Padawan Lost:- A Star Wars :- The Clone Wars USB Story

[Stormtrooper1990]

Following on from the Separatists' dastardly attack on the Galactic Senate by Asajj Ventress, Count Dooku is plotting another sinister conspiracy utilising the deadly Mk II Assassin Droids to strike at the heart of the Jedi Order. Meanwhile on the important outer rim world of Felucia, on the crossroads of the Permelian Trade Route Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker and his Padawan Ahsoka Tano are fighting back against a new Separatist counterattack. However the young Padawan is unaware that she is the target of Dooku's insidious plot…




Separatist Staging Post, Felucia, Outer Rim, 22:00pm Local Time



“Are you in position, Snips? Rex and I along with A Platoon are at the front and ready to get this party started.” Came the voice of her master, Anakin Skywalker through her wrist mounted commlink. “I'm almost there, Anakin…”Ahsoka Tano replied, bounding across the glowing mega fungi that shone like stars in the pitch black Felucian night, heading towards the brightly lit beacon on the horizon that was the separatist staging post. “...just don't start without me alright, master? Not like the last time.” Anakin laughed. “I would never dream of it, Ahsoka. Rex wants to know if you want some trooper back up? We don't like the idea of leaving you alone against all those clankers.” Landing on the jungle floor just by the high durasteel wall, the sound of rustling ferns caused the Togrutan jedi to spin around.


“Snips? Snips? Is everything alright? We thought for a second that we lost you.” Shaking the feeling that was being followed from her mind, Ahsoka took a deep breath. “It's nothing master. Don't worry, if I had troopers with me then it wouldn't be much of a stealthy infiltration. Besides, no clankers gonna take me down and that tactical droid won’t see me coming.” Anakin breathed a sigh of relief. “Alright, Ahsoka. Good luck and see you on the other side.” Shutting down her commlink, the Togrutan padawan prepared to leap up over the wall.


Suddenly she heard the same rustling of ferns from behind her, whipping around for the second time Ahsoka peered into the dense foliage seeing three pairs of yellow glowing right back at her. Gasping in shock, the Togrutan reached with the force to her twin green lightsabers hooked to her belt. But before she could activate them, one of the pairs of eyes hissed, raising a long barrelled launcher and fired. Ahsoka couldn't roll out of the way fast enough as the shock net flew towards her, encasing her in a painful electric embrace. The young Jedi let out a grunt of pain as the electricity passed through her body, overloading her senses and sending her crashing to the jungle floor unconscious.


“And here I thought the Jeedai were supposed to be tougher game- Ow?!” Hissed Lossk as the three Trandoshan hunters emerged from the dense undergrowth. “Silence, brother. This is the pretty little Jeedai that Dooku wants alive and unspoiled.” The eldest Vassek cuffed his younger brother upside the head with his left right claw as he rested the net launched on his right shoulder. Dassok, the middle brother bared his teeth kneeling by the trussed up jedi, caressing her blue and white striped head tails and seizing her lightsabers. “She will fetch a pretty sum of credits, yesss. Any idea what the Count wants with her, Vassek?” The eldest growled his impatience. “It doesn't matter, brother. We deliver her to Dooku and we get paid, no questionsss asked. Now enough talking, let's get her back to the ship before the clones realise she's missing.”


Taking the limp bound form of Ahsoka, the three hunters dragged her through the undergrowth towards their waiting ship.


Holding Cell, Count Dooku's Estate, Serenno, Outer Rim, 09:26am, The Day After


Feeling a sharp prick at the side of her neck, Ahsoka Tano yelped in pain as she awoke. “Ah, Padawan Tano. So good of you to finally join us.” Blinking her eyes into focus she found herself in a small but well lit room, her blood ran cold as she heard the aristocratic clipped tones of separatist leader, Count Dooku. Turning her head to his immediate left, Ahsoka gasped seeing herself or more accurately a MK II assassin droid, standing next to the count wearing her clothes, her lightsabers and even her padawan braid. She looked down at her body, she was naked dressed only in her white scanty thong underwear, suspended in blue shimmering force shackles. “What the hell have you done to me Dooku?! And why is that clanker wearing my clothes?!”



“Because, my young padawan, it is going to infiltrate the Jedi Temple and kill Obi-Wan Kenobi looking just like you.” Ahsoka actually snorted I in derision. “Seriously? That's your big plan? You do know that that thing is going to get spotted and junked, right? Any Jedi can sense it bears no presence in the force.” Dooku merely shrugged. “Foolish girl, always a step behind. The second part of my pain is to frame you for the deed and break Anakin Skywalker.” He then turned to the false Ahsoka. “Unit X-03. Execute your primary directive.” The assassin droid nodded stiffly in response. “It will be done, Count Dooku.” It intoned in an emotionless estimation of the Togrutans voice before leaving the small chamber.


“So what do you intend to do to me, Dooku? Are you going to kill me?” The count chuckled as he approached her averting his eyes from her nakedness. “Child, why should I kill you when I can find a use for you?” He asked, voice dripping with condescension. “Despite your being a constant thorn in my side, Ms Tano, you are most skilled but there are gaps in your training. Join me and you'll become more powerful than Skywalker.” He held out his hand, hovering just above the release lever. Ahsoka smiled dryly. “Why are you getting tired of ordering Ventress around? Because the answer is no.” Dooku sighed, suddenly looking as old as his years. “Ms Tano, you disappoint me but I'm sure you will come around in time. Speaking of which…”


The door to the cell opened to reveal the unmistakable bald but striking form of Asajj Ventress, who strode into the cell a wide feral grin on her sharp aquiline features. “Oh I'm going to enjoy this, master.” She cackled in her deep gravel voice, blue tattoos flowing from the corners of her mouth and matching ones highlighting her cold ice blue eyes. Her athletic tall frame covered by a black sleeveless loose fitting robe, with matching trousers and ankle boots. Twin curved lightsabers clipped to her belt.


“Ventress. Do extend our…hospitality to our young guest, but do try to keep her mostly intact. I must attend to some urgent business on Salucaemi.” He then turned to Ahsoka. “We shall continue this discussion later, young padawan. For now, I shall take my leave of you both.”’With a swish of his cape, Count Dooku swept from the room. Leaving the two women alone. The night sister crossed her arms as she approached. “You know you nearly had me back at the senate, Tano. But I still slipped through your fingers.” She said delicately caressing the Togrutan Jedi's cheek. Ahsoka recoiled from her touch.


“More like running away, Ventress. It's what you're good at after all-ugh!” The Togrutan padawan choked as she felt the Nightsister squeeze her windpipe using the force. “Silence you foolish little churl! The Count left instructions to keep you breathing but you're making it very hard for me to follow his orders.” Ahsoka coughed trying to clear her abused throat. “Oh come on, like…you need any… excuse to be a… psychopath.” she croaked hoarsely. With a snarl, Ventress raised her hand constricting the padawan’s throat. “Just keep talking, jedi scum. We've got all the time in the galaxy.” The Togrutan tried to scream through her tightened throat but only choked strangled whimpers issued from her throat. Closing her eyes, she desperately reached out with the force. “Anakin, anyone? Please help me…”


The Jedi Temple, Coruscant, 12:23pm


Jedi Padawan Barriss Offee stumbled slightly, feeling the tremor through the force as she walked through the hall of light near the briefing room. Holding her head as if in pain, Barriss saw a flood of images enter her mind; of a naked bound Ahsoka choking in agony while the fugitive Asajj Ventress choked the life from her. “Ahsoka!” The Mirialan padawan cried, reaching out and causing several other jedi to stare at her. Collecting herself, the padawan ran towards the briefing room with all haste, unable to shake the image of her friends torture from her mind.


At 19, Barriss was a beautiful striking young padawan with prominent heart shaped features and supple yellow skin, piercing violet coloured eyes, with diamond shaped tattoos spread across her face. Her dark brown hair tied into a bun was hidden by her cowl. Nearing the briefing room, Barriss stopped short when the tall frame of Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker pinched the bridge of his nose who's eyes flashed open at her approach. “Padawan Barriss? Shouldn't you be training with Master Luminara? This isn't a good time.” Barriss took a breath before straightening herself up. “Master Skywalker! I think Ahsoka is in danger. I had a vision of her through the force and she was being tortured…by Asajj Ventress.” As a Miralian like her master, Barriss’ was stronger in the force than the average human and her people were valued in the Jedi Order as gifted seers. To her surprise, Skywalker nodded his face full of concern.


“So you felt it too, the disturbance in the force.” Barriss nodded as the Jedi Knight continued. “Ever since she disappeared in Felucia, I have been out of my mind with worry. I'm afraid that she may have been captured or worse…” The Miralian shook her head. “We mustn't say that, master. Ahsoka is alive, I can still sense her but she is in great danger. We must go to the council right away.” But before he could reply, Anakin did a double take. “Snips? Where the hell have you been?!” Barriss' eyes widened as Ahsoka Tano approached them, strangely she could not sense her through the force.


“Good day, Master Skywalker. I was captured by the separatists but I escaped. Now please, excuse me, I must see Master Kenobi, urgently.” she replied in a strange drab monotone that seemed so unlike the usually upbeat padawan. Barriss and Anakin both shared suspicious glances as Ahsoka tried to push past them, Anakin held her in place firmly with a hand on her chest. “Not so fast, Snips? You're not even going to tell us about your daring escape from Felucia? You must have junked your fair share of clankers.” Ahsoka cocked her head before smiling a smile that seemed too artificial. “Oh master, don't be silly. We were just on Ryloth.” Anakin nodded before quickly drawing his blue lightsaber and in a flash of blue light bisected the fake Ahsoka diagonally with a single stroke. “We were on Felucia, stupid clanker!” He snarled.


Barriss gasped in shock along with the crowd of jedi around them. “Master Skywalker?! What the hell was that about…?” her voice dying away as the skin of “Ahsoka” morphed from orange to metallic grey, adopting the appearance of a gynoid. The mark II Assassin Droid let out a pained feminine shriek before coming apart in two pieces, sparks flying, to the Jedi’s feet. Anakin deactivated his blade as Master Obi-Wan Kenobi emerged from the crowd. “Everyone, make way. What in the galaxy happened here? Anakin?”


The Jedi knight turned to his former master. “That was a Mark II assassin droid, just like at the Senate a month ago. Somehow, it assumed Ahsoka’s appearance and was programmed to terminate you, I’ll wager.” Obi-Wan walked towards the dissembled droid, massaging his beard. “Dooku's scheme, I have no doubt. But if this droids here then that means Ahsoka…” Bariss shook her head fervently. “With respect, Master Kenobi both myself and Master Skywalker have had premonitions through the force. Ahsoka is alive, we've both felt it. Besides, Dooku won't simply kill her, she's strong in the force and would make a powerful ally…” The Miralian Padawan ended nervously as the bearded jedi master breathed a sigh of relief. “Well, that is good news and you are quite right, Bariss. We must go straight to the council and formulate a rescue plan to bring Ahsoka home.” He turned to leave. “Oh and do bring the head. We can scan the clanker's memory core and get a fix on Ahsoka's location.”


As Obi-Wan and Anakin made to leave, Bariss looked down at the broken droid and activating her green lightsaber severed the clanker's head before scooping up it's head and following in the wake of the Jedi Masters.


The Council Chamber, One Hour Later


“We've completed our analysis of the assassin droids memory core and found it's point of origin; the planet Serenno.” Said Jedi Master Mace Windu, the sun of the Coruscant midday reflecting off his dark skinned bald head. Next to him the diminutive wizened Jedi Master Yoda leant on his cane. “Mmm, the homeworld of my former padawan, Serenno is. A Manor, his home he has there.” Anakin gripped his fist. “Then what are we waiting for? I can mobilise Rex and the 501st at a moment's notice. We can rescue Ahsoka and grab Dooku in one fell swoop and end this war!” Next to him, Obi-Wan nodded his assent. “This time I feel I must concur with my former padawan. It's an opportunity we can ill afford to turn aside.”


To their surprise, Master Windu shook his head. “I disagree. Rushing in like that will only tip off Dooku that his plot has failed and may endanger padawan Tano. Besides, how can we be certain that Dooku will even be there or what the strength of his forces are.” Yoda cupped his chin. “Agree with Master Windu’s assessment, I do. A more delicate hand, this situation needs.” Up to now, Barriss had remained silent standing in between Anakin and Obi-Wan but was fidgeting nervously gripping the hem of her black robe. “Wish to say something do you, young Padawan. Hmm?” Yoda asked gently, pointing at her with his cane.


Glancing nervously at the jedi masters assembled around her, Barriss cleared her throat. “Begging your pardons, esteemed masters but what if you sent me and me alone to rescue Ahsoka?” Mace Windu cocked his head. “With respect, young padawan, this is a potentially dangerous mission and you haven't even passed the trials. What makes you think you're ready?” Anakin folded his arms. “Master Windu. Barriss helped Ahsoka and I to take out the droid foundry on Geonosis. I can vouch for her courage and skill personally.” Obi-Wan nodded. “And Master Luminara has talked at length about her skill and strength in the force. In fact she mentioned that Bariss may be ready for the trial. I say we listen to Bariss’ proposal.” Yoda glanced up at Mace.


“A connection padawan Barriss as to padawan Tano she possesses. Guide her and the force in her search for her friend this will.” He then smiled at Barriss, his bat like ears quivering. “Approve of your proposal to rescue padawan Tano, the council does.” Mace sighed massaging the back of his neck. “Master Luminara isn't going to like this, Master Yoda.” The tiny jedi master shrugged his shoulders. “Talk to Master Luminara I will. Listen to me, my former padawan will. Young padawan Bariss…”


Barriss stood up, her confidence rising. “Bring Padawan Tano home you shall. May the force be with you.” Bariss felt pride swell in her breast as the other three jedi knights repeated the oath, patting the young Miralian on her back. “It will be done, wise masters. I will bring Ahsoka home.” With that she turned on her heels, striding out of the council chamber. Seeing another vision of her friend in pain, Barriss steeled herself. “I will free you my friend, I promise.”


Holding Cell, Count Dooku's Estate, Serenno, 16:45pm


“You know the more you resist, girl. The more it's going to hurt.” Ventress cooed as she delicately manipulated Ahsoka’s throat making her choke and convulse, before releasing her. “Oh…come on…Ventress.” Ahsoka panted her throat hoarse and raw. “We…both know you're enjoying…this.” Ahsoka could feel her strength flagging, despite keeping her reserves of the force through mediation as Master Skywalker had taught her. She knew that she needed to escape this cell and sooner rather than later. However, the force shackles binding her suppressed her force powers and as she glanced at the release lever to her left, Ahsoka knew that if she was to escape she would need to change tact. Taking a deep breath and focusing her power, she looked up at Ventress.


“Why don't you just end it, Ventress. Release and strike me down with all of your power and end our rivalry.” The Nightsister cocked her head, smirking slightly. “Do you take me for a fool? Dooku gave me strict instructions to keep you amongst the living.” Ahsoka grimly chuckled. “Look at me Ventress, I'm already weak and at your mercy. Let me tell you what your precious leader told me, hmm? He wants to replace you with me.” Ventress blinked in surprise. “No! That's not true, you jedi scum! I’m Dooku's most loyal servant! He values me.” Ahsoka could see the doubt in Ventress' eyes and hear the uncertainty in her voice, she pressed her advantage.



“I mean I can't say I blame him, Ventress. I’m infinitely more skilled than you.” Ventress balled her hands, eyes red with rage. “Shut up! Just shut up, you little bitch!” She said through gritted teeth as Ahsoka grinned, she had the Nightsister right where she wanted her. “And then there's the other thing. At least I won't run away from a fight, unlike some people.” That was the final straw, in a cry of rage Ventress deactivated the force shackles holding the padawan, making Ahsoka drop to her knees and then reached for one of her curved red lightsabers.


Reacting quickly, Ahsoka centered her strength and holding out her outstretched hand unleashed a wave of telekinetic force straight at the charging Ventress. The Nightsister never got the chance to draw her lightsabers as the blast hit Ventress square in the chest, sending the woman careening into the wall. With a loud bang, the Dathomiri impacted on the durasteel and slid down the wall with a grunt of surprise mixed with pain to land in a heap, unconscious.


Rising to her feet, the half naked Ahsoka smiled as she approached the stricken Ventress. “You always did have a short fuse, Ventress. But that's the dark side for you.” Kneeling by the fallen Nightsister, the Togrutan caressed the woman's robes, an idea forming in her mind as she shivered from her nakedness. “Now if it's all the same to you, Ventress I’am going to need your clothes and blades. If you think I'm going to prance about this palace naked, looking for an exit then your very much mistaken. Besides, I wonder what Dooku will think seeing his prized apprentice stripped and how he's going to reward you for your failure.” Laughing at the predicament of her fallen foe, Ahsoka unclipped Ventress' lightsabers before unlacing the woman's boots and pulling them off.


Ahsoka sighed as she stood over the half naked body of Asajj Ventress propped up against the wall, wearing the Nightsister’s robes and black bra strap. It had taken a bit to adjust Ventress’ clothes to match her smaller, more lithe physique and the boots were a couple of sizes too big but living amongst clone troopers had taught her how to make the most of what she had to hand. “I look ridiculous in this outfit, you're like a foot taller than me but it's better than nothing and black was always my colour.” She said to the unconscious Nightsister who was clad in only her black loincloth protecting her modesty, her well rounded, buoyant breasts with pale pink rose petal areolas and toned pale athletic body decorated with blue tattoos, completely exposed. Kneeling, Ahsoka looked at the peacefully sleeping Ventress.


“Thanks for your clothes, Ventress. I will put them to better use than you.” Said winking at the fallen woman. “And be sure to give Dooku my warmest regards and inform him that I refuse his generous offer, farewell.” Tapping the Nightsister on her cheek, Ahsoka clipped the curved lightsabers onto her belt before sweeping from the cell and locking the door behind her. It was time to get out of this place.


Count Dooku's Estate, West Wing, the Same Moment


Landing her T-6 jedi shuttle a couple of clicks north of Dooku's estate, Barriss Offee proceeded towards the massive spire, overlooking a huge waterfall using a combination of the force and her natural talent for stealth to evade the patrols of B2 Battle Droids and Super Battle Droids. She was able to move through the large well appointed gardens with ease, coming to a small vent in the western wall. Using force pull to rip off the vent cover before jumping inside and crawling along the ventilation ducts, deeper into the estate to find Ahsoka.


After a few moments, Barriss came to a ventilation cover overlooking a darkened linen storeroom. Checking that the coast was clear, the Miralian jedi used the force to loosen the screws of the cover before dropping down and landing crouched with the grace of a Loth-cat. Quickly sealing up the vent, Barriss had little time to spare as the door to the linen cupboard opened with a hiss of escaping hair using. Moving rapidly she took cover behind a row of wicker baskets observing the new arrival.


It was a pretty young human female carrying a basket full of fresh linens. She was an attractive specimen with smooth pale heart shaped features, high classical cheekbones and almond shaped eyes a pleasing shade of turquoise, her light ash brown hair tied into a functional elegant bun. Her slim but gentle curves were hugged by what Barriss assumed was the livery of one of Count Dooku's household servants; a long sleeve buttoned crimson dress with a black silk apron tied around the waist, the sigil of the count embroidered in gold at the centre and flat buckled black leather shoes. As the girl busied herself with her duties, Barriss scanned the girl, an idea forming in her mind. She's just my size. Her clothes would allow me to walk the halls of the estate and not attract too much attention from the droids while I look for Ahsoka. Plus I can conceal my lightsaber in the apron. But first I must search her mind and find out where they are holding her Her mind made up, she stalked around the baskets, preparing to strike.


Gently raising her hand as she approached the young servant, Bariss used the mind trick to calm the female, masking her approach and distracting the servant with her task. Then with the agility of a Ryloth viper Barriss struck. First she pinched the woman's nerve bundle at the base of her neck and shoulder, eliciting a squeak of surprised pain from the servant bringing her to her knees and paralysing her. “Shh.. Hush girl and stay still.” Barriss whispered into the whimpering girl's ears as she clamped her fingers on the brunette's temples. Gently pressing on them with her fingers and thumb, the Miralian jedi formed a conscious connection with the human accessing her memories.


She saw flashes of colour whirl in her subconscious as the memories of the servant, who's name was Miriam, coalesced. Miriam had seen Ahsoka being carried over the shoulder of Asajj Ventress who was in deep conversation with her master, the unmistakable noble profile of Count Dooku. Fearful, the servant had taken cover watching the limp form of Ahsoka Tano into a cell on the east wing. “Hey, nothing to see here. Move along.” Squeaked a B2 battle droid as it shooed Miriam further down the corridor…


Returning to the present, Barriss smiled as she broke the connection, having all the information she needed. “Thank you, Miriam, you have been most helpful but I need more from you. Apologies in advance.” She said gently pressing on the humans nerves and blood vessels, massaging the serving girls' temples, using the force to send her into a deep sleep while overloading her central nervous system with excess stimuli. Miriam let out a low sigh, her big pretty eyes rolling into the back of her skull losing consciousness as Barriss lowered her sleeping form onto the carpet.


Kneeling by the stricken Miriam, Barriss stripped out of her black jedi robes then began to undress her. After untying the girl's apron and pulling the garment from around her slim waist, the Miralian unbuttoned the servant's dress. Loosening the uniform off Miriam’s shoulders, Barriss peeled the dress down and off the human female's petite frame before unbuckling then slipping off her shoes. Leaving the scantily clad servant, dressed only in a solid white with lace trim plunge bra, that enveloped her small but firm B-cup breasts and matching panties.


Standing over Miriam’s body, Barriss quickly got dressed in her servants attire, finding it quite snug and surprisingly easy to move in, not unlike her Jedi robes. Concealing her lightsaber in the apron, the young padawan wrapped her arms around Miriam's chest, crossing her hands just below the girl's breasts and dragged her across the floor towards the line of empty wicker baskets in the corner. Taking the lid off one of the larger baskets, Barriss gently lowered the sleeping girl into the container into a foetal position before tossing her jedi robe on top of her body and sealing her inside. Barriss knew that Miriam would be asleep for at least a couple of hours, plenty of time for her to find Ahsoka so binding her would be unnecessary. Switching off the light, the young jedi left the linen cupboard locking it behind her and began her search for Ahsoka in earnest.


Estate Vestibule, 16:53pm


Making her way to the front of the Estate, Ahsoka saw that only a squad of five skeletal looking B2 battle droids led by a unit with yellow command markings, was all that stood between her and freedom. Taking cover behind a column, Ahsoka weighed up her options, steeling herself for a fight that would only last a few moments, should it come to that. “Ahsoka? Is that you?” A familiar female voice made her turn around and a smile flashed across her lips as she saw the friendly face of her best friend, Barriss Offee. “Barriss?!” She cried quickly embracing the Miralian padawan in a warm bear hug that was returned. “What are you doing here? And what are you wearing?” She said, pulling out of the embrace, looking over the servant's uniform she was wearing.


“ I was sent by the council to rescue you after Master Anakin killed a droid that had infiltrated the Jedi Temple impersonating you.” The Togrutan breathed a sigh of relief, letting Barriss continue. “And the uniform? I took it from a human servant who didn't need it anymore. Thought it might come in handy as a disguise.” Ahsoka nodded impressed. “Well it looks good on you. Believe it or not red is your colour. This servant, I assume you took her down gently, Barriss?” The Mirialan smiled. “She's fast asleep, naked in a wicker basket.” She then blinked in surprise at Ahsoka's stolen robes and twin curved lightsabers. “Is that..are you wearing Ventress' clothes and lightsabers? But how…?” Ahsoka flashed her a wink, putting her hands on her hips. “She kindly let me borrow them after a brief but tense negotiation. And before you ask, no I didn't take her down gently. So do you have a plan for getting out?”


Barriss peered around the column glancing at the droids. “I’ve got a shuttle parked in a forest clearing, two clicks north of the estate. The only problem is that we have to get through those clankers.” Ahsoka grinned an idea coming to mind. “I’d say since I’am dressed like Ventress it's time I acted the part.” Doubt flashed across the Miralian padawan’s face. “Are you sure that's going to work? We can't exactly mind trick them and no offence but you don't really look like a Nightsister.” Ahsoka laid a hand on her friend's shoulder. “Come on, Barriss. We've junked thousands of these clankers between us and we both know how dumb they are. This will work, trust me.” Breathing a sigh, Barriss deep down knew that her friend was right. “You're right, I do trust you Ahsoka. Let's do this but be prepared if this goes south.” Grinning, Ahsoka straightened out Ventress’ robes and moved around the column, matching towards the droids with Barriss at her shoulder.


The lead droid, the commander, turned to face them holding up its three fingered hand as the other units gripped their blasters. “ Oh, Mistress Ventress. I thought you were interrogating the prisoner?” The droid squeaked in its tinny little voice.” Ahsoka placed her hands on her hips. “Well, I’m finished with the jedi, you walking junk pile. Now get out of my way, before I turn you to scrap! My servant and I are on a crucial mission for Count Dooku, time is of the essence!” The droid recoiled in horror. “No please mistress, don't deactivate me!” It then turned to its fellow droids. “Well don't just stand around, get out of her way! Unless you want to be scrapped!” The others swapped nervous looks before intoning “Roger, roger.” Moving past the droids the two jedi swapped smirks.



“Wait a minute, mistress?” The commander tentatively asked. Ahsoka stopped glaring at the droid menacingly over her shoulder, eerily mirroring Ventress. “What about the prisoner? Do we need to feed it or something?” Ahsoka rolled her eyes. “ Do I look like a nursemaid to you? Tsk. Just give her half an hour, my servant here already gave her a meal.” Barriss curtseyed playing the part of a servant. “Now is there anything else droid?” The Togrutan hissed irritably sweeping away towards the large double wooden doors with Barriss at her shoulder, ignoring the clanker's salute and characteristic “Roger, Roger.”


Barriss’ T-6 Shuttle, 17:00pm


“I can't believe that actually worked, Ahsoka. I was ready to draw my lightsaber.” Barriss said as the two jedi strode through the gardens towards the Miralian’s waiting shuttle. Ahsoka flashed her a smile. “See, what did I tell you? Clankers are dumber than brain dead Gamorreans. Besides, Master Skywalker taught me that there's more than one way to skin a womp-rat. Doesn't always have to end in violence.” Barriss nodded. “Master Luminara teaches something similar. But how can we follow the teachings of our masters if all we are now are soldiers.” Arriving at the T-6’s ramp, Ahsoka placed a friendly hand on her shoulder. “Don't worry, Bariss. We will win this war and return the galaxy to peace. Now let's get off this rock. I have seen enough of this place to last me a lifetime.” Walking up the ramp of the crescent shaped craft behind her friend, Barriss sighed. “I hope you're right, my friend…” she muttered under her breath as the ramp retracted behind her.


Getting behind the control columns, the two jedi padawans lifted the shuttle from the surface of Serenno and shot straight into space.


Holding Cell, 17:27pm


Ventress took a deep breath as she regained consciousness, sighing she felt a pounding headache and a creak in her neck. Rubbing the back of her neck, the Nightsister glanced down at her nakedness. “Ugh! That little jedi bitch stole my clothes! I swear when I get my hands on her I will make her pay for this!” Hearing the sound of mechanic feet just outside the door, Ventress hauled herself to her feet and began to bang on the door. “Open this door now!”


The door opened to reveal a squad of 4 battle droids led by a command droid. They all recoiled in surprise. “Huh?! Didn't we just let mistress Ventress and her servant out through the front door?” The command droid squeaked. In a snarl of rage, Ventress raised her hand and crushed the droid with the force, the clanker's scream immediately cut short as it fell to the ground in a ball. “You blithering idiots! That wasn't me, just the prisoner wearing my clothes!” Ventress said through gritted teeth. “Alert Count Dooku now and get me some clothes!” One of the other droids looked down at the sparking remains of its commander, then back to the others shrugging. “ I don't get why she's so upset. It's an honest mistake to make, right? I mean all organics look alike to me.” Rolling her eyes, Ventress took all the rage and anger she was feeling inside herself and unleashed it in a massive wave of force energy, sending the droids screaming into the walls and shattering into pieces of junk. Taking deep breaths, she glanced down at the sparking dismembered droids around her. “Nevermind you useless tin cans, I will do everything myself.”


Count Dooku's Study, 17:35pm


Pressing the buttons to activate the holoprojector on Dooku's desk, Asajj Ventress suddenly felt a feeling of self consciousness. As Dooku's noble form shimmered into existence, she folded her arms over her bare breasts. “Ventress? Why are you so undressed?” He said in clipped tones, cocking an eyebrow. “I thought I told you to guard Padawan Tano?” Ventress went bright red with embarrassment, she looked to the floor in shame. “Er…she knocked me unconscious and stole my clothes and lightsabers. The droids then simply let her past believing she was I, my lord.” Dooku took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes. “The incompetence of the droids I can understand, but not from you my apprentice.”


Suddenly without warning, Ventress could feel her throat constricting, her feet dangling off the floor. Her hands shot up, grabbing her throat and exposing her breasts. “N-no please my…lord. P-please…don't k-kill me!?” She choked as she saw her life flash before her eyes. Dooku grinned evilly and Ventress fell to her knees gasping for breath. “Now do get some clothes on, Ventress. You've embarrassed yourself enough for today.” He said with a swish of his cape fading into nothing.

Massaging her throat, Ventress heard the sound of the door to study open. Turning she saw an attractive young blonde woman dressed in the livery of the household servants. “Oh by the stars! I'm so sorry, mistress.” She breathed raising a hand to her mouth in shock. Ventress scanned her up and down; she was a pretty little human with slightly squared features and doe shaped hazel eyes framed by shoulder length strawberry blonde curls. Ventress smiled, she was exactly her size. “I-I will go, please excuse me.” She curtseyed.


With a wave of her hand, Ventress closed and locked the door behind the girl who turned around with a surprised gasp. “It's good you happened by, girl.” She raised her hand gripping the servant by her throat and pulling her towards her with the force. “I needed some fresh clothes.” The pretty girl merely whimpered, tears streaming down her face. “N-no please! What are you-ugh?!” Her pleadings cut short by the savage crack of her throat being crushed.


Lowering her hand, Ventress let the girl's deadweight hit the ground and immediately set upon her like a kath hound on its prey. As she pulled off the servant's clothes, including her black lace bra exposing youthful supple breasts with puffy dark pink areolas, Ventress felt her anger subside. Killing and stripping the servant had satisfied her bloodlust. After getting dressed in the blondes uniform, the Nightsister unlocked the door leaving the half naked blonde, wearing only her matching lace thong to cool on the carpet.


The Jedi Temple Main Hangar, Coruscant 19:40pm


Walking down the shuttle's boarding ramp with Barriss by her side, Ahsoka saw her master Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi waiting to greet her. She noticed that Anakin was clutching her dual lightsabers. With a smile on her face, the Togrutan padawan ran towards Anakin launching at him with a friendly hug. Behind her, Barriss struggled to keep up.


“Good to see you Snips.” Anakin smiled, pulling out of the embrace. “Aren't you a little short to be a Nightsister? And just where are your tattoos, young padawan?” He quipped, mussing up her blue and white striped head crest. Ahsoka blushed as both Barriss and Obi-Wan burst out laughing. “Oh, ha ha, very funny master. Wel,l what was I supposed to do? Return to the Jedi temple, naked? Besides, I didn't see you two come rushing to my rescue.” She replied with a little bit of sass, holding her hips.” Obi-Wan gripped his chin. “You both did good, young padawans. At least Ventress didn't run away this time. Although I can't imagine where she'd run off to in her small clothes.”


Anakin took her hands and pressed her lightsabers and padawan braid into her hands. “Here, I believe these belong to you.” Ahsoka smiled as she replaced Ventress’ lightsabers with her own and put on her braid. “We took these off that second rate knockoff that Dooku sent to kill Obi-Wan.” Behind them Obi-Wan shook his head. “And Dooku actually believed that some assassin droid could kill me. The man is going senile in his old age.” Ahsoka nodded her appreciation. “Thank you, master Skywalker. Now I’m complete again. I just need to slip into something that doesn't smell like Ventress.” Her master clapped her on the shoulder. “I'm sure that can be arranged. Welcome home, Snips.” With that the four jedi walked out of the hangar. Closing her eyes, Ahsoka could feel the presence of over a thousand jedi and the distant humming of younglings training with practice lightsabers. She knew she was home.

[meditions142]

You had to know how much I would enjoy the Miriam scene.

First off perfect example of an ordinary woman going about her business unaware of what it about to happen to her.

Then love the idea of Barriss using the Mind Trick to calm the woman and make sure she didn't notice Barriss' approach. Then we get the nerve pinch to paralyze her.

Then we get the temple press to create a mind connection and scan the woman's memories.

Then the temple message to put her to sleep but cutting off blood flow and overloading her nervous system.

Then we get the drag off to be hidden.

Fantastic scene with so many of the small touches I always love.

[Stormtrooper1990]

You had to know how much I would enjoy the Miriam scene.

First off perfect example of an ordinary woman going about her business unaware of what it about to happen to her.

Then love the idea of Barriss using the Mind Trick to calm the woman and make sure she didn't notice Barriss' approach. Then we get the nerve pinch to paralyze her.

Then we get the temple press to create a mind connection and scan the woman's memories.

Then the temple message to put her to sleep but cutting off blood flow and overloading her nervous system.

Then we get the drag off to be hidden.

Fantastic scene with so many of the small touches I always love.

I certainly did my friend! I was inspired partly by our discussions on Abbie's use of nerves and my own knowledge about Barriss' people the Miralians. They are particularly strong in the force and can utilise a kind of mind meld similar to a Vulcan's like Spock. However, Barriss ' technique is much less invasive and doesn't carry the risk of burning out the recipient's synapses. The rubbing of the temples was inspired by Abbie, when I read that story I knew I just had to emulate it somehow, and I'am glad how it turned out.


The Jedi Mind Trick is one of those versatile techniques that can be utilised in many different ways. From altering a person's perceptions and calming then to forcing them to something they wouldn't do or the extreme of controlling their actions. Here, Barriss used it to mask her approach and calm Miriam so to make the stealth approach easier.


And you know me? I can't resist a could dragging off to be stashed, whether it's by the ankles or under the shoulders!


Thanks very much for enjoying the story and the Miriam scene in particular, it was a pleasure as always to write.

[meditions142]

They are particularly strong in the force and can utilise a kind of mind meld similar to a Vulcan's like Spock. However, Barriss ' technique is much less invasive and doesn't carry the risk of burning out the recipient's synapses. The rubbing of the temples was inspired by Abbie, when I read that story I knew I just had to emulate it somehow, and I'am glad how it turned out.

It is an alluring scene. The pretty young brunette on her knees and temporarily paralyzed from the pinch. She is unable to resist as Barriss presses her temples and creates the mind link. She can do nothing as Barriss reads her mind. Then Barriss using the temple press to knock her out.

[Stormtrooper1990]

They are particularly strong in the force and can utilise a kind of mind meld similar to a Vulcan's like Spock. However, Barriss ' technique is much less invasive and doesn't carry the risk of burning out the recipient's synapses. The rubbing of the temples was inspired by Abbie, when I read that story I knew I just had to emulate it somehow, and I'am glad how it turned out.

It is an alluring scene. The pretty young brunette on her knees and temporarily paralyzed from the pinch. She is unable to resist as Barriss presses her temples and creates the mind link. She can do nothing as Barriss reads her mind. Then Barriss using the temple press to knock her out.

Thanks, I'm glad you liked the scene. I definitely agree, writing out the scene was a lot of fun and very titillating. My favourite part was the pinch then the actual mind link itself, with Barriss seeing the brunette’s all so important memories.

Then the temple press, it's definitely a sexy mental image to picture Miriam’s big blue eyes rolling back into her skull as she enters sleepyland.

[rufusluciusivan]

I must say that (alongside with Marvel and DC comic series) Star Wars is THE mainstream universe that seems just ripe for USB scenarios. In-between shapeshifters, tons of uniform designs, and fondness for face-concealing helmets, they're just begging for people to get their outfits stolen! A shame it usually is male-to-male uniform stealing, and the few times women are involved it's either offscreen or a "Mystique" situation where the shapeshifter doesn't need to steal the clothes.

Oh well, that's what these stories are for! Agree with meditions that the scene between Barriss and Miriam was the highlight. Love the imagery of the unconscious maid stuffed in the linen wicker basket.

Ironically, I recall an instance of a Jedi actually using their mind trick to ambush someone in a restroom, order them to give them their uniform and take a nap for a few hours. (Sadly, it featured Luke Skywalker and a male officer.) In Steve Perry's Shadows of the Empire novel - my favorite when I was a teenager, and my very first contact with the Expanded Universe (now Legends).

https://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/Star_W ... re_(novel)

In a bit of a funny twist, this story also reminded me of a very old fanart in which Ahsoka also gets her outfit stolen by a nefarious doppleganger.

https://www.deviantart.com/coos111/art/ ... -678817449

[Stormtrooper1990]

I must say that (alongside with Marvel and DC comic series) Star Wars is THE mainstream universe that seems just ripe for USB scenarios. In-between shapeshifters, tons of uniform designs, and fondness for face-concealing helmets, they're just begging for people to get their outfits stolen! A shame it usually is male-to-male uniform stealing, and the few times women are involved it's either offscreen or a "Mystique" situation where the shapeshifter doesn't need to steal the clothes.

Oh well, that's what these stories are for! Agree with meditions that the scene between Barriss and Miriam was the highlight. Love the imagery of the unconscious maid stuffed in the linen wicker basket.

Ironically, I recall an instance of a Jedi actually using their mind trick to ambush someone in a restroom, order them to give them their uniform and take a nap for a few hours. (Sadly, it featured Luke Skywalker and a male officer.) In Steve Perry's Shadows of the Empire novel - my favorite when I was a teenager, and my very first contact with the Expanded Universe (now Legends).

https://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/Star_W ... re_(novel)

In a bit of a funny twist, this story also reminded me of a very old fanart in which Ahsoka also gets her outfit stolen by a nefarious doppleganger.

https://www.deviantart.com/coos111/art/ ... -678817449

As a fellow fan I completely agree, the animated series like the Clone Wars, The Bad Batch and Star Wars Rebels do give us plenty of inspiration as far as USB is concerned. I mean in Rebels you can't go two episodes without a MALE ( ugh!) stormtrooper getting robbed, despite the fact they have Sabine Wren and female stormtroopers (officers too) are a feature. Not to mention the Mandalorian which features lots of female Mando's not being mugged or imperials for that matter. ( Even though I'am speaking as a servant of the Empire ) It's funny you should mention shapeshifters, since in Star Wars lore Clawdites can copy anyone but still need their clothes to perfect the disguise. I remember seeing an old Star Wars Black Horse comic, were Zam Wesell took out a slave girl and stole her face and clothes to assassinate a hut, unfortunately it was all offscreen.


Thanks, out of all the scenes I wrote for Padawan Lost , Miriam and Barriss was the most fun to write. Largely, because of the use of the mind trick and the pressure press on the temples to send Miriam to sleep, looking back it's such a sexy scene. And would you believe that the wicker basket hiding place was a sudden flash of inspiration? I have always been fond of the trope where the infiltrator does some on the spot improvising; whether it's to bind a body or to stash it away somewhere dark.



Now, I have never read Shadows of the Empire unfortunately but imagine if that was Leia with a female officer in the bathroom and she puts a sleeper on the woman. Before taking her uniform? That would have been something. Sadly, thanks to Disney none of the legends content is considered canon anymore. Saying that, this isn't the first time I have written a Star Wars story featuring the mind trick. In one of my earlier stories Reys Great Mind Trick Caper , it features the heroine using the mind trick to force a FO stormtrooper to give up her armour ( then have a little fun with her afterwards) and later doing the same on a FO officer to give her uniform to Rose Tico.


Aww, doesn't Ahsoka look cute tied up in her undies. Fortunately, I think that at least Rex if not the Jedi would be able to spot fake Ahsoka. After all you can't copy force powers or sensitivity.


This won't be the last Star Wars story I'll write, I have a few more planned from all over the spectrum. Including a series with the Empire but with a little twist.


Thanks for the review rufus, glad you enjoyed the story.


And from a fellow fan, May the f-Long live the Empire! ( sorry couldn't resist, )

[meditions142]

Largely, because of the use of the mind trick and the pressure press on the temples to send Miriam to sleep, looking back it's such a sexy scene.

As I said before your use of the mind trick here was so intriguing. I love the idea here that the trick, and in Rufus's stories Sarah's powers, is not really used for full mind control. Instead it is used to calm the woman, make her less suspicious or alert. In other words the mind manipulation is used to make the woman an easier target. I find that concept really interesting and enticing.

[Stormtrooper1990]

Largely, because of the use of the mind trick and the pressure press on the temples to send Miriam to sleep, looking back it's such a sexy scene.

As I said before your use of the mind trick here was so intriguing. I love the idea here that the trick, and in Rufus's stories Sarah's powers, is not really used for full mind control. Instead it is used to calm the woman, make her less suspicious or alert. In other words the mind manipulation is used to make the woman an easier target. I find that concept really interesting and enticing.

Indeed, like I touched upon the jedi mind trick is such a versatile tool. It can even be used as a distraction, similar to the scene in Episode IV where Obi-Wan uses it to slip past two stormtroopers. But going back to mind manipulation, I definitely agree that there is something both intriguing and alluring about the idea of making a woman an easier target by just implanting the thought that everything is fine and to stay calm. Naturally, once Barriss had soothed Miriam’s mind it was all over for her from that point on. A nerve pinch and a pressure press to the temples later and her uniform was off. She just didn't stand a chance.