All Part of the Plan - Epilogue

Epilogue

"We're going to be landing soon, Senator. Uh, I mean, General."

Turning, Leia smiled at her aide. "Thank you, Jorin. No sign of trouble?"

"No, ma'am." He paused, a little nervously. "Were you expecting any?"

"I always expect it," she replied wryly. "And I'm usually not disappointed. Just have the pilot keep an eye on the scopes and be ready to call for help from the base."

"Y-yes, General." Not looking reassured, Jorin headed back for the cockpit.

Shaking her head, Leia walked over to the mirror in her tiny stateroom and examined herself to make sure she would make a decent impression on arrival. A careworn but defiant-looking woman in her mid-forties stared back at her, brown hair tied back in a knot, body clad in a one-piece flight coverall with an insignia on the shoulder.

Good enough, she thought. They're not going to be looking for a fashion model anyway.

Despite herself, she felt a familiar sense of nervousness. She had been a major figure in the Rebellion, but she'd never had the responsibility of running the whole show. Now she was going to be the Supreme Commander of the Resistance that she and the others had managed to cobble together from the various groups and movements that had either been fighting the First Order or yearning to fight. She was confident in her ability to do the job, but it still made her a little frightened.

Of course, it also made her feel a sense of anticipation. There were few things Leia thrived on more than being given an important job that absolutely had to be done well. Which was a good thing, because that had comprised most of her life.

Not all of her life, she reminded herself. There had been her marriage. She had been careful to give Han enough of her time, and she knew that having that personal time with him to decompress had probably made her happier and more effective. She missed that, a lot. But her marriage was broken and Leia doubted it could ever be fixed. Han was gone, now, and it was likely she would never see him again. It would be easier to accept if she had ever stopped loving him. Sometimes mutual love simply wasn't enough, though.

And the cause of the break... Leia flinched, pain moving across her face. She didn't know if she would ever see Ben again, either. Or in what capacity. Luke had been very clear about what had happened at the temple. She blamed herself. Foolishly she had hoped that Luke's training would help... she should have known better, should have known that it would only make matters worse.

Enough of that, she told herself bleakly. You have a job to do. She had lost her husband, her son, and her career in the Senate, but she did still have a war to fight and win. Like always. She was positive that when she was ninety years old, if she hadn't caught a blaster bolt by then, she would still be fighting someone either politically, militarily, or both.

She heard the landing cycle begin, and straightened. It was time to take up her new job.

---

"So far, I'm impressed, Commander," Leia told her guide was they walked through the compound. "I had expected things to be a little less... complete."

Commander Ergrat chuckled. "I can't take all the credit. As you know, this used to be an old base built by the Alliance. It was never really used, and we don't think the Empire or the First Order knew about it. When we moved in, we found everything still pretty much intact except for a lot of dust. Some equipment was even still in the packing crates. Oh, we've had to do some refurbishing here and there and move in our own gear, but really that's been the easy part."

"Hm. And what's been the hardest part?" Leia asked.

"Patching together all these component groups and getting everyone on the same page," Ergrat replied immediately. "Look, General, some of these people have been fighting the First Order a long time. They're from ragged-ass little guerilla cells that sprang up on the worlds the Order occupies. They have their own way of doing things that they feel they learned through spilt blood, and they're paranoid bastards. And then you've got splinter units of the New Republic military who feel the Senate has their collective head up their ass and doesn't see the massive existential threat the First Order poses. They're professional, trained military men and women, some of them veterans of the Alliance, and most of them are sure they know how to do things way better than some untrained minuteman from the ass-end of the Outer Rim. And then there's the smugglers." The commander groaned. "Don't get me started on the smugglers. At any rate, forming a coherent network from all these elements has been challenging, especially since we still have to maintain a degree of decentralization to minimize the damage a spy can do."

"I do know about smugglers, believe me," Leia told him wryly. "It sounds like you've got quite a varied assortment of people here."

"Oh yes. Just on the base, we've got a Rodian noblewoman, a Wookiee operations chief with thirty-four great-grandchildren, four veterans of the attack on the second Death Star, a Gamorrian bruiser, and a smuggler who claims she's the illegitimate daughter of Mon Mothma."

Leia raised an eyebrow. "A Gamorrean? I haven't seen one of those since..." A slight shiver ran through her. "Well, it's been a while."

"He'll be in the line for inspection," Ergrat said. "Did you want to do that now, General?"

"Yes," she replied. "Always best not to keep the troops waiting."

They wandered out to a landing strip where many of the base's personnel were arranged in a ragged line.

Ergrat called them to attention, and Leia walked slowly down the row of still soldiers and pilots, nodding gravely to each one. Some of them seemed painfully young to her, and she had to remind herself that she had been barely older than they when she had helped blow up the first Death Star. They definitely needed some training and discipline... but not too much discipline.

She came to a bulky green figure and looked at him, wondering how she would react to meeting another member of a race she had such mixed feelings about. This one was older, one small horn broken off, dressed in rather conventional clothing of the sort favored by smugglers and starpilots rather than the primitive fur, leather, and metal armor of the ones she had known. He had a vocorder voice box fastened to his throat, presumably so he could communicate with his fellow Resistance members. Aside from the ages, Leia thought he looked a great deal like Tukk.

The Gamorrean pulled himself up to stiff attention, and then suddenly stared at her. "Leia?" the voice box asked in a deep burr.

Leia stared back. "Tukk?" she said disbelievingly.

"You're General Organa? The one who brought down the Empire?" Tukk looked floored. "I wondered what had happened to you, but I never dreamed you were that Leia."

"What are you doing in the Resistance?" she asked, still not quite believing it.

"I'm part of the Hozibek Liberation Alliance," Tukk said. "When we merged with the Resistance I came here to do commando work." He gave a toothy, hesitant smile. "I'm older, but I can still fight."

He didn't seem to have shed any muscle or gained any fat, from what she could tell. "I'll bet," she replied.

"You two know each other?" Ergrat asked, looking confused.

"We met during the Alliance days, during an operation that I'm afraid is still classified," Leia swiftly replied. "Tukk saved my life."

Ergrat looked impressed. "You never told me you were with the Alliance, Tukk."

"Like the General says, it was classified," Tukk smoothly replied. "I am not at liberty to talk about it."

"It was good to see you again," Leia said. "Come by my quarters around eight, and we'll talk about the old days and catch up."

"Yes, ma'am," the Gamorrean's voicebox said, a tinge of unease in it.

Nodding, Leia moved on down the line.

"You must have really gotten around in the Alliance," Ergrat whispered, impressed.

"You have no idea," Leia murmured.

---

That evening, Leia was seated at her new desk when the knock came.

"Enter," she said into the door comm.

It opened, and Tukk walked in, carefully closing the door behind him. "General," he said, saluting.

"Oh, stop that," Leia said crankily. "You don't need to stand on ceremony in private. I've got no patience for that kind of crap. Sit down."

As he nervously seated himself in a chair in front of her desk, she got up, walked to the drinks cabinet, and poured two narrow flutes of wine. Keeping one, she set the other on the desk in front of him, and sat back down in her seat.

"So. It's been a long time. Around twenty years."

"Yes." Tukk rubbed the side of his neck. "Almost a lifetime."

"It's good you can talk now. I've had questions that I've wanted to ask you for decades now. I'll start with the hard one. You fought for me in the sauna room. You killed Gugg to save me. You mostly acted like a decent being." She stared at him flatly, gaze hard. "So why did you sit on your hands when those three bastards raped me the first couple dozen times?"

Tukk flushed, and stared at the ground. "What I can give you is an explanation, not an excuse," he slowly said through the voicebox. "You have to understand that I was not working for Jabba by choice. None of us were. Gamorrean society is based around the clan, and the clan leader has near-total control. Jabba had a contract for warriors with my clan leader, and he sent the Hutt the young males who he didn't want around for one reason or another. Some of these were criminals. Others were the sons of his rivals. Some, like myself, belonged to schools of thought he wished to suppress. Most of our pay was sent to the clan, and we were forbidden to leave the fortress without orders. Even if we did, where would we go? We knew nothing but Gamor, and the world outside was a barren desert, a hellscape to those from a planet like ours." He shook his head. "I know we must have seemed like overlords, but in reality we were as much slaves as you."

"Is that why the floors in our room..."

"Yes. That and to keep anyone from killing a roommate in their sleep." Tukk grimaced. "Many of the males sent to Jabba were criminals already. Some of the others were not, but quickly picked up evil ways from the others and from the scum around the Hutt. A few of us didn't partake, but there were limits to what we could do. Gamorrean culture heavily involves consensus. Once the group decides, everyone is expected to respect the decision. Those who dissent are turned on violently."

He looked at her. "If I had objected to what they planned to do that first day in the storage room, they would have ignored me. If I had insisted or tried to stop it via force, they would have beaten me unconscious and then done it anyway. Gugg was a bastard, but he was a dangerous, skilled bastard. A fight between us would have been a tossup. With the other two helping him?" Tukk shook his head. "There was no chance of victory. And if I had done that several times, they would have arranged an accident for me."

Leia nodded. "But you helped me in the sauna. How does that square with that?"

"Because I had an excuse that they'd understand and respect, then. If I'd just tried to tell them they couldn't rape you because rape is wrong, they'd have just been angry and dismissive. But by then, you had... uh... become my woman. They could understand me telling them to keep their hands off my woman. It wasn't viewed as unreasonable and none of my business."

"Was that all?"

He shrugged. "By then I was ashamed enough that I was willing to risk them killing me," he said.

Leia nodded, thinking again how much he reminded her of Han in certain ways. "I understand needing to wait for the proper time," she said. "I was in the Imperial Senate. There were many things, horrible things, that I wanted to speak out openly against. That would have just gotten me killed or imprisoned, though." She sighed. "At least they're all dead. All but Gromo, I suppose." She glanced at him. "Do you know what happened to Gromo?"

"Yes, actually. He returned to Gamor and got married, then worked as an artisan painting frescos. Kept climbing into beds that he shouldn't have, though." Tukk shook his head. "An Ogruutan trader came home one day and found him fucking his wife and daughter at the same time. Blew his head clean off with a blaster pistol."

"Good riddance," Leia said with satisfaction. "Although I must admit he was a gifted artist."

"Oh yes. He had several children, one of whom does courier missions for the Resistance. She's a fairly good starpilot, from what I understand." Tukk looked a bit worried. "I hope you won't hold him against her."

Leia shook her head. "Given who my father was, I'd be a damn hypocrite if I did. What's her name?"

"Er... Leia."

She just looked at him. "What?"

"Gromo liked to name his daughters after the more exotic women he... uh... knew." Tukk looked uncomfortable. "I don't think she knows."

"Wonderful," Leia muttered.

"Are you really the daughter of Darth Vader?" Tukk asked, sounding a bit awed.

"I really am," she replied. "And the sister of Luke Skywalker, Jedi Master. Also the last Princess of Alderaan by way of adoption." She looked at him and her mouth quirked. "That's who you were sticking it in."

"Can you do magic? The Force magic, like the Jedi and Vader could?"

"No. Not exactly," she said. "The Force is like muscles. Everyone has them, some have more potential than others, and if you never train them they stay weak and atrophied and can't do much. I've never trained in it."

"Why not?" Tukk asked, curious. "It sounds like it would be very useful."

"Well, there's two reasons. The first is that I've had an important, exhausting, full-time job since I was sixteen years old. Training takes a lot of time and concentration. You can't just do ten minutes after work. I simply do not have the time to go away for a few years and learn to be a Jedi. People need me here, doing the work I've dedicated my life to doing."

He nodded. "What's the other reason?"

Leia hesitated, then gave him a rueful smile. "When we captured the old Imperial archives I found out a lot about my mother. Luke takes after her. He's basically calm, he goes with the flow and adapts. He's an optimist who tends to assume that things will work out in the end as long as he does his best. When he was younger he was impatient and a little reckless, but that's worked its way out. Now he sees dangers, but rather than worrying, he just takes them into account in his planning."

She shook her head. "But I take after my father. I'm actually stronger than Luke in the Force. But I worry. All the time. I'm often afraid... it doesn't stop me from doing what I believe needs to be done, but the fear is there. I get frustrated and angry. I have a deep capacity to hate... and to love... and I will go to great lengths for both. When I believe in something, I believe it passionately." Leia sighed. "In short, I am far, far more attuned to the Dark Side of the Force than the Light. I've manifested obvious Force powers a few times. Most of them have tapped the Dark Side. I don't dare train myself any further. The things Luke was taught seem to suggest that the more developed in the Force you become, the greater influence the two sides of it have over you."

"Knowing oneself is the first step to wisdom," Tukk said, nodding. "Especially your weaknesses."

"I don't know that it's exactly a weakness," she replied. "Many of those qualities have served me well over the years. But they're dangerous in an active Force adept." Shaking her head, she took a long sip of her wine. "So what have you been up to, Tukk? How did you get from palace guard to Resistance fighter?"

"Well, after Lyn and Trischa and I escaped the sail barge we made our way to Mos Eisley. The skiff sold for enough to get us three freighter passages off the planet. We sort of drifted around the Outer Rim for a while, with the girls working as dancers and me working as a bouncer." He shrugged. "We didn't make a lot, but enough to have a decent place to stay and food to eat. Before too long Lyn Me and I were in a physical relationship."

"That doesn't surprise me," Leia said, amused. "Lyn had some large appetites. Was she any good?"

Tukk looked embarrassed. "Good enough. I certainly can't complain about the frequency or the enthusiasm. It wasn't like with you, though."

She smiled, a faint blush tinting her cheeks. "Flatterer. And Trischa?"

"She lived with us. We were just friends, though. I think she and Lyn were having sex occasionally, which was fine with me." He shook his head. "After Ryloth was liberated from the Empire and the dust had settled a bit, we moved there. Lyn Me got her old job back and resumed teaching and researching." Tukk snorted in amusement. "She was so happy. I hadn't realized how incomplete a personality she was without her work. But the rest of us..." He sighed.

"Go on?"

"Ryloth was not a place where someone like me could live easily. There wasn't much demand for bouncers, and certainly not for one who wasn't a Twi'lek. Every time I went out, people stared and pointed. I couldn't appear in public with Lyn for fear of hurting her career." He shook his head. "After a few months I told Lyn that I had to go. She understood. By then she had her pick of lovers anyway, although I know she had a genuine affection for me. Trischa... she visited the temple she had served in and tried to explain what had happened to her." A look of murderous anger passed over the Gamorrean's face. "They drove her out. Excommunicated her. I don't mean they simply stripped her of her priestesshood, they actually barred her from setting foot in a temple or receiving any blessing. They didn't stop there, either. She found it impossible to find any sort of respectable work. Lyn was putting her up in our house, but it finally broke her, and she left Ryloth a little after I did."

Leia frowned, her own anger rising. "She deserved better."

"She did. Anyway. I went back to Gamor for a month or two, just long enough to realize I didn't really belong there any more. So I returned to the Outer Rim and became a mercenary. Drifted along like that for a few years until a mining settlement on Hozibek hired me as the town constable. There were a lot of Garnoks working the mines, and they'd get drunk and unruly, and they needed someone strong enough to subdue a Garnok lush without having to resort to a blaster or stun baton." He gave a snuffling chuckle. "That was me. It was a good job. They'd never had a constable who didn't take bribes before, and I could see after a while that I was actually making a difference. People felt safer, felt more comfortable bringing problems to the law instead of solving them themselves. That felt really good. Like for the first time in my life, I felt that what I was doing mattered."

"It's addictive, isn't it?" Leia agreed. "Making the world around you better."

"It is." His face turned dark. "Then the First Order took over Hozibek, and my job turned into a nightmare. They wanted me to round up and report 'malcontents'. Then 'possible malcontents'. Then 'family and friends of possible malcontents'. I played incompetent as much as I could, and when I had to finger someone, I gave them actual criminals instead of political enemies. After a while I joined the Hozibek Liberation Alliance. I was able to fool the First Order a while longer, but eventually they found me out, and I barely escaped my office ahead of the stormtroopers. Wound up spending the next few years moving from hideout to hideout in the hills, coming down now and then with a raiding party to hit First Order installations. After we joined the Resistance, our boss sent me here because as the only Gamorrean on Hozibek I stood out like a sore thumb."

"Which is the last thing you want to do as a guerilla. He made a good call." She shook her head. "At least you're working for the right side now."

"Yes. If I'm going to fight, it ought to be for a worthy cause." He shook his head. "I just wish I could have stayed as constable, back before the First Order."

"Life often doesn't cooperate with us." Leia sighed. "So did you leave a girl behind on Hozibek? Or Gamor, for that matter?"

Tukk shook his head. "It's hard for an honest constable to have a relationship in a town that small unless the woman is obviously interested in you to start with. Because of the power, and the implied threat. That's something I was sensitive about, given..." He shrugged. "As for Gamor, I was still on the outs with my clan, and the clan is the one who arranges a mate for you. Maybe if I'd stayed, but I didn't."

"Interesting. I'd been going to ask you how other species compared to Gamorrean women," Leia said, her tone slightly teasing. "Too skinny for a proper tumble?"

Tukk looked embarrassed. "I don't know. Look, Leia... the only women I've ever been with are you, Lyn, and a Aqualish mercenary I worked with who was killed about two weeks after we hooked up. I don't exactly have a wide experience."

She stared at him, rather shocked. "Are you telling me that night in our room was your first time?"

"Yes." He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "I know you must have had many more experienced lovers-"

"Tukk, the first time I ever had sex was when Gugg and his friends raped me," she interjected harshly. "I'd hardly call them lovers, although Gromo obviously had experience."

"Oh. I... I hadn't realized." He looked away.

"Well, now you know." She quirked a smile. "I hope I was an acceptable introduction to sex."

"I thought I must be dreaming," Tukk replied honestly. "It was better than I imagined it could be."

"That's a common male reaction to getting laid, I think," Leia replied, pleased nonetheless. "Did you keep in touch with Lyn?"

"We talk now and then through subspace messages. Obviously less now that I'm fighting the First Order. She's doing well; big wheel in the faculty. She has a harem of men and women, including a Wookiee, and she throws a discreet invitation-only orgy every month. Sometimes she sends me, um, private pictures."

"Really? Can I see one sometime?"

Tukk blushed. "I don't know if that sort of thing would interest you."

"You do know I had sex with Lyn, right?" Leia asked archly, amused.

"You have?" Tukk blinked. "I suppose I can share them, then. She's kept her body quite well."

"I wish I could say the same," Leia said wryly. She could use a mirror as well as anyone, and while she kept in decent physical shape, she looked like exactly what she was: a middle aged woman with too much stress.

"I think you look great," Tukk replied, and she was a little surprised to hear sincerity in the mechanical voice. "Just like I remember."

"Only with twenty-odd years and more clothing," Leia said sarcastically. "But thank you. What about Trischa?"

Tukk frowned. "That's not a pretty story," he replied. "Do you want me to tell you?"

She had been afraid of that. "Yes."

"When she left Ryloth, she got work in the Core Worlds as a dancer. Not an exotic dancer; I mean in big artistic productions. For a while she seemed happy, and Lyn and I thought she'd found her place. She had a string of girlfriends... humans, mostly. She settled on one who was a doctor at a fancy clinic. I have a picture of them somewhere, holding hands."

He shook his head. "Then things started going wrong. She started missing work. You can't just miss work in jobs like that. They fired her. Then the next place she was at fired her. The relationship with her girlfriend soured; the woman wanted her to have a psychological evaluation and maybe get medication, and Trischa refused. From what I gather there were bedroom issues as well; things Trischa insisted on that the girlfriend wasn't into. They broke up. Trischa left for the Outer Rim."

Tukk sighed. "She started dancing in spaceport strip joints to earn her money. Her attendance wasn't great, though, and she had to keep moving after they fired her for being a no-show. When she couldn't get that sort of work, she did a stint in brothels." He shook his head. "I visited her a few times, when I was still doing mercenary work, just to see how she was doing. I would have sworn she was a junkie of some sort, except she didn't show any of the physical signs. And I searched her room a couple times looking for her stash, and I didn't find anything stronger than alcohol. She wasn't a drunk, either; I've seen enough drunks in my time to tell one."

"Is she still there?" Leia asked, pain in her voice. "Maybe I could send someone to pick her up and-"

"No. Anyway, Lyn tried that already. Flew out herself, told Trischa that she could come live with her on Ryloth, offered to buy her a little place out in the wildlands overlooking the sea if she didn't want to be around people. Lyn has enough money, she could afford to support her without trouble. Trischa turned her down flat. About six months later she sent Lyn her goodbyes."

"She killed herself?" Leia asked.

"No. That would have been terrible, but at least I would have understood her thinking. She sold herself as a concubine to Ammdo the Hutt." Tukk shook his head. "I spent a month looking into that, and it was legit. No coercion, no kidnapping, it was completely her idea. She did research on the various prominent Hutts and chose him to approach." Tukk sighed heavily. "She's borne him several litters of Huttlings, three of which have survived past the age that they normally die. I guess she puts most of her effort these days into reigning over Ammdo's court and advancing the prospects of her three 'children', whom she dotes on. And, of course, pleasuring Ammdo. She sent Lyn a brief video clip of her concubine 'duties' with the Hutt. Lyn wouldn't say what it involved except that it shocked and disgusted her, and it takes a lot to shock and disgust Lyn when it comes to sex."

"Oh, Trischa," Leia whispered. "That poor woman."

"To be honest, from what we can tell she seems happier and more at peace than she's been in years. At least Ammdo isn't a vicious bastard like Jabba was. By all accounts he's pretty reasonable and peaceful for a Hutt, just a bit of a pervert. I just don't understand. Trischa hated Jabba. She hated her life in the palace. Why would she go back to a Hutt? Lyn told me she knew why, but she wouldn't explain."

Leia, to her horror, knew as well. Even now, over two decades later, she would sometimes wake in the middle of the night flushed and drenched in sweat, desperately horny, craving Jabba's pulsing, pumping organ inside her. She would finger herself frantically and try to clear her mind, and slowly the insane lust would burn out of her veins. Han had occasionally commented on her '2AM jungle ambushes' of him, back when they were still sharing a bed. She'd never told him that her mind had been on a grotesque crimelord, not him.

And Jabba had only shot Leia full of the chemical once. From what Lyn had told her, he'd had Trischa over fifty times. What sort of urges must she have? What sort of haunted, unfillable needs?

"It's probably better not to know," she said sadly.

They sat silently for a few seconds, and then Leia shook her head. "On a brighter note," she said briskly, "let me ask you about that tattoo on your breast. I've been wondering what that damn thing signified for decades now." She looked at him, half-smiling. "You had better not tell me it's just an abstract decoration. I'll be deeply disappointed."

Tukk smiled. "It's not. It was awarded to me by the head of my..." The vocorder cut off abruptly. "It seems the word doesn't translate. Philosophical group, maybe. Anyway, it was given to me for finishing a survival trial in the wilderness. It means, 'Patient Endurance of Hardship'."

"Very fitting," Leia murmured, pleased to finally have that mystery solved.

"I'm sort of surprised you remember," Tukk said.

"It would be hard to forget," she replied. "Do you remember that ultradermal brand under one of my legs?"

"I do. It glowed in the dark."

"When I got out, I went to get it removed, and they couldn't, not without surgery that would take time to recover from. At the time I was sort of busy getting ready to do little things, like blow up the second Death Star and topple the Empire." Her voice was sarcastic. "So what they were able to do was rearrange the ultradermal dye to form a new pattern. My first thought was the Alliance emblem, but a lot of good men and women have died under that symbol, and it felt a little disrespectful to use it given the location. So on the spur of the moment I just copied your design from memory and told them to use that. It's not like anyone ever sees it." Except Han, who had been driven crazy trying to figure out what it meant and why she had it. That was another benefit.

Tukk stared at her, and then burst into roars of loud, oinking, snorting laughter. Leia watched, a little discomfited, faintly offended at his reaction. "What's so funny?" she asked irritably.

Tukk struggled to catch his breath. "On Gamor," he finally gasped, "on Gamor, when a couple is married, the first thing a female does at the start of the ceremony is strip the male and see if he's earned any tattoos. If he hasn't, she designs one for him. If he has, she picks the one she most admires and has a duplicate tattooed on her own body."

Leia stared, then burst into laughter of her own. "So we've been married for years and never knew it."

"Well, it takes more than that, but we made a good start at it."

"Right." Leia looked at him. "Tukk, do you enjoy your current role in the Resistance?"

"I don't dislike it." He shrugged. "If I have one complaint, it's that I have nothing to do. We're still just sorting everything out, and we aren't exactly launching many commando raids from here yet, so I have nothing to do except sit around, stay in shape, and give pointers to the people who have less combat experience."

She nodded. "How would you like to be my personal bodyguard?"

Tukk looked startled. "I, uh... I appreciate the offer, General, but surely there are people more qualified than me on the base."

"There are," Leia said bluntly. "On paper, there's at least fifteen superior choices. If this were the Rebel Alliance in the old days, I'd take one of them. But this isn't the Alliance. This is a brand new group cobbled together out of dozens of factions, most of which come with an uncertain amount of vetting. In other words, I can't be sure that any of those fifteen superior choices isn't a sleeper agent, or doesn't have a sibling or child or parent on a First Order world who can be used as blackmail, or doesn't have a secret gambling problem. What I need is someone I can trust who is competent with weapons and hand to hand fighting. Right now, you're the best candidate."

"I... that means a lot to me. Thank you." He thought it over for a second, and then nodded. "I'd be happy to."

"It won't be easy," Leia warned. "I lead from the front when it's possible. And there are a lot of people who want me dead. Commando work might be safer."

Tukk grunted. "If I wanted safe, I'd be a farmer on Gamor. Just duck when I tell you to duck."

"Agreed," Leia replied. She took a long sip of her wine, then walked across her room to the bed. Reclining on her side facing him, she toyed with the top of her collar, and then slowly unzipped her flight suit all the way down and pulling it open, revealing one bare breast.

"Well?" she asked challengingly, a wicked tone in her voice. "Aren't you going to guard my body?"

Tukk's eyes widened, and then he grinned. Getting up from his chair, he approached her. "You kept the rings."

She toyed with one of them, dangling from a rock-hard nipple. "You always did like them, didn't you." They had shocked the hell out of Han the first time she took her shirt off for him. It was his first hint that maybe she wasn't as tame in matters of love as he'd thought. She'd worn them for decades now, enjoying the sensation and getting a kick out of them being a secret. The only time she'd stopped had been when Ben was nursing...

She swiftly banished those thoughts.

Tukk pulled off his shirt and she saw the familiar tattoo on his green chest. He sat down beside her. "It's been a long time," his vocorder said. "How do you want to do this?"

"Why don't you surprise me," she murmured.

"Fair enough."

He shrugged off his pants, revealing the same green erection with the pointy and bumpy head she remembered. Then he helped her peel off her flight suit. She rolled onto her belly and he climbed onto the bed behind her, hands going to her breasts as his green cock nestled between her pale buttocks.

"Not as firm as they used to be," Leia said, voice shaking a little. Then he twisted one gold hoop, and she gave a little moan of pleasure.

"I like them just fine," Tukk said. He caressed her mounds for a time, then drew his hands down. "There's one position we never tried. Why don't you kneel on the bed for me, with your head on the pillow?"

She complied, rising to her knees and then letting her head and breasts slump into her pillow. Playfully, she waggled her bottom at him, and gave a squealing laugh when he lightly slapped it.

"Like what you see?"

"Oh yes," Tukk replied. Putting his large green hands on her pale hips, he moved behind her, and she felt the tip of his erection press against the folds of her vulva for the first time in over twenty years

How long has it been since I've slept with a man? she asked herself. Not since Han had left.

She was so wet right now. "Take me," she whispered throatily. "Take me now, damnit!"

"With pleasure," Tukk replied.

He watched as the pointy head of his green cock pushed between her moist folds. As he kept pushing, the green shaft slowly disappeared until his green hips pressed against her pale ass. His stiff cock was sheathed inside his human lover's hot pussy again, after twenty years.

Leia groaned happily. "I never forgot your cock."

Tukk licked his thick lips and slowly pulled back, revealing his green shaft, slick with her wetness. He watched her labia cling to his cock until just the head was left between her petals. He thrust into Leia again with his full length. "It feels like that time was a dream."

His body draped over her back as he supported himself atop her with his hands planted on the bed at her sides. His hips began to pump as Leia reached underneath to finger her clit. Her fingers reached further, to feel the hard green shaft as it pulled out, slick with her wetness and pushed in again. She grinned and felt her nipples harden, as she compared her masturbation fantasies of Gamorrean cock in the last twenty years, to the real thing right now.

For several searing minutes the Supreme Commander of the Resistance lay and bit her pillow as she was fucked doggystyle by a thick Gamorrean penis, her ring-crowned breasts flopping and swaying back and forth as she was serviced. Soon enough her shudders and cries announced her climax, but Tukk continued to pace himself. As she panted and shook under his plowing of her long-neglected cunt, he reached his hands to stroke her sides and tug on her pierced nipples.

"Should I finish in your ass?" Tukk asked, voice amused.

"Tukk, d--don't you d--dare," Leia moaned. "Stay in my... in my..." Her words dissolved into an incoherent cry.

"Lyn Me liked it in the ass," Tukk told her. "I never much saw the appeal." He squeezed her breasts. "I like the hole I'm in now."

Leia's response was co-opted by her second orgasm, causing the aforementioned hole to clench violently around the cock pounding it. As she trembled and gasped her way through it, Tukk began to reach his limit and sped up slightly. More and more of his weight came to rest on her ass, and finally he stiffened, throbbed, and exploded. She felt his hot, thick seed spurt into a womb that had seen its share of Gamorrean semen. She felt his cock pulse three more times, spurting strands of hot Gamorrean cum, overfilling her womb.

Slowly, still linked together, the two flopped over on their sides. Feeling content and happy. Leia reached back to stroke his broad hip. "That was the best," she murmured. "You always did know how to please me in bed."

"I could say the same," Tukk replied. "I've wished to feel you in my bed again, all these years." He put his thick lips to the back of her neck. "Will this be a regular thing?"

"Uhh, yes!" She paused, and added, "For the moment." She patted his thigh. "I'm not going to lie to you; I'm in love with a man who I can't have any more. Our marriage.... disintegrated. Badly. Right now I just want someone I like and trust who will fuck me to satisfaction on a regular, private basis. Take it or leave it."

"I'll take it." He chuckled. "That tattoo between your legs says you're my wife, anyway."

She laughed. "A proper Gamorrean matron."

"A proper Gamorrean matron wouldn't be so hairy." Tukk reached out and brushed his fingers through her bush of thick pubic fur. "You grew it out again."

"Did you like it better shaved?"

"I did," he admitted. "It gets in the way a bit."

"Just for you, I'll shave it again," She would shave it for the same reason she had in Jabba's palace: because for the foreseeable future she will be regularly, messily fucked by a thick Gamorrean penis that would drench her snatch with large amounts of sticky Gamorrean cum, and it was a lot easier to clean without hair. But if there was one thing Leia had learned during her marriage, it was that it never hurt to tell men that something you had planned to do anyway was being done specially to make them happy. "Since you like me that way."

"It'll make it feel less like bestiality," Tukk taunted.

"Are you implying I'm an animal?" Leia asked mock-severely.

"Perhaps of the hairy, sleek sort," Tukk teased.

"I haven't been sleek for years," she replied wryly, then slid his length out of her by wriggling up. She clamped her wet thighs around his softened penis, holding it between her legs. "If you wanted no hair, you should have stayed with Lyn Me.

"Did you really have sex with her?"

"And Trischa. The three of us, once." Leia smiled. "It wasn't completely my idea, but I won't say I didn't enjoy myself."

"I wish I could have seen that," Tukk said, palming Leia's breast and toying with the nipple ring.

"Pervert." Leia laughed. "Maybe if we ever see her again, the three of us can have an interesting night together. I know she'd be up for it."

"She would." Tukk chuckled. "Did you want me to stay, tonight?" He pushed his cock up against Leia's bushy mound.

"Better not. People might wonder." She sat up and tossed him his clothes. "Anyway, I have responsibilities, and don't have a lot of free time." She leaned back on her hands.

"I hear that." Tukk slid off the bed and dressed. "I'll let you handle the paperwork for the bodyguard assignment."

"Typical male," Leia grumbled, watching him stuff his green cock into his pants. "They screw you and leave you to fill out forms. Out."

"If I come by tomorrow, will I be invited inside?"

"All the way inside," she replied, voice laden with promise. "I'll open for you." She spread her legs and dipped a finger between her petals, then painted her labia with his cum.

Tukk groaned and adjusted his penis in his pants. "General," he said, saluting. Then he turned to go.

"Damnit, call me Leia," she growled at his back. "Or woman, wife, bitch, wench, lover, goddess, slut, or whatever you call the person you're sticking it in. Save the General for public. It's even worse than being called Princess or Senator."

"Understood," he replied, and carefully let himself out.

Leia lifted her hand to her lips and sucked their combined lovemaking from her finger. Then she slid off the bed and sighed. She hadn't been planning on a new relationship, but in the moment... it had seemed like the thing to do. Han was gone, but she was still a woman and still had very definite needs that were not being met.

And Tukk made her incredibly horny. He'd been in her fantasies for years now. Usually he would show up as she was being ravished by Gugg, fight him for her, win, and then she'd show him her... gratitude. It amused her how over the years, Gugg had moved in her mind from being a figure of fear and oppression to the warm-up cock for her erotic daydreams.

Humming happily to herself, she walked across the room, grabbed a power razor and a small hand mirror from her grooming kit, and then sat down on the edge of the bathroom tub. With a faint smile on her face, she began to shave the sticky clump of pubic hair off her labia and mound.

"I'm an older woman now," she murmured to herself. "So instead of being gang-fucked by Gamorreans, I'll have to settle for spreading my legs for one every night. Maybe a few times every night." One side of her snatch was bare now, still slightly damp. "Maybe mornings, too."

Still humming, the Princess-General continued to shave her bush, mind inventing increasingly perverse ways to give her middle-aged but eager body to her mate. Between this and getting the Resistance up and running, it was going to be an interesting period of her life.

The End

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