink pastel camisole and matching panties. Her eyes quickly scanned the three intruders, the dead body of Carla in the kitchen and Keira being held by a Mandalorian woman. “No p-please don't kill me!” She pleaded with her friends' killers.


In one smooth motion, Ianthe dropped Keira’s dead weight bringing up her wrist launcher and aiming it squarely at the panicking girl's neck. Underneath her helmet she grinned. “Sorry red, it's nothing personal.” She quipped pressing a single button, sending a four pronged dart right into Janice's neck. Letting out a surprised yelp, the red head then slid down the wall dead before she knew anything about it. “A kamino saberdart, loaded with kouhon neurotoxin. The bitch was dead before she hit the ground.” She said smugly, taking off her helmet.



“Enough with the small talk, warrior. Let's get these girls stripped and quickly.” She glanced down at the dead brunette, moving her head with her foot. “This girl is easily my size. What about you Aurra?” Kneeling by the dead blonde her beauty marred by the cauterised hole in her forehead, Aurra rolled the corpse onto her back and caressed the lapel of her suit. “She's tall but not as tall as me, human women always give me trouble. But I can make it work.” Stepping over Janice's body, Ianthe sighed. “Looks like I call dibs on red’s gear. Pity, I was looking forward to stripping a corpse today.” Rolling her eyes at the bounty hunters gallows humour, Asajj first unclipped her lightsabers before disrobing.


09:55am


Now wearing nothing except a black loincloth and a strap for her breasts, Ventress first unfastened the dead woman's jacket, opening it out and slipping the garment off her shoulders one arm at a time before unbuttoning her blouse, revealing a hint of buoyant c-cup breasts enveloped by a white lace plunge bra. After slipping off Keira's pumps, Ventress rolled the brunette's corpse onto her side, unzipping the skirt at the side and whipping it down her long legs in one quick tug, exposing the matching white lace thong that protected her modesty and barely covered her pert peach shaped ass. Then straddling the dead girl, the assassin slid the blouse from the brunette's shoulders letting the scantily cold corpse flop back onto the floor.


As she got dressed in Keira's clothes, Ventress could see Aurra struggling into Carla's clothes, the half former side at her feet dressed only in a solid black bra and matching bikini cut panties. Nearby, Ianthe was leaning against the doorframe of Janice's bedroom, already dressed in Janice's purple pantsuit with a black silk blouse underneath sniggering at how ridiculous Aurra looked. “You look like the least likely aide here Aurra. At least I can say purple is my colour.” scowling at her, the tall bounty hunter finally fastened up the blondes jacket. With their disguises acquired, Ventress called the group over.


“Excellent, we now have our means into the fundraiser and…” she waved the card key for the aides speeder “... transportation. I just need to add a few finishing touches.” Walking past Ianthe, Ventress sat at Janice's vanity, using the blush to hide her tattoos and put some colour onto her face. “What about the bodies, night sister? Someone is bound to find them, like housekeeping for instance.” Ventress shrugged as she camouflaged her distinctive tattoos. “Leave them where they fell. By the time they are discovered, it will be too late for the jedi or the clones to stop our assault.” Satisfied by her temporary new look, the night sister took out three long coats from the wardrobe tossing two to her team. “Here put these on. They should conceal whatever weapons we bring until the time we strike.” Clipping her lightsabers to her belt, Ventress pulled the coat over her body watching as Aurra strapped her snub blaster in a shoulder right while Ianthe holstered her twin Mandalorian blasters at her hips before putting on their coats.


“Alright, we’re all set Ventress. Let's do this!” The tall red headed bounty hunter clenched her fist in determination. Nodding, Asajj led her team from the apartment leaving the bodies of the three Corellian aides to cool. Walking out of the apartment into the brisk Coruscant morning towards the aides speeder, Ventress took out the assassin droid's control unit pressing the shimmering blue screen. “So it begins…” she muttered under her breath as the team clambered into the speeder. With Ianthe behind the control column they soared amongst the spires, joining the line of traffic that headed towards the huge dome like Galactic Senate building on the horizon.


The Office of Banking Clan Senator Emil Muyn, East Wing, Galactic Senate 10:05am


Shrouded in the confines of their crates, Mark II assassin droids units X01 and X02 blinked into existence their eyes flashing red in the darkness. Unit X01 ran a temporary self diagnostic before reviewing it's mission parameters


CIS Mark II Assassin Droid Designation X01

Mission Objectives


Acquire suitable female appearance and clothing to facilitate infiltration

Assist Mistress Ventress and CIS strike team in the execution of their mission

Ensure deaths of many Republic senators and clone troopers to cause mass panic


Shutting off its hud, unit XO1 and its sister XO2 used their onboard cutting vibrosaws to saw holes into their crates, climbing out with unnatural machine-like grace. Rising to their feet, the droids scanned their immediate surroundings finding no current life signs. “Wait. Reading life signs from behind the door. Attaching themselves to the ceiling, the droids turned their optics to the door, watching it open to reveal two human females who entered the room.



“So where is the Banking Clan senator and his staff? Shouldn't they be the ones handling this?” Asked Naomi Yeo, an attractive girl of 21, with slender tanned diamond shaped features, high cheekbones and slanted brown eyes framed by shoulder length jet black hair, as she and her friend Sabine Doriae walked into Senator Muyn’s office. “He and his staff have gone to Canto Byte for a Banking Clan conference.” She said closing the door. “So it falls to us to check this delivery of datapads he's ordered.” Sabine was a looker with pale smooth skin, gentle rounded features, stone grey eyes and ash brown hair tied into an elegant knot at the base of her head with studded earrings. Both women were dressed in long blue dresses, with the republic crest pinned on their collars; the standard uniform of female senate employees.


“Hmph. It must be nice for some people, going on a glorified holiday while there's a war on. Wish I could take a break.” She sighed as the two approached the crates behind the senator's desk. “Huh? That's weird. They are already open. Has someone already been here?” Brow furrowing, Sabine walked around the desk. Naomi shook her head. “Someone's messing us around, Sabine. Let's just go and alert the senate guard, they'll take it from here.” Sabine's eyes widened in surprise as she noticed the two almost perfect round holes cut into the crates sides. “I have a bad feeling about this.” She muttered ominously.


Before Naomi Yeo could answer, Unit X01 detached itself from the ceiling landing with feline grace silently behind the unsuspecting woman. In one smooth motion it clamped one hand over her mouth dragging her away from Sabine Doriae then cupping the other under her chin twisted to the right. The human female’s vertebrae parted effortlessly with an audible crack. As X01 lowered the dead woman to the floor, X-02 dropped itself behind Sabine Doriae.


“Come on Naomi, say something…” turning around Sabine’s voice died away as she saw the droid rearing up to face her, eyes flicking to the corpse of her colleague Naomi she froze with terror. “N-no please…ah!” Her whimperings were cut short as X-02 seized the struggling woman by her throat holding her aloft. The droid cocked its head in a mixture of curiosity and dispassion, flicking its wrist and crushing the female's throat effortlessly with her finger and thumb. Dropping the limp corpse to the floor where it landed in a heap, eyes wide with horror. X-02 knelt by the body, extending a long metal probe from its right forearm. “Conduct disguise.” X-01 droned in a drab female monotone, plunging the probe into the flesh of Naomi's neck.


Using the DNA from blood of the murdered women, the grey silver metallic surfaces of the assassin droids shimmered as their poly mimetic alloy changed into naked carbon copies of Naomi and Sabine. Not programmed to be squeamish, units X-01 and X-02 rolled the corpses onto their backs unzipping their uniform dresses from the rear and peeling them from their slim petite bodies along with Naomi's lavender lace bralette and matching shorts with X-02 removing Sabine's blue lace one piece, before pulling off their black pumps. X-01 glanced over the naked lithe form of Naomi Yeo as she dressed in her stolen garments, taking in her small but buoyant B-cup breasts with puffy dark brown areolas, full clitoris decorated with a trimmed strip of jet black hair and plum shaped buttocks.



Likewise, X-02 scanned the nude athletic body of Sabine, noting her fuller C-cup breasts with perky pink rose petal areolas, smaller womanhood topped with a trimmed triangle of light brown pubic fuzz and rounded peach shaped buttocks, as she loosened the dead woman's knot copying her style. Once they had finished getting dressed, the droids, devoid of pity or emotion, dragged the naked bodies by their ankles towards the empty crates stashing them inside, Sabine's head lolling on Naomi's shoulder.


10:30am


As they left the office, X01 activated her internal commlink. “Units X01 and X02 are in position, mistress. Proceeding to the target location.” she intoned in Naomi's voice. Picking up the pace, the two droids made their way down the corridor, as a young pretty human female with shoulder length curled auburn hair, dressed in senate staff uniform rounded the corner.


“Ah, Naomi, Sabine. There you are!” Breathed Esme clapping her hands together. “Have you finished with Senator Muyn's delivery?” The two women shared glances before nodding. “Yes, the task is complete. But we have important business, please excuse us.” They intoned simultaneously which sent a shiver down Esme’s spine. “Right. Well I have something for you both. Senator Taa and Representative Cornell of Corellia are kicking up a fuss because Cornell's aides are running late. Could you go over and smooth things out, perhaps serve them some drinks?” Suddenly, Naomi brushed her aside, pinning her to the wall, Esme squeaked in surprise. “ We have urgent business, ma’am. Excuse us.” She said coldly in a voice that for a second wasn't her own, before she and Sabine strode towards the direction of the audience chamber.


Massaging her neck, Esme felt a trickle of fear down her spine. “They aren't themselves, something's not right here.” She muttered under her breath, glancing at their retreating backs. Taking a moment to collect herself, Esme looked back down towards Senator Muyn's office. Putting one foot in front of the other she approached the room.


East Wing Audience Chamber, The Same Moment


Deactivating her commlink, Ventress looked out over the assembled throng taking note of not only the small gathering of politicians but of the blue armoured senate guards and clone troopers with the red markings of the Home Defense Regiment that watched the perimeter. “Come on? When do I get to shoot something? My trigger fingers are itching.” Whispered Ianthe bouncing on her heels. “Calm yourself, warrior. Once the droids arrive then we strike. And do stop fidgeting! Do you want to draw attention to us!” The woman immediately stopped. “There seems to be way more guards than we thought. Are you sure we can pull this off, Ventress?” Asked Aurra who looked awkward in her disguise. Ventress smiled, feeling the weight of her lightsabers at her back. “Clones, politicians or guards. It doesn't matter who falls beneath us. Dooku wishes chaos and that's exactly what we will deliver.”


501st Legion Gunship, Enroute to the Jedi Temple, 10:43am


“Murdered you say, Cody?!” Shouted Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi over the drone of the gunship's engine, the small blue holographic figure of Commander Cody nodded. “Yes sir, the aides were found dead in their apartment, stripped of their clothing and credentials. So that indicates at least three female suspects.” Obi-Wan massaged his beard. “That is most disturbing indeed. I sense a great disturbance in the force.” Next to him, his old padawan Anakin Skywalker nodded along with young Ahsoka Tano, his own student. The big blue eyes of the vividly coloured Togrutan blinked in surprise. “Yeah, but stripping them of their clothes…?” She shivered slightly.


“Have you completed a preliminary forensic examination of the bodies yet, Cody!?” Anakin asked as Cody nodded, flicking the image to three scantily clad bodies of three young women. “Yes, General Skywalker. One laser shot close range to the forehead, one of a sabre dart to the neck and the last girl's throat was crushed with great force.” Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes. “That could only mean one thing. We all know who's fond of Force Crush…” he looked pointedly at Anakin who subconsciously touched the scar across his right eye, “Ventress…” he said with a hiss. “And it looks like she brought a couple of friends. Don't worry master, we'll stop her this time.” Ahsoka gripped her fist, as Obi-Wan turned back to Cody's hologram. “She'll be heading towards the Senate to attack the fundraiser. Thank you, Cody.” The clone commander saluted before fading away. “We better get to the Senate quickly, Rex.” Next to him Clone Commander Rex nodded. “Pilot! Change of plans, head to the Senate and step on out!” He shouted to the front cockpit. The three jedi and four clone troopers held onto the roof of the crew compartment, as the gunship thundered north.



The Office of Senator Emil Muyn, the Same Moment


“So they didn't handle the delivery after all. What is with them today?” Sighing Esme rounded the crescent shaped desk towards the open crates. She froze as she saw an arm sticking out of a round circular hole, feeling a trickle of fear in her stomach. When she peered inside, seeing the naked bodies of her friends she had only just spoken to Esme let out a blood curdling scream.


10 Minutes Later, The Executive Landing Pad, The Senate Building


As soon as the Clone Gunship touched down, the three jedi along with Rex and his four 501st troopers leapt out to be greeted by three blue armoured Senate Guardsmen. “Master Jedi! It's a good thing you're here. We've got something of a situation. Two senate employees have been found murdered.” Obi-Wan nodded. “You may have separatist infiltrators on site, captain. Evacuate the chancellor and conduct a thorough sweep, start the east wing.” Next to him, Anakin nodded. “In the meantime, let's investigate this murder. It may be connected to what Ventress is planning.” The guard captain saluted, leading the group in the direction of the Senate Building.


East Wing Audience Chamber, The Same Moment


Hearing yet another round of applause led by the blue skinned Senator of Pantora, Ventress’ top lip curled. Even with her legendary patience, the waiting was beginning to jar on her nerves. That was until the two assassin droids walked into the chamber disguised as senate staff members, exchanging nods of greeting. Smirking, Asajj and her team threw off their costs and drew their weapons. A woman in the crowd screamed as she saw the night sisters' dual red lightsabers blink into existence. With a casual flick of her hand, Ventress pulled the woman towards her impaling her on the end of her blade. “For the Confederacy!” She yelled as Aurra and Ianthe opened fire on the attacking troopers, while units X01 and X02 cut into the fleeing crowd with their onboard blades. Dropping the dying woman from her blade, Asajj let out a cry of fury hacking into the crowd.


The Office of Senator Muyn, 11:05am


“It's probably for the best that we left Ahsoka outside to stand watch.” Said Obi-Wan grimly as he, Anakin and Rex stood over the pitiful naked corpses of Naomi Yeo and Sabine Doriae. “These poor women.” Anakin nodded, drawing back the sheet to expose their heads and shoulders while preserving their modesty. “But Ventress didn't do this. What could have attacked and stripped these women of all their belongings. No organic mind could have done this.”


“That's because Master, it was droids that did this.” They turned to see Ahsoka standing in the doorway, shaking with a cold fury staring at the dead women. “Snips! I told you to wait outside!” The young Togrutan rolled her eyes storming into the room. “I ain't a kid, Anakin! I’ve seen plenty of deaths in this war. We all have.” She knelt by the dead women closing their eyes, noting the curious puncture mark in the napes of their neck. “Besides, like you taught me; A jedi puts their duty first.” she breathed, wiping the tears from her eyes.



“Commander Tano. The crushing injuries on their throats were done by clankers, no question about that. But those puncture wounds? What clanker could have done that?” Rex asked as he examined the women.” Closing her eyes, Ahsoka searched her feelings remembering her own run-ins with Cad Bane during his own audacious infiltration of the Jedi temple. “Changelings. The droids killed these women, sampled their blood and stole their identities. And I would bet my lightsabers they are in league with Ventress.”


Obi-Wan stroked his beard. “A wise observation, young padawan. But this is disturbing news, it seems the separatists have changed the battlefield.” Anakin stood up, punching his mechanical hand into his human hand. “It doesn't matter. We know what these clankers look like and it's time to bring Ventress to justice. Let's track her using the force.” They then heard the sounds of screams of the dying and the sharp crack of blaster fire from down the corridor. “Or we could just follow the screams, master Jedi.” Rex said grimly as the team noticed a squad of clones and senate guards run past. Glancing at each other, the jedi along with Rex ran after the soldiers. “Always on the move…” Obi-Wan muttered under his breath.


East Wing Audience Chamber, 11:15am



The Jedi arrived to find a scene of utter devastation. Asajj Ventress, Aurra Sing, the droids and Ianthe stood in the middle of the chamber around a floor littered with corpses. “Skywalker. Kenobi and the little baby padawan. So glad you could come, Dooku will reward me greatly when I bring him news of your deaths.” The three Jedi drew their lightsabers. “You will pay for all the lives you took today, Ventress.” Anakin snarled, the blue light from his blade illuminating his face. Ventress brought one of her red lightsabers up, pointing it right at him. “Come on jedi, let me give you another scar to make you less handsome!” With that the two bounty hunters opened fire, as battle was joined.


Immediately targeting the assassin droids, Obi-Wan and Ahsoka peeled off to the left, deflecting the bolts from the bounty hunters' blasters. “Move aside, Sith! The Jedi are mine.” Cried the Mandalorian, charging forwards snapping off shots with her twin blasters, much to Ventress’ annoyance. Without breaking stride, Anakin deflected Ianthe’s shots effortlessly before destroying her blasters with two quick strokes of his saber. “Oh sh-ugh!” The Death Watch assassin cried as the young jedi general twirled his sabre plunging it deep into her chest and impaling her, bringing the Mandalorian to her knees, a small gasp of surprise escaping her lips as he kicked her corpse contemptuously off his blade.


“Ianthe! No!” Aurra raised her snub pistol at Anakin's back but felt herself knocked back by a wave of concussive force from Ahsoka’s outstretched hand, where she hit a supporting column and slid down unconscious with a pained grunt. Before Anakin could congratulate his apprentice, Ventress leapt with a snarl, locking her red lightsabers with the jedi knights single blue.



Taking her eyes off her master's duel with Ventress, Ahsoka came face to face with the assassin droid that was still wearing the face and clothing of Naomi Yeo. “ Oh you're going to pay for killing her and her friend, clanker. Prepare yourself!” She said crossing her twin green lightsabers. The clanker cocked its head. “Target: Jedi, Togrutan, female. Commencing termination protocols.” It intoned in Naomi's voice before shifting into combat stance, the arms of its stolen uniform already torn and Ahsoka now knew why. Suddenly, long curved blades erupted from the droid's arms, dripping red with blood.


“Onboard Vibroblades? That's a new one. Use caution Ahsoka.” Obi-Wan said activating his blue lightsaber lunging at the droid disguised as Sabine Doriae. With a battle cry on her lips and flash of her dual green blades, Ahsoka Tano leapt into the fray. Slashing with her dual blades, the padawan was surprised as the droid parried both her strikes. “Obi-Wan! It looks like they're outfitted with cortosis blades.” Obi-Wan raised his eyebrow as he ducked a decapitating strike. “It looks like Dooku’s thought of everything. Still, it won't save them. They are just glorified Commando droids, nothing more.”


Her confidence buoyed by Obi-Wan’s words, Ahsoka renewed her attack. Launching a flurry of blows, the Togrutan studied her opponent as it parried each and every strike. Ahsoka braced herself as the droid counter attack with a dual strike meant to sever her legs. With a cry of triumph, the young Togrutan cartwheeled over the droid's head, slashing her twin blades down and severing the clanker's arms at the same time. The droid let out a cry of simulated pain, as Ahsoka landed just behind it gracefully.


“Error, Error! Critical systems error, weapons systems compromised.” The tinny voice of unit X-01 cried it's stolen face flickering away, sparks erupting from its arms. “Initiating self destruct protocol.” “Oh no you don't, clanker!” Ahsoka yelled, slashing her twin lightsabers and parting the droid's head from its shoulders in a shower of sparks. “Eat scrap, clanker!” Ahsoka said smugly, looking over the remains of her defeated foe. Looking up just in time to see Obi-Wan bisect his droid horizontally before finishing it off with a downward stab, into its power core. The droid sighed, the stolen face of Sabine Doriae flickering away until it became still.


“Fought one droid, you've fought them all.” He winked walking over to Ahsoka. The Togrutan smiled, turning to see her master locked deep in combat with Ventress. “Should we help him, Master Kenobi?” The Jedi master chuckled. “Usually, I would say that Anakin's got this. But you know him, my young padawan. He'll find some way to get himself in trouble, let's go.” The two jedi laughed, running towards the battle with lightsabers drawn as clones and senate guards stormed into the concourse.



“Give it up, Ventress! You’re completely surrounded!” Anakin snarled, pushing back Ventress' twin lightsabers, the feet of a dozen clone troopers along with Obi-Wan and Ahsoka thundered behind him. Feeling the heat from her blades upon her pale skin, the night sister recoiled back, scanning her surroundings and glancing at the unconscious form of Aurra, who had already been binded by two clones. She then looked up at the skylight, a plan forming in her mind. Asajj raised her twin blades up.


“You think this is over, Skywalker! Take a look around you!” She gestured at the corpses of the innocent men and women she had murdered strewn about. “This is only the beginning!” Raising her hands she let out a massive wave of kinetic force that bowled the entire room over, then she threw one of her blades up towards the skylight shattering it. Using the force she leapt the twelve feet to the roof, catching her lightsaber in the process. Sheathing her lightsabers, Ventress slid down the domed roof towards a row of speeders. Hopping on one, she pressed the activator and sped off into the Coruscant skyline.


Letting out a roar of frustration, Anakin turned to Rex. “She is not getting away this time! Lockdown all the spaceports, Rex! Now!” The clone commander nodded jogging out of the chamber with two 501st troopers in tow. “You have to hand it to her, she knows how to make an exit.” Obi-Wan said, stroking his beard looking up at the broken skylight. Ahsoka sighed, shaking her head. “It's about the only thing she's good at. That and random slaughter.” With that the three jedi turned leaving the grisly scene behind them. “So much senseless death, I hate this war…” Obi-Wan muttered under his breath.



Coruscant Commercial Spaceport, 12:00pm


Salvager Toni Scipio strode nervously towards her ship, The Plains of Concordia. She was eager to get off the galactic capital, particularly when she was accosted at the dock masters office by two clone troopers asking if they had seen a suspected separatist named Asajj Ventress, a striking if terrifying young woman. Not one to be getting mixed up with either side of this stupid war, Toni had told them resolutely no, got her clearance to leave and was out of there as quick as a meteor shower. Nearing her ship, an old Mandalorian tug Toni quickened her pace.



She was an attractive young woman of 26, with slightly tanned heart shaped features, high cheekbones and stone grey almond shaped eyes, her tied back raven coloured hair hidden under her white flight helmet. Her lithe and athletic figure was hugged by a navy blue flight suit and black leather ankle boots. Over which she wore a matching black leather bomber jacket. Seeing the reassuring sight of her pride and joy, Toni breathed a sigh of relief that soon turned into a surprised choked as she felt an unseen force seize her throat lifting her slightly off the ground. Her hand desperately shot up to her throat trying to scream but only strangled gurgles came out.


Suddenly, Toni felt herself being pulled into the direction of a stack of crates to her left. She caught a brief glimpse of a bald pale skinned woman with blue tattoos, who merely smirked at her predicament before grasping her outstretched hand into a fist. Hearing the vicious sound of her throat being crushed, Toni felt the life leave her as she dropped to the ground.


Catching the dead pilot under her arms as she fell, Ventress laid her gently behind the row of crates that served as her shelter. “Looks like you're my size, sister…” she knelt beside the dead girl searching through her pockets. “...and have clearance to leave. Must be my lucky day.” She grinned holding up the small clearance chit in her hand. Wasting no time, Ventress stripped out of the clothes she had stolen from Keira Sels that very morning.


Snapping down the orange visor of the dead woman's helmet, Ventress walked back onto the concourse leaving Toni Scipio slumped dead against the crates clad only in her thin cropped white vest that barely covered her B-cup breasts and matching scanty panties. With confident strides the night sister approached the waiting boarding ramp. “You there, ma’am? Wait a moment.” Her blood ran cold as heard the voice of a clone trooper.


She turned to see two troopers with red marked armour walking up to her. “Ma’am? Have you seen this woman.” He held out a small holo projector, and a small rotating version of her head. Ventress suppressed a sigh, it didn't do her any justice. “She's a known separatist terrorist by the name of Asajj Ventress and is considered armed and extremely dangerous.” Ventress shook her head, feeling the reassuring weight of her lightsabers in her jacket pocket. “No I haven't, soldier. But if I do then I will inform the proper authorities, please excuse me.” Bidding her farewell, the two troopers turned on their heels marching back down the docks. Breathing a sigh of relief, Ventress strode up the broading ramp of her new ship.


The Cockpit of the Plains of Concordia, Coruscant Orbit


Speeding fast away from the capital towards the glistening stars, Ventress took out her portable projector and pressed the activator. “Ah, Ventress, my young apprentice. How fares your mission to Coruscant, my dear?” The clipped tones of Count Dooku said, his blue shimmering hologram projecting an air of regal bearing. “I have succeeded in spreading terror throughout Coruscant and many lay dead by my hands. But there were…complications, my lord.” Dooku remained impassive but crossed his arms. “Explain.” Ventress took a deep breath. “The Jedi intervened and the two bounty hunters I hired were lost.” The Count’s head tilted up, giving nothing away. “And the prototype assassin droids? What is their status?” Ventress leaned back in the pilot's chair. “Both have been destroyed but they did their job effectively. Their field trial was a complete success, my lord Dooku.”


The count made the barest of smiles. “You have done well, my apprentice. We shall deploy the other Mk II droids and bring more chaos to the heart of the republic. In the meantime, return to Serenno. I have another task for you.” Ventress nodded, punching in the coordinates into the ship's hyperdrive. “It will be done, my master.” With that Dooku disappeared. Pulling down the lever, Ventress smiled as the ship shot into hyperspace, looking forward to when she would next face the jedi.

[meditions142]

As you know I am generally not a fan of lethal stories, but I have to say this one has some really intriguing scenes.

First off, the scene with Ventress using the force on Keira is really great. I love how Ventress just waves her hand through the peephole and Keira falls so completely under her control. Love the Keira saying "What do you want…oh?” cut off as her mind falls under Ventress' control. Then great exchange. “You will open the door and let us in. We are old friends.” Keira nodded her mind suddenly blank, captivated by the mysterious but beautiful woman's eyes. “Yes I will open the door and let you in. We are all old friends.” Amazing how Ventress' power so completely overwhelms the brunette's mind.

You also see in the scene how cruel Ventress, Aurra and Ianthe are. I mean Keira was completely under Ventress' control. I am sure Ventress could have made her and probably the other two women do whatever they needed them to do. But they simply killed them.

Then we see how Ventress just lifts Keira's body into the air and breaks her neck with the force crush. Along with the very cold comment “There's a good girl, now DIE!” She so ruthless!

Then next they could have also surely used the force to control Carla and Janice too but also killed them. And it seems Ianthe actually enjoys what is does given her comment “A kamino saberdart, loaded with kouhon neurotoxin. The bitch was dead before she hit the ground.”

I also found the droids fascinating in how they can extract DNA and take on a woman's appearance. And the way the so efficiently Naomi and Sabine with just quick neck breaks. So coldly efficient.

[Stormtrooper1990]

As you know I am generally not a fan of lethal stories, but I have to say this one has some really intriguing scenes.

First off, the scene with Ventress using the force on Keira is really great. I love how Ventress just waves her hand through the peephole and Keira falls so completely under her control. Love the Keira saying "What do you want…oh?” cut off as her mind falls under Ventress' control. Then great exchange. “You will open the door and let us in. We are old friends.” Keira nodded her mind suddenly blank, captivated by the mysterious but beautiful woman's eyes. “Yes I will open the door and let you in. We are all old friends.” Amazing how Ventress' power so completely overwhelms the brunette's mind.

You also see in the scene how cruel Ventress, Aurra and Ianthe are. I mean Keira was completely under Ventress' control. I am sure Ventress could have made her and probably the other two women do whatever they needed them to do. But they simply killed them.

Then we see how Ventress just lifts Keira's body into the air and breaks her neck with the force crush. Along with the very cold comment “There's a good girl, now DIE!” She so ruthless!

Then next they could have also surely used the force to control Carla and Janice too but also killed them. And it seems Ianthe actually enjoys what is does given her comment “A kamino saberdart, loaded with kouhon neurotoxin. The bitch was dead before she hit the ground.”

I also found the droids fascinating in how they can extract DNA and take on a woman's appearance. And the way the so efficiently Naomi and Sabine with just quick neck breaks. So coldly efficient.

Thanks my friend, I'am glad you found the story intriguing. I have recently been watching The Clone Wars Animated Series and there were a number of scenes inspired me, Cad Bane's attack on the Republic Senate in season 1 inspired this story.


Indeed, the wonderful thing about the Mind Trick is that it can be used by both the Jedi and their arch nemeses the Sith. Here, Ventress utilises it well in forcing Keira to open the apartment door and let her and her team inside, unwittingly sealing their fate. As we've seen in Rey's story, the Mind Trick as an effect on the weak minded and ordinary people of the galaxy. However, Ventress didn't utilise the power on the Clone Troopers at the end of the story since they had been trained( or rather engineered) to resist the Mind Trick. So she used her stolen clothes to her advantage.


Yes, at this time in the series canon Ventress and Aurra had a reputation for being coldly efficient, ruthless and willing to kill innocents if it meant the continuation of their mission. Plus, I'am sure that Ventress herself enjoyed displaying her power and ruthless resolve in front of the bounty hunters. Her mission called for leaving no witnesses and unfortunately these three innocents were just obstacles and resources for our villians.


Ianthe was an OC of mine inspired by the Death Watch faction, Mandalorian extremists allied with the Separatists led by Count Dooku. They had a reputation for killing innocents, taking slaves and racing towns the town. I wanted to give the reader the impression that Ianthe was a touch psychotic, someone who enjoyed killing and way too confident in her abilities. Of course when she went up against Anakin, she got her just desserts.


Thanks, the Assassin droids like Ianthe were OCs two and were based off the Terminatrix from Terminator 3. However, unlike that gynoid assassin the Mk 2s could only replicate flesh, hair and voices from the unfortunate Naomi and Sabine, so taking their clothes was necessary. With just a sample of their DNA through blood, the droids assumed their appearances but not their memories and couldn't replicate emotions, leading to their downfall at the hands of our heroes. And yes, the droids calculated that two quick neck breaks would be enough to silence the women, keep their clothing intact and maintain stealth. Unlike Ventress and her team who could have let their victims life, the droids were only programmed to what they were designed to do, kill with cold efficiency and without pity or remorse.


Thanks again for reading and enjoying the story!

[meditions142]

As we've seen in Rey's story, the Mind Trick as an effect on the weak minded and ordinary people of the galaxy.

Indeed, it is a great scene in that Keira is just and ordinary weak minded woman and therefore Ventress can easily take over her mind. Amazing the way Ventress so quickly takes control Keira stops mid-sentence and simply says "…oh" as Ventress completely takes over her mind.

[Stormtrooper1990]

As we've seen in Rey's story, the Mind Trick as an effect on the weak minded and ordinary people of the galaxy.

Indeed, it is a great scene in that Keira is just and ordinary weak minded woman and therefore Ventress can easily take over her mind. Amazing the way Ventress so quickly takes control Keira stops mid-sentence and simply says "…oh" as Ventress completely takes over her mind.

I'am glad you enjoyed the scene between Keira and Ventress. The poor Keira was just an ordinary woman, in the wrong place at the wrong time and had no idea this was going to be her doom, so her mind couldn't resist Ventresses command. And, I'am a fan of leaving cues like this in the dialogue which represents the exact moment everything changes for the women. In this case, such a simple '...oh." means that Keira as lost control of her own mind and is completely Ventresses puppet.

[meditions142]

The poor Keira was just an ordinary woman, in the wrong place at the wrong time and had no idea this was going to be her doom, so her mind couldn't resist Ventresses command. And, I'am a fan of leaving cues like this in the dialogue which represents the exact moment everything changes for the women. In this case, such a simple '...oh." means that Keira as lost control of her own mind and is completely Ventresses puppet.

Indeed, that is what is fun. As Ben Kenobi famously said "the Force can have a strong influence on the weak minded." Ventress probably didn't really take total control of Keira's mind. However, Keira was clearly susceptible to the powerful influence. Her mind was clearly overwhelmed.

And indeed the little cue of the "oh" is a great example of Keira's mind being manipulated.

[Stormtrooper1990]

The poor Keira was just an ordinary woman, in the wrong place at the wrong time and had no idea this was going to be her doom, so her mind couldn't resist Ventresses command. And, I'am a fan of leaving cues like this in the dialogue which represents the exact moment everything changes for the women. In this case, such a simple '...oh." means that Keira as lost control of her own mind and is completely Ventresses puppet.

Indeed, that is what is fun. As Ben Kenobi famously said "the Force can have a strong influence on the weak minded." Ventress probably didn't really take total control of Keira's mind. However, Keira was clearly susceptible to the powerful influence. Her mind was clearly overwhelmed.

And indeed the little cue of the "oh" is a great example of Keira's mind being manipulated.

Exactly, and Old Ben Kenobi couldn't have put it any better. The Mind Trick doesn't exactly let the force wielder take control of a person's mind but make them that more suspectable to suggestion. Indeed, a poor girl like Keira who's contact with the jedi would have been minimal, wouldn't be able to withstand the influence of a powerful Sith like Ventress.


Thanks, I have been experimenting with other such cues in my stories to represent a surprise attack and events such as this. I'am glad they have been so well recieved.