The Trials of a Body Double: A Star Wars USB Story

[Stormtrooper1990]

This story is the second of my Naboo themed Star Wars USB tales. I have to thank members Blue Cynthia and Rufus, for their input in making this story possible. Here a year into the Clone Wars, and Senator Padmé Amidala accompanied by her three loyal handmaidens including her body double, Sòrbe have been dispatched ahead of a New Republic Fleet send to the Twi'lek homeworld Ryloth. However, their mission is in jeopardy as Padmé's Nubian Yacht as ran into a separatist patrol of droid starfighters. With the ship under fire, can Sòrbe and her fellow handmaidens keep the Senator safe from harm, and keep from being a danger to herself...




"Shields have reached 25% my lady, we take another hit like that we lose shields. I recommend we engage thrusters and turn back to the fleet." Came the voice of Sòrbe, Senator Padmé Amidala's loyal handmaiden and body double, sat in the pilots chair next to Senator Amidala. Sòrbe could feel the ship rock from the incoming blasters of the droid starfighters as she swapped glances with Corra and Fiona, the two other of Padmé's handmaidens. " No, Sòbre. We got this. Those people on Ryloth need the Republic, we have lost too many planets to the Separatists as it is. We cannot afford to lose Ryloth. Take us down." Replied Padmé as she sat in the co-pilots seat. Sòrbe let out a deep breath. " You must be aware, my lady. Ryloth is crawling with Separatists, if we touch down we cannot guarantee your safety." Padmè shook her head, fixing Sòrbe with a cocksure smile. " I have never ran from a fight, Sòrbe. I' am not going to start now." Corra and Fiona shook their heads as they strapped themselves in. Sòrbe nodded as she took the sleek Nubian Yacht into Ryloth's atmosphere. At 22, the same age as the Senator, Sòrbe was the second of handmaidens to be selected as Padmé's body double after the death of poor Còrde in the separatist bombing a year past. For Sòrbe, there was no higher calling for a member of the Royal Guard, even if the Senator was one of the most difficult women to protect. For Sòrbe, it was a labour of love for more reasons then one. She had a crush on the young senator, and longed for the day Padmè would finally notice her.


A Corporal in the Royal Guard of Naboo, Sòrbe had been chosen not just for her extensive military and flight training but also because she was a dead ringer for the famous Senator. In fact they were often mistaken as twin sisters. Sòrbe had the similar high cheekbones rounded features and blue almond shaped eyes of Padmè, even their dark brown hair was done up into an exquisite bun. The only difference of course being their clothes, Sòrbe was dressed in the standard combat uniform for Royal Handmaidens which consisted of matching black loose tunic with gold trim, loose trousers and black sensible shoes. The holster for her sleek blaster belted to her waist. The Senator herself was attired in a tight white figure hugging outfit, a close fitting top that emphasised Padmé's B-cup breasts, with thick matching metal arm rings on her upper arms. A tight pair of white trousers, with a utility belt that contained the holster for her blaster and commlink, that showed off her perfect peach shaped ass and knee length white leather boots on her feet. A white fur mantle covering her shoulders, completed the ensemble. Sòrbe had difficulty concentrating bringing the yacht into descent speed, as she glanced at the swell of Padmé's breasts her nipples peaking through the thin fabric of her white top and the curve of her ass. She took a deep breath centering herself, tearing herself away from the beautiful sight of the Senator, as she brought the ship though the atmosphere. " Ok, clearing the planets atmosphere." Sòrbe could see the red deserts of Ryloth, span in front of her towards the horizon. " Corra, what's the status of our pursers?" Corra, a beautiful 18 year old ginger haired handmaiden scanned the LADAR screens, her fingers dashing over the display. " One clanker as pulled off, probably to call for reinforcements. The other is right on our ass." Without taking her eyes off the horizon, Sòrbe called out to Fiona a pretty 23 year old brunette with black braided pigtails sat at the engineer's console behind Padmè. " Fiona, increase power to engines. I want us prepared for an emergency landing." Fiona glanced at Sòrbe, before she complied. " Aye, Aye. Raising power to engines." Sòrbe got up from her chair, she turned to the Senator. " Senator, can you keep her level." Padmè looked at her. " Where are you going, Sòrbe? We need you up here." Sòrbe flashed her a smile, resisting the urge to squeeze Padmè's shoulder. "I'am ensuring your safety, senator. We need that clanker junked or we won't make make it to the surface." Sòrbe made her way to the arms locker, retrieving a Merr-sonn Guided Rocket Launcher. Shouldering the launcher, Sòrbe pressed open the door release feeling the warm air of Ryloth hit her face in a rush. The red streaks of the Vulture Droid's laser cannons searing across her retina, as she leaned out of the Yacht lining up the scope on the bird like droid. " Keep her steady, Senator." Sòrbe yelled back into the ship, as she waited for a lock on tone. Once she heard a strong tone, a sound skin to an high pitched whistle, Sòrbe pulled the trigger. " Rocket away!" She cried as she saw the warhead streak towards its target, blowing it out of the sky in a huge fireball of droid debris. Sòrbe whooped in joy as the rest of handmaidens cried in celebration. " No more contacts, at least for now. Great shot, Sòrbe. You sure junked that clanker." Sòrbe laughed as she closed the hatch, leaning the launcher against the bulkhead. Taking fistbumps from her fellow Handmaidens, including the Senator, Sòrbe got back into the pilots seat. " Impressive, Sòrbe. Where did you learn how to fire a rocket launcher?" Sòrbe suddenly felt very hot, as Padmè addressed her. " Well my lady, I was 16 when the Federation invaded our home. I joined the resistance and shooting Vulture Droid's out of the sky became my hobby." Padmè squeezed Sòrbe's shoulder, causing the handmaidens heart to flutter with suppressed desire. " Anakin would like you. Your as tough as he his." Sòrbe scowled under her breath, at the mention of the name of the Jedi Knight her rival for Padmé's heart. " Ok, bringing us into land. That valley should do us nicely." She said as she brought the yacht into land.




" Ok, Corra. Stay on the LADAR, we need you to holler the instant you see clankers." Said Padmè as she rose from her chair. The red headed handmaiden answered in the affirmative. " Yes, ma'am. They won't get past me." Padmè turned to Fiona and Sòrbe. " Right, you two are on me. The nearest settlement is only a few clicks south of our position. We could easily make it on foot." Fiona fell in but Sòrbe hesitated. " My lady, as your body double I urge you to reconsider. We are compromised, the mission is a no go, the droids know we are here. I suggest we activate the distress beacon, call in the Clones for immediate extraction. It's the best way to ensure your survival, I will not risk you getting caught by the Separatists." Padmè shook her head. " No, Sòrbe. I told you before I will not back down from a fight." Growing desperate Sòrbe held out her hand, as the two other handmaidens watched the confrontation nervously. " Please, Padmè. Consider our lives, you are helping no-one if you are Dooku's prisoner." Instead of backing down, Padmè stood firm. It only made Sòrbe become more attracted to her. " Sorry, my friend. But I gave the Chancellor and Ryloth's representatives my word. If you want to stop me, you going to have to shoot me." The senator turned her back to her. Sòrbe cursed under her breath. " Damn it. I'am sorry, Senator but this for your own good." She quickly drew her sidearm, firing a stun blast into Padmé's back. The Senator let out a short cry of pain before collapsing to the ground, unconscious.




The two other handmaidens reared back in shock. " What the fuck, Sòrbe. You... You just shot her. Padmè Amidala." Cried Fiona in shock as Corra shook her head. " We are so going to burn for this, that's treason Sòrbe." Sòrbe shook her head as she knelt beside the unconscious Padmè. " No it isn't, Corra. We are fulfilling our oath as her protectors. It is our duty as her loyal bodyguard's to protect her from all enemies, including herself. " She rolled the unconscious senator onto her front. " I have a crazy Idea. Fiona, help me take her clothes off." Fiona let out a short breath of shock. "Seriously? First you shoot her, now you want to steal her clothes. What the hell for?" Sòrbe unfastened Padmé's ultilty belt. " I'am her body double. I put on her clothes, activate the emergency beacon call for extract. You two take the senator, to that rocky outcropping we saw on the way in. I will distract the droids. In the event they capture me, they will think I'am her. While you extract the real Padmè. Now are you going to help me, Fiona or not." Corra turned back to the LADAR screen. " Shit! We have Separatist contacts inbound. ETA ten minutes." Sòrbe got to unlacing Padmé's boots. "It's now or never, Fiona. Come on, we strip her or we die." Fiona ran her hand across the back of her neck, as Sòrbe pulled off Padmé's boots. " Alright, Sòrbe. I just can't believe this is really happening." Fiona knelt by the unconscious Padmè removing her metal arm rings. " I never thought we actually end up stripping our boss." Fiona said as she pulled off Padmé's fur mantle. " Me neither, Fiona. But this is for her own good. If the galaxy lost such a beautiful remarkable woman, it will be dark day's indeed. The thought of her dead, I couldn't bear it." Sòrbe peeled the white trousers off of Padmè's shapley hips and down her long divine legs, revealing a white thong protecting the senator's modesty. " I know this sounds weird, but she is made up quite well isn't she." Said Corra as she observed Fiona pulling the Senator's top over her head, exposing her small but well formed B-cup breasts with circular dark pink areolas. As Sòrbe stripped out of her black uniform, she glanced at Padmè's half naked toned athletic body, clad only in her white thong panties. Sòrbe felt her nipples peak and loins go afire at the sight of the senators scantily clad body, suppressing her urges as she had always done, Sòrbe got dressed in Pàdme's white outfit. When she was finished, she turned to the two handmaidens. " Bloody hell, Sòrbe. You are just like her, you even sound like her." Said an impressed Fiona. " Right, put her on a repulsor sled and take this emergency transponder. Activate it once you are at the rocks. I will activate mine, one you leave. Either way we call in the Calvary." Fiona approached her. "Are you going to be alright? You will be knee deep in clankers." Sòrbe clapped her on the shoulder. " I will be fine. It will be like Naboo 10 years ago. I survived that, I will survive this. Now let's get the Senator loaded up." It took the Handmaidens a couple of minutes, to load the unconscious Padmè onto the repulsor sled, covering her modesty with a sheet. Sòrbe handed them a small device. " Here is the transponder. Remember activate it, when you have reached the rocks." The two handmaidens nodded as Fiona hit the hatch release. " Good luck Sòrbe. See you soon." Fiona smiled, as Corra fistbumped Sòrbe. " And junk a few clankers for us. Try not to die." The redhead winked as they exited the Yacht, with an unconscious Padmè in tow. Once they were gone, Sòrbe retrieved a blaster rifle from the arms locker along with some thermal detonators. Once properly equipped, Sòrbe pressed the emergency beacon and walked down the boarding ramp. " Alright clankers, bring it on." She said shouldering her blaster rifle.





Anakin Skywalker strode onto the hangar deck of the RAS Executor with Obi-Wan Kenobi, his friend and mentor in tow. " They were absolutely certain. Two emergency beacons, on the planets surface. I can't believe she went off with out me. Now Padmè is down there, neck deep in droids. Why didn't she listen" Anakin said anxiously as he paced towards a squad of Clone Troopers from the 501st Legion, resplendent in their white armour painted with blue markings, prepping two LAAT/t gunships for launch. " Anakin, think search your feelings. Padmè as activated two beacons, one is her actual location. The other is meant as a lure to draw the droids away. Besides, you should know. No one can tell what Padmé's going to do. She is impulsive like that. That is why you make the perfect couple." Anakin chuckled as he heeded his old friends wise counsel. " Right as always, Obi-Wan. I will take a squad of clones, to her landing site. If she is there, she will need back up." Obi- Wan nodded in approval. " I will take a squad to the outcropping, she could be there holding for extraction." They both separated as Anakin boarded gunship behind him. "And Anakin, while you are in the process of rescuing your paramour. Try and leave some droids for your master." Anakin laughed. " It's not my fault, you can't keep up. Old man." With that the gunships doors closed as it lifted up out of the hangar. Obi- Wan shook his head, chortling. "Old man am I? We will see about that, Padawan." He said as he boarded his gunship.



Sòrbe ducked behind the yachts landing gear, as a droid dropship roared overhead. It quickly landed, unloading a platoon of skeletal looking battle droids and at least a couple of the big imposing B2 Super Battle Droids. Shit! thought Sòrbe my blaster won't be able to penetrate their armour, well at least I will be able to take out some of the battle droids. Waiting for a group of five to cluster, moving towards her, Sòrbe activated a thermal detonator hurling it at the feet of the yellow marked command droid. The droid barely had time to register the bomb. " Detonator! Ru--" Was all it could manage, before it and its squad exploded in a huge explosion, sending droid parts every which way. "Have some of this, clankers!" She screamed as she scythed down at least 5 others with practiced shots, their small bodies exploding as blue shafts of light hit them again and again. However, Sòrbe knew her luck had run out as two of the Super Battle Droids leveled their wrist blasters at her, She darted behind the landing gear, preparing to make her last stand. Suddenly the roar of engines caused Sórbe to look up, it was a Republic gunship. The droid dropship tried to lift off, but exploded under a withering hail of green blaster fire from the gunship. Then Sòrbe saw a figure jump from the gunship, his blue lightsabre ignited as he landed amongst the droids. Anakin Skywalker, had entered the fray.



All Sòrbe had to do was watch, as the Jedi Knight cut through the droids with his lightsabre like wheat under the scythe. Those who were not cut down, had their blaster bolts deflected back at them. Sòrbe watched as he used the force, to pull one Super Droid towards him cutting it in two with a casual flick of his shining blue blade. The other feared no better, as Anakin advanced on it deflecting its bolts stunning it. The Jedi Knight struck low, cutting off the droids legs then severing its gun arm with a backhanded slash. The Gunship unloaded a squad of five Clone Troopers, but they weren't needed, Anakin had turned all the droids into scrap. And it had only taken a minute. Despite being slightly impressed with Anakins prowess, Sòrbe hated everything about him. She hated his roguish looks, his blue eyes and that stupid swagger he employed as he walked towards her, disengaging his lightsabre.



" Padmé are you... Wait a minute, you are not her. I can sense it. Where is Padmé? What have you done with her? And why are wearing her clothes? Tell me, now!" Anakin said menacingly. Sòrbe quailed under his accusing gaze. " Well, I'am Sòrbe her decoy and bodyguard. Its a very long story." Sòrbe shifted her feet awkwardly in the sand, as Anakin folded his arms. "Well, I have all day and I did just save your life. Why don't you humour me." Before Sòrbe could answer, the roar of engines announced the arrival of a second gunship. As it landed, a very angry Padmè clad only in a white sheet and white thong panties strode up to her, with Obi-Wan Kenobi and the two handmaidens Corra and Fiona in tow. Padmè shot Sòrbe a withering look. " Damn it, Sòrbe. You were my friend. But you shot me in the back and stole my clothes, why?!" Sòrbe quaking under the gaze of at least 10 Troopers, 2 Jedi Knights and her two fellow handmaidens, felt like a volcano ready to explode. After a short awkward silence, Sòrbe simply said. " I did it, because I love you, Padmè. I always have." There was a huge intake of breathe from all assembled. Padmè looked as if she had been hit in the face with a Gundark, while Anakin shook his head cradling an half naked dumbstruck Padmè. " What the hell?!" Was all he could manage. Obi-Wan shook his head. " So uncivilised..." he said massaging the bridge of his nose. Corra and Fiona merely burst out laughing. Sòrbe never felt more embarrassed in her entire live. There was a long awkward silence until the Clone Trooper Sergeant, punctured it nonchalantly saying. "Well I never saw that coming."

[simon4242]

very entertaining

[Stormtrooper1990]

very entertaining

Thanks Simon, I'am glad you enjoyed the story