"Impudent Jedi, your order is foolish to refuse these upgrades." The Kaminoan bit out through sneering lips. How dare this Twi'lek stand in the way of such a monumental breakthrough?!

"Regardless of your opinion on the matter, the fact is that the Jedi council are in control of all matters pertaining to the Grand Army-including what procedures the soldiers are subjected to during their creation," opposite the fuming aquatic stands a purple native of Ryloth, a picture of serenity, "and your 'treatments' are not approved by the council. Your methods are considered barbaric even among your fellow researchers on Kamino-as a Jedi, and as person of integrity-I cannot allow such atrocities to be committed under my supervision." Though her tone had not changed at all during the course of her speech, the slightest aura of disgust radiated off of the Twi'lek-revealing her true feelings on the matter.

"Your council is not here, Jedi. These are only your own words. If I were to speak with them myself, they would eagerly grasp any treatment I offered if it meant stronger soldiers for their war!" Purple eyes narrowed at the dim portrayal of her masters; the idea of the Jedi as war mongers!

"Ah, you haven't told them of my proposal! You're afraid they won't support your decision to abstain!"

"That's hardly the case. Overseeing the recent batch of trainees has merely left little time to relay your request." The knight turned, "The matter is settled, Lay Nahasu. You will not continue your experiments. You will remove yourself from the genetics laboratory, or we will be forced to take you into republic custody." And with that, the Jedi began to stride away from the, now outraged, scientist.

The Kaminoan couldn't believe the audacity of what she had heard. Not only had a scientific achievement that could double, no triple, the effectiveness of new troopers been declined-the kath sucker had gone so far as to label her barbaric! And the threat of both her removal from the labs, but her imminent arrest? Well...

Before the purple maiden was even fully around the next corner, pale blue hands gripped her shoulders. With almost no time to realize she was under attack, and none at all to activate her lightsaber, the Jedi's vision was plunged into darkness.

It is an uncommonly known fact, but long ago the ocean world of Kamino wasn't always flooded as it is now. And it was only after that fact, that it's inhabitants began a genetic purge to eliminate all members of their species that did not posses ideal survival traits.

It is an even less well known fact that a select few specimens of their race, through very selective breeding and genetic tampering, had obtained a rather niche survival skill-one that no doubt would have been included in their earlier crusade, had anyone who encountered it ever lasted more than a few hours after the fact.

The Jedi knight, currently up to her shoulders in the mouth of one mad scientist, is the first in many years to be made aware of such information. She is not appreciative of said revelation.

The Kaminoan in question, however, is enjoying the experience immensely. She hadn't been able to indulge her lesser known skill in several years, due to both the increased scrutiny of Kamino brought by the separatist war and just a drought of anyone trying to screw her over for scientific accomplishments as of late.

Closing her eyes as she sucked more of the hapless woman into her maw, she savored every inch of purple skin that crossed her tongue. The wriggling sensation of the Twi'lek's lekku might have been a disturbing feeling to other predators, but the aquatic native was enthralled.

But further enjoyment of her meal would have to wait. Kamino is, after all, the heart of the republic war machine-and it wouldn't due to be caught by a wandering patrol with a Jedi supervisor half sticking from her jaws.

Maneuvering herself towards the grey doors the Jedi had passed by in her strut away from the researcher turned predator, Nahasu lifted the girl over her head-allowing gravity to aid the knight in sliding lower into her lengthy neck while she made her way into the privacy of one of several recreational facilities on this level.

Ironically enough, these facilities had been installed at the behest of the Jedi themselves-upset that the soldiers they had farmed were not allowed time to rest or relax. Were it not for the recent inclusion of these recreational centers, Lay wouldn't have had anywhere to conceal herself as she finished off the last of the struggling Jedi.

Buuuuraaaaaap!

Having swallowed the woman in her entirety, the tall amphibian loosed a considerable belch-thankfully contained to the room she had secluded herself inside. The burp hadn't removed all of the air that accompanied her meal on it's way downward, but it had shortened the supply as well as tightening the fleshy sack around its inhabitant some.

"Barbaric enough for you?" Of the few expressions Lay Nahasu ever wore, none were more appropriate than the cruel smirk she donned after feeling the purple Rylothian flail in panic after her taunt.

"I thought Jedi were supposed to maintain a placid demeanor, even in the face of certain peril? I suppose you were only for show then." Her grin only widened as the convulsions inside her grew more frantic and forceful as she continued to tease her food.

Briefly turning her attention away from the mass in her stomach, Lay took stock of which of the recreational rooms she had actually ended up in. The scientist quickly discovered that she was in one of the indoor pools of the complex-not that you had to be a scientist to make that observation, the massive rectangular pit and accompanying furniture made that quite obvious.

It's actually quite astonishing that she was the only person visiting at this hour-of the many centers, the pools were the most frequented. Nahasu didn't see the point, really; they lived on a planet almost entirely covered in water, there was no shortage of it if the clones were so desperate to submerge themselves.

At any rate, having firmly secured the room under her personal passcode-Lay was free to recline in a nearby pool lounger and continue enjoying her rather aggressive assurance of continued employment.

Inside the pale Kaminoan, the Jedi was having a less pleasurable experience. Ideal survival traits included a well versed digestive system, and said organs were making short work of her.

'It's not fair... I did everything the council asked of me, I only told her what she would have heard anyway...' A rising anger began to build inside the young knight as her thoughts continued.

'I only wanted to do what was best for the soldiers under our command! I carried out my responsibilities and she murdered me!' White hot rage, as potent as the acids surrounding her burned through her conscious. Gathering as much of the force as she could manipulate in her already weakened state, the Jedi pushed with all her might!

Outside the sweltering organ, Nahasu was contemplating another tirade of insults while she groped and rubbed at her stomach when she suddenly felt an immense pressure begin to build within her. Looking downward, her belly bloated and swelled as the force user gave in to her suffering and attempted to explode her captor from the inside.

The rapidly advancing force suddenly reached its peak!

BOOOOOOOAAAAAARP!

A immense belch, stronger than anything any of Lay's previous meals had ever produced, erupted from her lips! Thankful once more for the room's soundproofing, Nahasu inspected her stomach: No longer as bloated as when the Jedi had tried to detonate her, it was still very large. The individual inside, however, had ceased struggling-her power spent, and will broken, from her failed attempt to kill her assailant.

Not only had she been utterly defeated, she had given in to her darkest impulses. If she wasn't already doomed, she would have been thrown out of the order for falling as she had. Her life had become worthless.

Lay took this as a sign to relinquish her attentions, and prepare herself to nap through the long digestion ahead. Even with such a well trained system, an adult humanoid is still a rather large amount of food to process-and it would be several hours before she would be reduced to a state in which the Kaminoan would not draw any undue scrutiny.

Slapping her three fingered hands over her gut a few last times for good measure, she reclined further into the rubbery pool chair and dozed off.
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(2 hours later)

A thick ball of... something, at the back of Nahasu's throat woke her up only a few hours into her rest. Sitting up fully in her seat, she brought a hand to her breast and began to hack up whatever was caught in her throat.

The wet splatter of soaked fabric on the formerly pristine white tiles revealed the obstruction to be her meals clothes. Tight shorts and a leather top, while digestible, didn't hold anything of worth to them-and her body had apparently decided to be rid of them now, rather than wait until she arrived in her private quarters later that night.

Shaking her head at the small pile, Lay decided to inspect how much progress her meal had made. Grabbing her gut with both hands, now only around half as big as it had previously been, she shook the soft globe lightly-listening to the sloshes and glorps of rolling stew inside.

Smiling to herself, satisfied, Nahasu reclaimed her spot on the chair and went back to sleep.

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(3 hours later)

When Lay Nahasu awakened next, her Jedi rival was nothing more than a fat potbelly, meaty thighs and a couple of extra cup sizes. Taking the time to appreciate this, and be annoyed at her busted corset-Lay made sure enjoy every aspect of her enemy's destruction-from the newly acquired gains, to incinerating her soaked clothes, to a rather special souvenir.

As she made her way out of the pool room, Nahasu looked to the silvery lightsaber in her right hand. She had always desired to experiment with the traditional blade of a Jedi, and eliminating this one had proven to be beneficial in more ways than one!

She was quick to hide the weapon when two clones began to approach her from further down the hall.

"Ma'am," the first began, once they reached her position, "we've been sent to look for Tal'Grua, our supervisors been missing since this morning-has she been through your labs today?"

"Yes, she was here earlier. She left a few hours ago, but," Her cold smirk once again reappearing on her chin, "she told me to inform you that my new conditioning plan will be enacted immediately on the next batch of clones. She just relayed this to me before leaving."

"Leaving, ma'am? We weren't informed of this-"

"Ah, yes. She said she had been recalled for a special assignment, the council has already been informed-but I'm afraid there wasn't any time to tell anyone here."

"Yes Ma'am. We'll let them know to have them send someone to replace her." Brushing past the shinies, the plumped up Kaminoan held back a laugh as she followed the memorized path back to her quarters.

It seemed she wouldn't even have to fabricate an elaborate plot to remove the trail, the stupid Jedi really had made this too easy!

~grrrrrrllll

Though, as she quickened her pace, the lurid groan issuing from her middle might suggest otherwise. Of course the damn purple bitch had to get the last word in. Hopefully the plumbing in her personal quarters would be able to handle arrogant Jedi as well as her guts had!

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Well. That description ended up being longer that I thought it was going to be! Still on a Star Wars kick, at least for now.

Hopefully I managed to get right how much of an utter bastard most Kaminoans are with this one. Admittedly, they don't appear very often in the series-so it's kind of hard to write about them, but I think this is good enough at a far off glance.

Hope you enjoy, let me know if you want to see more of this, etc.

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