Chapter 2 - Target: Soul Blade pt. 1

Starkiller sat in silence. His thoughts were only on the source of the great power that called to him. He focused on the power, reaching out to it. Meanwhile, Captain Solo wished he could have his leader’s calm at this moment. 

Whatever The Emperor was doing in his meditation, it was playing havoc with the ship’s systems. Navigation and long range communication were off line. The ship was shaking apart but Solo knew his orders. The large energy signature in front of him looked to be a tear in space itself. Solo held the controls as steady as he could but even with his impressive skills in a cockpit, Solo knew The Rogue Shadow wouldn’t hold up much longer like this.

“Sir, I hate to interrupt but if you’re going to do something, now would be a pretty good time.” Called Solo, knowing that his words were grounds for a lifetime banishment to Hoth. 

His words echoed in Starkiller’s mind but he paid them no attention. He was close, which was all that mattered. 

“Open to me” whispered Starkiller.

A blast of light erupted from the tear nearly blinding Solo. At the moment of the flash, The Shadow’s instruments normalized and the violent shaking stopped. Solo adjusted his eyes and looked out to the tear. It was no longer a mass of great energy but more like a window to another dimension. Solo checked his readings.

“Sir, the tear seems to have normalized.” Reported Solo.

“I know.” Answered Starkiller. His eyes opened and looked through the glass. 

Solo struggled with the controls. Navigation was still off line but now his manual controls were not responding. The ship was moving faster and faster to the tear.

“Sir?” 

“It’s ok, Captain.” 

Reluctantly, Solo removed his hands from the controls and sat back in his chair. If he was going to die, being pulled apart by a mythical space energy, Han Solo was going to be comfortable when it happened. 

The Rogue Shadow reached the edge of the tear and as they entered the unknown, Starkiller knew that this was his destiny.


Talim pushed through the lush green of the forest. The young priestess moved swiftly, feeling like someone was following her. Talim had been on this hunt for long enough to know that someone was always on her trail. Recently, the danger had been had been getting greater which meant she was getting closer. 

She had met others on her journey, some travelers, some warriors, even some demons. By far she had been the youngest person on this quest but while others sought the power, Talim only wished to free the world from its evil. That’s what it was, the Soul Blade was pure evil, corrupt to its core and wished to only corrupt those who wanted to wield it.

Talim came to a stop at a small stream. She bent down and took a drink, letting the cold water wash over her hands. She closed her eyes and splashed her face. Looking down the stream, Talim found it almost peaceful. That peace was shattered however by a shifting of trees. 

Talim spun to her feet and raised her elbow blades. Her eyes narrowed as she prepared for a fight. The figure stepped out of the wood. Her heels snapped a branch and Talim got a clear look at who had been stalking her. 

Isabella Valentine or Ivy to those who won’t live long enough to utter it. Daughter to the dread pirate Cervantes De Leon had been hunting the Soul Blade for longer than she could remember. The Blade had tormented and corrupted her father, not that he had been any saint prior to that but even he didn’t deserve that. 

Since watching the twisted shell her father had become, Ivy had pledged herself to the Blade’s destruction. She had defeated or killed all those who had stood in her way until this point and now, this child was in her way. 

Ivy whipped her snake sword back and forth, raising the ground with each strike. Ivy snapped the blade in to her hand and sneered.

“Well, well little one. You’re in my way.”

“I beg you, go no further.” Pleaded Talim, adjusting her grip.

“Insolent cur.” Growled Ivy. 

Talim ran forward and leaped in to the air, positioning a kick that Ivy blocked and tossed off. Talim came to a crash, recovered and attacked again. Their blades crash and sparked. Both women were skilled at their weapons and in their attacks. 

Ivy kicked, Talim ducked.

Talim punched, Ivy countered. 

Their battle raged on with both women starting to tire. They backed away and stared each other down. Ivy’s large breasts rose and fell, bearly contained by her “armor”. Talim couldn’t help but marvel at Ivy’s impressive figure. Talim was a virgin but in her travels searching for the Soul Blade she had met many handsome men and beautiful women, most trying to kill her but still attractive none the less. 

“Still wish to continue, little one?” asked Ivy.

“I Don’t wish to fight you!”  shouted Talim, steeling herself for the next onslaught. 

Their muscles clenched and they started to move until their attention was directed skyward and to the large metal object that appeared.

“Who dares?” asked Ivy.


Han Solo thanked his lucky stars the life support never failed. Everything on the ship may have shut off the moment they passed through the tear but not the life support. 

Coming out of the tear, The Rogue Shadow seemed to have a life of its own. It moved Solo and Starkiller to a nearby planet and only returned control the moment they passed through the atmosphere. Solo gripped the controls and managed to bring the descending ship to a stop less than 300 feet from the ground. An audible sigh escaped Solo’s lips. 

“Systems coming back on line. Nav and comms still out but we do have visuals and…whoa.” Solo exclaimed.

Starkiller looked at the monitor. Below them was a clearing near a small stream. There didn’t seem to be any population anywhere nearby save for the two women below them. One was young and small, the other older and even 300 feet in the air, her ample chest was clear as day. 

“I’m going down there.” Starkiller moved to exit the cockpit. 

“Sir?”

“It’s here, Captain. And it will be mine.” 


Ivy and Talim watched as a hatch on the object opened. A figure dropped out of it and landed on the ground between them. A cloud of dirt swirled up causing Ivy and Talim to turn away. When they looked back Starkiller stood tall and his eyes assessed this situation. 

“Well, aren’t you a cheeky one. This should be fun.” Laughed Ivy. 

Starkiller raised his arms and his lightsaber flew in to his hand. He ignited the blade much to the surprise of Talim, who had never seen anything like this. Ivy tried to rush Starkiller but he forced her back with a push. Heading for Ivy, Starkiller launched his lightsaber at Talim, cathing her off guard. She managed to block the saber but the strike sent her flying back in to the stream. Ivy recovered but was met by a debilitating blast of Force Lighting. Ivy’s body was wracked with pain. Every nerve in her body cried out. 

Talim, now soaking wet, watched in horror as this mysterious man electrocuted her opponent and she knew he would not hesitate to do the same to her. Talim checked her blades and started running at them. Talim jumped in to the air and started to bring down a strike until Starkiller’s hand shot out and caught her in midair but not with his hand. She seemed to be hovering but the feeling was no different. Talim struggled for breath as she felt herself being choked. Everything started going dark. 

Ivy’s lifeless body slumped over as Starkiller turned to his new captive. The girl was young, younger than even Starkiller had imagined. He pulled her close and looked her over. Her eyes widened in fear as Starkiller looked her over. 

“You certainly are a sweet young thing.” Growled Starkiller.

Starkiller traced a hand over Talim’s body causing her to shiver. Starkiller never grew tired of that reaction. He moved up to her tunic and slid it down past her shoulder. The top fell off of her lithe body and on to the ground exposing her small breasts to the cool air. Talim felt her nipples harden. 

“Please..don’t.” Talim weakly cried.

Starkiller moved Talim closer to him and ran his free hand over her body. Talim shivered at his touch and despite herself, Talim could feel a tingle in her pants. Starkiller placed his lips on to her small breasts and ran his tongue over the nipple. Talim screamed out in pleasure as Starkiller still had her suspended in the air. Starkiller moved his hand from her breast downwards. Gripping the top of her white pants and tore them off of her. 

Starkiller ran his hand over Talim’s wet pussy and spread it apart. Tears formed in Talim’s eyes as Starkiller sucked on her breast and molested her cunt. The shame of being forced in to this position, held against her will and unable to fight back was almost as awful as the realization that she was enjoying it. Starkiller could tell as she poured over his hand. 

With a laugh, Starkiller slammed Talim on to the ground. The young girl’s head bounced off the ground and knocked her unconscious for a moment. When she came to, Talim found Starkiller standing over her, pushing her knees apart. That’s when she realized that he had shed his robes and his hard cock was pointing straight at her entrance. Starkiller held down her arms, pinning her to the dirt, and placed his cock at her pussy.

“Tell me, youngling, are you a virgin?” he asked, watching her squirm.

Talim did not answer. She just bit her lip and tried to shut her eyes. Starkiller began to push his massive dick in to The Priestess pussy, stopping short her hymen. Starkiller leaned down and forced his lips on Talim’s, who tried to fight the kiss. This moment of tenderness was quickly shattered as Starkiller pushed through her maidenhead with a powerful thrust. 

Talim screamed out and arched her back as the pain and pleasure coursed through her body. Starkiller was unrelenting. He began to pound Talim’s tight pussy for all it was worth. In her shame, when the pain subsided, Tailm knew that this felt good. She was experiencing pleasure unlike any she had ever had. Her handsome attacker’s invading cock was stretching her to her very limit and sadly, she was loving it. 

Ivy stirred to consciousness, still in pain from Starkiller’s attack. She sat up, shaking the cobwebs from her head. A small yelp drew her attention and caused Ivy’s eyes to widen and her mouth to drop open. Ivy watched as the man who rendered her unable to move was now raping the young girl she had been fighting. Starkiller looked over and saw that Ivy had returned to life. Pulling up one hand from Talim’s wrist, he pointed two fingers at Ivy and turned them. 

Instantly, Ivy felt all feelings of wanting to fight Starkiller leave her, replaced by the need to feel what the girl was feeling at this moment. She wanted to be ravaged by him, taken in a way no man or woman she had ever been with before had. Ivy shed her armor and moved her hand down to her pussy. Her cunt was on fire and she started to masturbate feverishly while playing with her large breasts, all while watching Starkiller defile the young girl. 

Starkiller turned his attention back to Talim, who had stopped resisting him. Removing his hand from her other wrist, Starkiller placed them on her hips and fucked her. Talim’s body had gone limp, she no longer had the energy to fight back. Starkiller continued his unrelenting assault on Talim’s formerly virgin hole. 

Ivy found masturbation no longer fulfilling and walked over to her former rivals. Her large breasts engulfed Starkiller’s arm as she rubbed them against him. Starkiller roughly grabbed her by the back of the hair, first kissing her then jamming her face in to Talim’s filled pussy. Like the eager slut she now was, Ivy licked at the girl’s pussy also getting to taste Starkiller’s cock at the same time. 

Starkiller loved the feeling of his cock getting licked just as he pumped this tight little pussy. Not even Leia had been this tight when he deflowered her all those years ago. Ivy moved her legs over Talim’s head and in to a 69 with the poor girl. As Ivy lapped at Talim’s cunt, she pushed her pussy in to Talim’s face.  Ivy pushed her cunt in to Talim’s face.  Though Talim refused to open her mouth, Ivy delighted in rubbing her pussy on Talim’s face. 

Ivy clamped down on Talim’s clit. The duel sensation of Starkiller’s cock stretching her out and Ivy’s skilled tongue on her clit was driving Talim to the brink. She hated herself for what was brewing. Talim’s body tensed up and her orgasm tore through her small frame. Starkiller felt the warm juice coat his cock. This pushed him over the edge. With a roar, Starkiller unloaded in to Talim’s cunt.

Talim’s eyes rolled in to the back of her head as she felt his hot load fill her. Starkiller pulled out of her pussy and sat back, watching Ivy feast on Talim’s cunt. Once she had collected all of the cum out of Talim’s pussy, Ivy swallowed it down, loving the taste of her new master’s cum. 

“What is your name?” asked Starkiller.

“Isabella Valentine, or Ivy for short.” 

Starkiller stood and placed his pants back on. Ivy followed suit and redressed. After replacing his robes, Starkiller turned to see Talim stirring. 

“oh,” he said in surprise. “Is that still alive? Ivy, deal with it please.”

In a flash, Ivy picked up her sword, snapped it out and wrapped it around Talim’s throat. Ivy wrenched back as Talim struggled to breathe. Her eyes rolled back in to her skull and then a very audible pop was heard across the clearing. 

Ivy released Tailm’s now lifeless body from its hold. Starkiller smirked at the viciousness. 

“I’m looking for something, an object of great power. Do you know where I can find such a thing?” questioned Starkiller.

“You speak of the Soul Blade. I must warn you, its power is quiet evil and has only lead to devastation.” 

Starkiller approached Ivy.

“I’m counting on it.”