KOTOR II: The Grey Side

A little aside. I'd like to thank all the people who reviewed and emailed. I like to hear your requests and try to build on them. But unfortunately I haven't received enough. This fic has only had 7 reviews in the months its been up and I've only gotten 3 emailed reviews. 10 Reviews is great, but almost all of them were from the very beginning. That means I've written three (increasingly long) chapters with increasingly little reason to do so. I write this for the KOTOR fans who want to read about the hot men and women of KOTOR having nasty sex and crazy adventures, cause, let's face it, by now we've played the fucking crap out of those games. I need you people to tell me I'm not wasting my time, here. So get your asses in review mode. I'll try to grant character on character requests if I can.


Chapter IV

A far-off, grassy and peaceful planet…

The wind blew softly and moved the blades of grass about back and forth, back and forth in unison. The humming of tanks interrupted the grass and made it shudder in almost fear as it lost its unison and moved in erratic patterns. Two huge lines of tanks, Mandelorian and Republic, locked themselves into position facing one another. Master rode on the front tank, his royal purple Jedi cloak trailing slightly behind him as he held his lone lightsaber in his left hand. He held his hand up and the infantry moved up silently, behind the tanks, he looked up in the sky as explosions made small suns in the atmosphere and the space battle raged. His communicator beeped.
Communicator: “Air support fully engaged. They will have no air Intel or support, General.”
Master: “Danny, are the civilians evacuated?”
Communicator: “We’re working on it, sir.”
Master: “Danny, no one gets left behind. I will not let the Republic be held responsible for innocent deaths when we fight only for them. Do you understand me?”
Communicator: “Yes, General.” Master held his saber up and ignited it, the tanks all opened fire and the Mandelorians a second after them. He held his other hand up and them moved it forward, the infantry poured out of their hiding spots and down the hill to the tanks below.
Mandelorian Captain: “Sir, they are sending a wave of militia at us!”
Mandelorian General: “Are they insane?! They’ll hit their own people!”
Mandelorian Captain: “What do you want us to do, General, target infantry or artillery?!”
Mandelorian General: “Call up our Artillery support, immediately! And tell all tanks to fire at the most effective target available with the least amount of friendly fire!” The laser fire made a small blanket of death across the field as the infantry fired upon the tanks, doing little but make it impossible for infantry to deploy. A small division carried no rifles and ran up while the main infantry squad put a suppressing fire on them. Once upon the tanks, the unarmed squad attached thermal detonators onto the flanks of the tanks and dismounted. They ran from the battle line, some getting caught by a tank blast, and rejoined the others and rearmed with rifles. The thermal detonators went off and both crippled the tanks and blinded the enemy.
Master: “Mortar strike! On my go signal! Fire!” The tanks lifted their cannons into the sky and fired, the special shells reached a distance and exploded into shining bits of proton energy. They rained down on the tanks with a crackling sound before exploding in an anti-infantry blast, further crippling the already heavily-damaged tanks. Master jumped down from the tank.
Master: “We’ve got a flanking force on our east side, I want two squads on that position, weapons free!” He walked forward and pointed to a tank.
Master: “That tank is leaking ammo, get it sealed with a spanner now!” He pointed to the battalion of infantry.
Master: “I want two evenly dispersed lines 45 degree to capsule the tanks and keep a suppressing fire on them. Ready, go!” The infantry fanned out into an arrow-shaped line and knelt or went prone.
Master: “What is the status on that airstrike?!”
Private: “They’re still approving it, sir.” The tank next to them fired and made a huge boom, overtaking all the sound in the area.
Master: “10 Fucking seconds, I want everyone to reload every 10 fucking seconds. The Mandelorians are pissed and they WILL take this ground!”
Private: “General, we have enemy skids in Sector 4-7!”
Master: “They’re moving straight towards us! Knights, lets move!” Two Jedi jumped down from a tank, the three of them started force-running in the direction of the hover skids.
Master: “I want an ion shell 50 meters in front of my position, fire!” A blue cannon shell fired, the first skid cleared the hill only to get hit in the front section and get a fresh hole blown into it. The ion energy exploded into white light, rendering the skids almost powerless. The ones not affected flew right over towards the three Jedi. Master ignited his saber and stepped just to the right of one, he held his saber to the left and then spun to the right once it ripped through that skid only to hit another on his right. He turned to face forward and flipped forward, holding his saber out and halving a skid the long way before landing. He pulled one of the Jedi close so he could hear him.
Master: “NO SKID GETS THROUGH TO THE INFANTRY. THEY HANDLE THE ENEMY, THE TANKS HANDLE THE TANKS, WE HANDLE THIS. UNDERSTOOD?!”
Jedi: “Yes, Master!” The communicator beeped.
Communicator: “Air strike approved!” A trio of bombers flew over the battle and opened their payload doors, the bombs rolled slowly out one by one and landed on the line of tanks and the temporary enemy camp.
Communicator: “Friendly skids on the way, ETA 1 minute.”
Master: “Hold this line for one minute, can you do that?!”
Jedi: “Yes, master!”
Master: “Don’t give up, no matter what you do. The force will guide you.” He force-ran and jumped through the air hundreds of feet forward, he landed at the foot of the Mandelorian infantry line. He took out his off-hand saber and ignited it, ducked under a laser blast and swiped the legs off four soldiers on either side of him. He jumped forward into the center of them and spun, cutting open a huge circle, then spun to his right and held both blades in defense, one over his face the other chest, blocking two shots into two soldiers. He stuck his blades out on either side of him to stop two melee-wielding soldiers, then ducked his body under another shot which went into another Mandelorian soldier. He ripped the sabers out and struck forward with his right and back with his left, both hitting Mandelorian faces, then reversed, kicked a man to his left and threw his right hand saber before blocking three shots to his chest with his left hand one. His right-hand saber came back to him, he back-kicked it into another soldier’s face and leapt forward, tackling two soldiers and halving three more. A low humming sound filled his Jedi-hearing, he grabbed his saber with the force and then jumped. Low lights washed over everything and the Republic skids blew right over the infantry, Master landed on the first one and held his saber out to deflect any shots to it. They skimmed the surface to the Mandelorian camp and fired torpedoes into it, a huge flash of light overtook everything.

A sharp pain… Another…. Blackness everywhere…. Suddenly light greeted Master’s vision.
Mission: “Did I tell you that you could stop licking your mistress’ pussy?!”
Master: “I’m so tired…”
Mission: “Ha! Some Jedi!”
Master: “I’M NOT A JEDI!!” He almost broke the chains that held him on the bed, his eyes adjusted to Mission striding his chest, her dripping pussy just in front of him through the hole in the leather outfit.
Master: “…Jedis… Die. That’s what they do. That’s where your Revan is. He’s dead. And mine is a traitor. And I’m his slave. It’s quite the resume you’re building up, little girl.”
Mission: “What do you mean yours and mine?”
Master: “I am not from this place. I come from a place Revan was a Dark Lord of the Sith more times than the Sith have fallen. He betrayed his crew, probably killed you, took Bastilla to be his apprentice and love slave, and took the Republic over. Then he left. He left us to die. And still I follow him. Because I am weak, and I cannot resist the heaven between your legs. For this life is sin, and sin leads to the dark, where you cannot see even yourself. So why bother getting out. Just sin sin sin some more. Use my body for your pleasures, Mistress, I’ve killed so many I deserve this.” Mission stared at him with cold eyes, she took the whip and stretched it in both hands like she was about to choke him with it.
Master: “How many lights have I snuffed with my destiny. How long until my light fades? Lights don’t fade. They burn.” She turned around and wrapped the leather whip around the base of his swollen cock. She jacked it off with her delicate hand and then put it in her mouth, Master’s back arched at the feeling. After hours of fucking, he was at his limit, and with a little suction from Mission’s mouth, he exploded into it and flooded her. She spit it onto his naked body and got off of him.
Master: “Why did you do that?”
Mission: “…There was a hurt in your eyes. A betrayal I’ve only seen in one place… and in many places… You’re free to go. The locks will disengage as soon as I leave.”
Master: “Come with me. We can find him together. We can make it right again.”
Mission: “You’re not a Jedi, why are you interested in making things right?”
Master: “…How do you think I fell in the first place. Come with me, to my ship, the Ebon Hawk, it’s docke-“
Mission: “Ebon hawk?!”
Master: “Yes.”
Mission: “That is Revan’s ship!... Or … at least it was.”
Master: “Then it would be very painful for you to travel with us. If that is the case, I would like to ask something of you. A job, and I will pay you handsomely.”
Mission: “Who’s the trick.”
Master: “A Jedi who doesn’t know who he truly is.”
Mission: “Bring him here and I will be ready.” She walked from the door and deactivated the sonic cuffs, Master got up and put on his robe; the only thing to survive Mission’s wrath.
Master: “Sure hope I don’t walk over a vent.” He checked his lightsabers and walked out of the apartment. He walked down the neon-light district, a blonde hooker with slightly curly hair stared at him.
Hooker: “Looking for a good time?”
Master: “You know, for the first time I think I’m not.” He walked past her, the hooker thought nothing of it.

Ebon Hawk…

Sex Scene XIII

Lonna Vash sat at the controls for the Hawk and checked through the logs, still unable to get through the encryptions and find out where the ship had been in its past life. She sighed, and looked to her personal bin on the floor. She looked at the door, then to the bin, she got up and closed the door and then took off her outer Jedi Robe. She opened the bin and took out a purple metal vibrator, she sat at the controls and opened the bottom of the Jedi female tunic just enough to access her panties. She turned the vibrator on low and just touched the tip to her pussy through the white silk cloth, she cooed and shuddered at the sensation. She ran the tip up and down the outline of her pussy, beads of sweat appeared over her forehead as she let out a gasp. She looked at the door to make sure it was closed and stood up, her heart beating a thousand times a second. She pulled the weapons belt off and the tunic hung loosely at both sides, exposing the flesh inbetween her breasts and revealing she wore no bra. She listened for anyone, and then tore the tunic off, then slipped her panties off and stood completely naked, the vibrator stared at her from the seat. She bent over and ran her hands from her ankles up her thighs, past her wide but well-filled in hips, up her chest and past her huge tits, she sighed in pleasure. She took the vibrator and turned it on medium, she slide it halfway up her pussy before the pleasure was too great and she had to sit down. She sat down softly and then rammed the dildo right in, and proceeded to frig herself with it hard and fast. Her back arched, her ass slid on the chair as her quivering legs struggled to keep her on the seat and she lost all control of her vocal functions.
Lonna: “Oh…. Mmm….. MMM….. OH…. OH YES.S…. YES…. AHHH… AHHH YESS!!” The door opened, Brianna walked in and saw the masturbating Jedi in front of her. She approached with caution and touched her shoulders, Lonna was too far gone to notice. As she came, Brianna bent down and tongue kissed her, Lonna let her in. The orgasm subsided, Lonna opened her eyes to a smooth female face and shrieked.
Lonna: “WHAT ARE YOU DOING!”
Brianna: “You were engaging in self sexual intercourse. I thought you would like another body.”
Lonna: “…You’re a girl!”
Brianna: “Yes, I am female.”
Lonna: “Isn’t anyone traditional missionary no blowjobs no bi-sexual occasionally sexually frustrated anymore?!”
Brianna: “Where the hell have you been. Even I know everyone fucks whoever and whenever.”
Lonna: “GET OUT!!” Brianna removed herself from the room, Lonna covered her breasts and wept quietly to herself. She dressed and wiped the tears from her face. She walked to her bunk area only to see Brianna on top of a naked Mira, both of them making out heavily. Lonna sighed and climbed onto her top mounted bunk as the sounds of sex filled the room.

Next Day…

Lonna woke up and climbed out of bed, she walked to the cockpit and saw a bright light in a world of dark. Exile sat down typing some useless keystrokes. Lonna walked up to him, he turned and looked at her.
Lonna: “I want to have sex.”
Exile: “There are more important matters.”
Lonna: “…I’ll suck your dick.” Exile’s eyebrow raised.
Exile: “Lonna you never do that.”
Lonna: “And I know you have long fantasized about seeing me do it. We draw one another, not read each other.”
Exile: “You’re acting strange, Master Vash. I have business to attend, business making the force whole again.” He stood up and walked past her.
Lonna: “There’s a battle coming soon.”
Exile: “…I know.”
Lonna: “How?”
Exile: “Because there always will be.”

Mission’s Apartment…

Sex Scene XIV

Mission sat on the center bed in a blue evening gown, she dangled her legs waiting for the favor of Master’s to arrive. The door opened, Exile walked in and the door automatically closed behind him. Mission stood up, Exile took in her young beauty.
Mission: “Your friend said you’d come. He said you’re blind to the ways of your own universe.”
Exile: “…Yes. I am.”
Mission: “Have a drink.” Exile walked over to the bar and poured a drink, he drank it down and poured another. Mission slipped the dress off and revealed her outfit of horizontal leather strips from her ass up to her tits with inch wide sections of naked flesh showing between. She walked behind Exile and attached one of her collars to his neck, then ripped his clothes off of him until he was naked. She activated the collar and restrained him before dragging him to the bed and attached all four of his limbs to four corners of the bed. She used her mouth to make him hard, Exile lost himself in the pleasures of her mouth. Within seconds he was at full mast, Mission stood over him and took a whip from a holster on the side of the bed. She whipped his chest, he cried out in the pain and she screamed in pleasure. Another whip, Mission fingered her pussy and cooed. Another, Mission threw her head up and screamed in pleasure as juice ran down her fingers and legs in rivers. She draped the whip across Exile’s chest and put it down, she put her hands on his torso and sank her pussy down to his erect cock. Exile felt himself push past her prostitute petals and into her womb. She sat motionless staring at him.
Mission: “You like the feeling inside me?” Exile nodded.
Mission: “You’d do anything for it.” She removed herself and sat at his side, leaving Exile’s cock dripping in her juices but exposed and cold. He nodded again.
Mission: “Even become average.” Silence, Exile thought of his lonely and hard life, he nodded again. Mission lifted her sexy leg and moved it over him, straddling him again. She sank down to the hilt slowly, slowly, inch by pleasurable inch. When she hit his pelvis with hers, she stopped and sighed, she put a finger in her mouth and sucked on it as she moaned. She put her hand down again for support and started riding him, moving her pussy up and down, massaging his cock with her female body part. She took her carbine whip and playfully lashed at his chest over and over as she fucked him.
Mission: “Ah! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!!” She closed like a vise on the Exile, but her cum lubricants soon fixed that and she was up and fucking even faster than before. Exile groaned, Mission whipped across his chest and drew blood.
Mission: “Don’t you dare cum yet!!”
Exile: “But you’re so tight…”
Mission: “I said keep that fucking rod hard!!” She pulled off of him again with a groan of discontent from Exile.
Mission: “QUIET, DOG!”She took hold of his cock and squeezed hard, giving Exile both pleasure and pain. She dipped her fingers into her honeypot and lubricated them.
She stuck them in her mouth and sucked on them, her other hand found her pussy and stuck two more fingers into it. She laid back, her back to his chest as she masturbated. She tilted her head up and looked into his eyes as she sucked her fingers and ran her tongue over them, all the while moaning like a content slut. She let the fingers out of her mouth slowly and dragged them down her neck to her breasts.
Mission: “You want this body…” She took the hand pleasuring her pussy to his balls and massaged them with expertise.
Exile: “Yes…” She turned over and slid down his body while gripping his body with her legs and arching her back. She slid forward again, licking his chest and the blood on it, up to his neck, Exile felt her lekku just teasing his chest and neck. She turned around, her ass now inches away from Exile’s face, and crawled like a cat down the bed. Mission crawled over his cock on all fours, then stopped, reached behind and angled it. She backed up onto it and felt it slide into her kitty once more.
Mission: “Ah…Mmm…” She started rocking her body forward and back, still on her hands and knees. She started moving faster, and faster, Exile could do nothing but feel the intense pleasure running through his body.
Mission: “Feels good doesn’t it, fucking my pussy? Yeah. Fill me up, big daddy.”
Exile: “I can’t take much more.”
Mission: “Oh neither can I, baby. Ugnnn… MMMmmm… Fuck!” She got off and sat on his chest again, she put his cock in her mouth and bobbed her head up and down as it pulsed in pleasure. He exploded in her mouth and she swallowed it all while massaging the swollen head with her lips.


Sex Scene XV

Lonna sat in one of the many chairs around the main viewscreen in the center of the Ebon Hawk. Starcharts and driftcharts circled through its holographic display, she looked around and around and listened but always heard someone in the ship.
Lonna: “Fuck it.” She turned the sound off and changed the tuner to a restricted channel. The holographic image of a petite brunette girl getting licked by a blonde came on with no sound. Lonna looked around again, she took her trusty vibrator and removed her outer robe. She turned it on low and massaged her panties through her skirt, her hand moved over her tunic to her breasts. She yearned to be set free, she looked around again and then removed her inner tunic, revealing a light blue set of bra and panties. She brought the vibrator up her body, past her stomach, she breathed in deep and moaned a little. She brought it up with one hand past her breasts, her other hand went into her drenched panties and then out again. She breathed in again, the vibrator went down past her stomach and her other hand went up to her breasts. She caught onto her bra and lifted it just past her dark nipples, she breathed a sigh of pleasure again, loud this time and crying out in self-ecstasy. The vibrator slipped under her panties and just a little into her folds. At this point she opened her eyes and saw almost the entire crew, Master, Mira, Brianna, Handmaiden, Bastilla, Atton, both Visas Marrs, and even the T3s were in a circle around her staring at her. She surprised herself with the feelings stirring inside her, she removed the vibrator and calmly shut it off, then stood up and removed her bra. She bent down and slipped off her panties. She turned the porno movie off and laid back onto the holotable and started masturbating and moaning again, Master looked to Atton and nodded, both of them removed their outer robes. Mira removed her red Jedi robe and under robe to reveal she wore nothing underneath but a white push-up bra and no panties. She removed the bra and ran her hands over her lover, Brianna, before removing her white Jedi robes. Light Side Visas began to leave, but Dark Side Visas grabbed her hand.
DS Visas: “Sister who is allied with the sun. It is sin to want oneself? Because right now. I want you.”
LS Visas: “Do we dare the ultimate incest?”
DS Visas: “Come into my lips, Sister. Let me feel your breast on mine.” They hugged one another and started making out. Master was naked by this point and pointed his erect cock at Lonna’s entrance. He slowly slid in, Lonna sighed in relief and pleasure at finally getting filled again. Atton stared at Handmaiden, his manhood clearly visible through the green maturkai apprentice robes.
Atton: “I’ve wanted you for a long time, Handmaiden. Master never let me have you until now.”
Handmaiden: “Would you like to feel my tongue upon your great tool?”
Atton: “Yes. Yes I would.” Handmaiden dropped to her knees, removed his robes and started blowing him. Bastilla Bot sat back and took in the increasing heat and heart rates of the mating couples. She took off the outer custom robe, underneath she wore her infamous gothic lingerie as opposed to her push up bra and panties. She started rubbed her entrance through the thin gothic undergarments. The Visas Marrs were now naked from the waist up and touching their nipples, playing with their own and each other’s breasts, squeezing and probing ever so lightly. LS Visas stood up and removed the rest of her clothes, DS Visas got on her knees and started licking her as she stood against the bulkhead. Mira and Brianna lay on the floor 69ing, each one licking the other’s pussy with the fervor of lesbian love and lust. Handmaiden lay naked on her side on the floor, Atton behind her pounding her pussy hard and attacking her firm breasts with his hand. Lonna was on her hands and knees as Master fucked her doggystyle. He pulled at her hair as she contributed to the sounds of pleasure filling the ship. Brianna sat in one of the chairs as Mira ate her out whilst on her knees. Mira placed her mouth over Brianna’s whole pussy and clit and sucked, Brianna moaned loudly. Mira sucked and let go with a loud pop, then stroked Brianna’s pussy with her tongue while massaging her legs and fingering herself. Exile opened the hatch and walked up the stairs, he walked into the orgy and stared at it for a few moments. He stepped over a 69ing pair of Visas Marrs and past Handmaiden riding Atton on the floor. He stared at Lonna getting fucked doggystyle, a few strands of hair streaked across her sweating face.
Lonna: “Exile… I’m ready. You want a BJ?” Exile stared at her. He took off his robe and tunic and his underwear. He stepped onto the table and sat on his knees, Lonna took his semi-erect cock in hand and stroked it. She looked up at him and opened her mouth, slowly moving forward and engulfing him. She closed her lips around him and closed her eyes as she started to move down and then back while sucking him off. Exile looked down at her beautiful face and beautiful body as she sucked his manhood with her sexy lips and mouth. She took it out and licked the head, then pushed it up and ran her tongue from the base back to the tip before giving it a kiss and ever so slowly putting it back in her vacuum-mouth. She slid down a few times and sucked on the way up, a wet smacking sound greeted Exile’s ears as she released him again.
Lonna: “It’s dirty isn’t it. For me to put your cock in my mouth and suck it. I’m a dirty slut, aren’t I, Exile?”
Exile: “No more talking.” He put his hands on the back of her head and pushed it back in the direction of his dick, she opened her mouth and swallowed the entire thing. Bastilla finally found her target and locked in, she walked forward slowly, swaying her magnificent ass back and forth as she crossed the room. Handmaiden sighed once and screamed out loud for joy as she rode Atton’s cock. Bastilla walked by her and stroked her left breast ever so slightly, then let her fingertips sail away from her feminant flesh. She walked over to the holo table, Master eyed her immediately, Exile was still lost in the pleasure of the only woman he ever had feelings for sucking his tool with her prude and forbidden mouth. Bastilla leaned over the table and brought one of her sexy legs up in the air for no real reason other than to seduce and turn on everyone in the room. She leaned in to Exile’s cock with Lonna sucking at the head, Bastilla extended her tongue and licked all around the middle as her dainty hand grabbed the base. She brought her painted lips forward and sucked on the hard pole, then kissed down its length to his balls. She inserted one into her mouth and snaked her tongue past the underside to the other one, which she stabbed and tickled with her expert tongue, Exile groaned the entire time. Bastilla let his captive balls go and licked with her long tongue up from his base the long way to his tip, her tongue touched Lonna’s and the two pink things played a game of tag upon Exile’s mushroom head. Handmaiden rubbed her clit vigorously as she humped Atton’s manhood for all her sweaty naked body was worth. She screamed again and fell to her back slowly, freeing Atton’s member from her pussy. Brianna sat gasping for air on Mira’s lap as Mira fingered her and rubbed her deliciously soft breasts. She looked at the unfinished Atton, and then to her red-headed girl lover, Mira nodded in approval. The two got out of their love-chair and tackled Atton, Brianna thrust her tongue into his mouth and Mira sucked his wet dick of Handmaiden’s juices. LS Visas, still wearing her eye-concealing face shroud, lay on top of DS Visas while the two kissed passionately and caressed each other’s bodies. Light Side Visas looked over to the group of Light Side Mira and Brianna and Dark Side Atton.
LS Visas: “Sister. Let us-“
DS Visas: “Join them.” LS Visas got off of the completely naked and exposed DS Visas, both of them walked to the mini-orgy the three Jedi formed. Mira went down on Atton with absolute perfection, she let him out of her mouth and gasped for air before going down on him with a smile on her face. Brianna looked up and then stood up before the two naked Visas Marrs. LS Visas kissed her and brought her close while DS Visas explored her wonderful, traffic-stopping breasts. Mira stood up and over Atton’s face.
Mira: “Careful, Atton. You’re about to go closer to touching the force than any Jedi. Sex with four Jedi women. Think you can handle it, big boy?”
Atton: “Sock it to me, Princess.” She lowered her pussy onto his face and felt his tongue explore and pleasure it, she blew a random hair off her face as her body convulsed in pleasure. LS Visas stood over his erect cock and slowly lowered herself onto it, she gasped a little having only felt one penis in her lifetime. The pain turned to absolute pleasure and her mind went blank as all the sexual force echoes washed off the people and into her mind, erasing all doubts about sex for the time being. She began thrusting her body up into the air and down upon pure carnal ecstasy. Her sister walked over to her and stuck her tongue out, LS Visas opened her mouth and captured it for another incestuous lesbian kiss. DS Visas moved next to Mira, who was on her hands and knees at this point, and got on her hands and knees on her left side, Brianna did the same on her right. Brianna and Mira started making out again, DS Visas licked the back of Mira’s neck. Atton snuck his hands under Visas and Brianna and stuck two fingers into each of their private insides. The three Jedi women moaned in-between licking and groping each other’s sweet flesh. Bastilla let her breasts support her on the table as she took Lonna’s face in hand and aimed it to hers, Lonna inserted her tongue into Bastilla’s mouth. Their tongues went back in forth in sensual circles inside their mouths while Master fucked Lonna’s hot, wet snatch. Bastilla got up onto the table and eased Lonna up, Master removed himself from her as the two women stood up and rubbed each other all over. Lonna mostly ran her hands down her sides and thighs, unsure of lesbianism. Bastilla grabbed her head and thrust her tongue deep into her mouth and removed all doubts as her heart beat a thousand times a second. Bastilla broke the kiss and held onto her face. She brought her hands to the spaghetti string shoulder straps of her garment and pulled them to either side. Gravity took over and the lingerie fell to the table, exposing her breasts. She bent down and removed the sheer panties as well, leaving her as naked as everyone else in the room. Bastilla stood back up and turned Lonna around, and ushered Master to lie down. He did so at full attention, Lonna put one foot on either side of him and slowly sank herself onto him inch by inch, moaning in pleasure the entire time. Once she was down to the base, Bastilla pushed her down until her dark nipples tickled Master’s chest, Lonna adjusted her legs and entangled them with Master’s. Bastilla stood up and walked over to Exile, Exile stood to greet her in both respects. She grabbed his lightsaber and dragged him over to Lonna, then pushed him to his knees. Exile stared at Lonna’s ass and then at his dick; well lubricated with Lonna and Bastilla’s saliva. He leaned forward and aimed himself at her ass, Lonna made no objections as he sank in. He moved slowly in at first, slowly, then one he was in started pumping. Lonna started a slow humping of Master and moaned in pleasure. Bastilla parked herself over master and squatted down, he started eating her pussy and Lonna licked at her chest and breasts. Bastilla took her face in her hands and stuck her tongue deep into the woman’s mouth once again as the two women ran closer and closer to orgasm, simulated or not. Lonna closed her eyes as Bastilla’s sweet tongue ran around and around her mouth, massaging the sides and her own tongue. Bastilla slowly broke the kiss and then kissed Lonna’s bottom lip once again, Bastilla smiled and pushed the raven haired Jedi master’s face back down to her tits, Lonna started suckling on them. Handmaiden gathered her strength back up as the pheromones, both tangible and in the force, reached for her internal desires again. She got up and stuck one of her toned, darkside legs onto the table, then hopped up onto it. She softly parted Lonna’s mouth from Bastilla’s gigantic tits before straddling Master’s chest and taking Lonna’s place as Bastilla’s fun bags. Lonna reached her arm around and massaged the thing just under her trimmed strip of pubic hair that matched her head. Bastilla took Handmaiden’s face in hand and pulled her body closer, causing their tits to touch and rub against each other. She kissed Handmaiden softly and then licked up her neck to her lips once again kiss her, this time sticking her tongue in to intertwine with Handmaiden’s. Back at the other part of the orgy, Mira now lay on top of LS Visas and made out with her while fingering through her dark hair and massaging her massive left jug. Atton fucked her pussy from behind, watching them and the pair of DS Visas and Brianna doing the same thing right next to them. He pulled out too far and popped out of Mira, he aimed himself at Visas’ opening just inches from Mira’s and slid into that. After pumping into her snatch a few times he grabbed Mira’s arms and pulled her back so her pussy touched Visas’. He pulled out and inserted his penis in between the two folds of womanhood, pleasuring both woman and himself as he slid by their flowers. Brianna decided she was too horny to wait for Atton’s cock to penetrate her, she turned around and 69ed with DS Visas. She felt a tongue at her pussy and instantly started eating Visas Marr out with her expertise. Visas moaned and convulsed under her expert lesbian organ, she started coming and shouted it into Brianna’s love hole. Brianna looked up to see Atton’s cock, dripping wet with Mira’s and the other Visas’ juices. Atton thrust forward and Brianna opened her mouth to accommodate him, he grabbed her face with both hands and started fucking it, Brianna rubbed Visas’ clit with one hand while she fingered her with the other as the cock slide in and out of her mouth. He felt himself ready to burst, he pulled out of Brianna’s mouth and squeezed the head of his cock to delay himself. He lined up with DS Visas’ pussy, Brianna spread the lips wide for him. He slowly sank in and relished the tightness of her cunt. He started fucking it slowly so as not to cum too fast as he was already at his limit.

Outside, the Toydarian landing pad manager flapped his wings as he kept afloat and watched the Ebon Hawk lurch back and forth a bit on its landing struts as moans and screams echoed out of it.
Toydarian: “Huh. Jedi mind tricks my ass.”

Inside, Atton thrust one too many times and felt his orgasm surging up his spine to pleasure his entire body. He pulled out of Visas, Brianna and Visas scrambled towards the cock and opened their mouths as Atton shot his Jedi babies all over their faces. Brianna leaned over and licked Visas face clean, Visas then returned the favor.
Mira: “Atton! You’re not done already, are you? For shame… I’m still horny for you.”
Atton: “…Be right back.” He slipped his robe half-on enough to cover his backside and stepped to the ramp of the Ebon Hawk. He opened it and walked out, the Toydarian looked in shock. Atton cast drain life and the orange beam shot from the Toydarian into Atton’s hand, refilling his health and vitality. The Toydarian kept flapping its wings for a few seconds before the helium in its stomach vented and it landed in a heap on the ground, Atton force-pushed it off to avoid anyone seeing it and interrupting the party, he stepped back inside. He let the robe drop to the ground again and walked up to Mira, who was still on top of LS Visas, licking her massive breasts. He grabbed Mira by the waist and picked her up, then slammed her ass onto the holo-table. He took his again erect cock and entered her until his balls slapped against her skin, Mira leaned her head back in pure ecstasy.
Mira: “Oh… Atton…” Atton started fucking her hard and fast the way he knew the Nar Shadda hookers liked it, he felt it was an appropriate contrast. Both Visas Marrs stood up and on either side of Mira, they both picked a breast and started licking it, Brianna walked over and bent over Mira’s midsection to lick her clit as Atton fucked her pussy.

Lonna felt the world spin around and around her, the force waves bouncing off the metal of the ship and the hearts of the force-wielders in the room over and over again as everyone sought their heart’s desire. Her orgasm raced through her body with the speed of a thousand starships and the force of a million suns, she screamed outloud and made a large force-push in every direction, hardly affecting the Jedi and Dark Jedi in the room, the T3 bots were thrown down separate corridors but no one really cared at the moment. Bastilla stared at the dark-eyed light-haired Handmaiden, she smiled as they both made eye contact. She got off of Master’s face and took Handmaiden by the hand, the two well-endowed Jedi women stood up and kissed one another. Master enjoyed watching the show for a moment, he looked back to Atton’s party and then to the sweating and panting Lonna. He reached forward and squeezed her breast hard, she winced in pain and then gasped in more pleasure.
Master: “Hey Jedi. Let’s take this one for a ride.” He made a force-push and made them both stand up in the air, Exile holding Lonna’s body with his cock still in her ass with his Jedi strength. Master moved forward and put Lonna’s legs on his shoulders, he entered her overflowing pussy again, and the two men started fucking her hard from either direction, Lonna screamed in absolute ecstasy.

Atton’s part of the orgy had changed so he was on the floor at full upright with Brianna riding his cock. Mira straddled Atton’s chest, her back to her lesbian lover as Brianna fingered her spot while riding Atton. LS Visas lay on her hands and knees with pussy above Atton’s mouth, which he licked while Mira teased. LS Visas licked her sister, who sat with her back to the base of the holo-table and massaged her tits as she was eaten out again. Handmaiden reached down from her belly-down position on the table as Bastilla ate her out from behind. She kissed the unhooded DS Visas, their darkside faces rubbing against each other in a lusty embrace. Bastilla pulled her current lover/target up and kissed her again, she locked her legs into position for tribalism and proceeded to show Handmaiden the way to heaven as they ground their pussies and clits together. Handmaiden lost herself for a moment in the pleasure, Bastilla made up for it and rubbed her clit against Handmaiden’s with even more vigor, sometimes struggling to hit her target as her simulated orgasm ran through her cyborg systems. Master stared at the beautiful Bastilla bot and suddenly grew tired of Lonna. He pulled her up off of Exile’s dick and then off his, he set her down on her feet and walked over to Bastilla and Handmaiden. Bastilla looked up at him as she moaned, Master put one leg on either side of her torso and aimed his tool at her moaning mouth, she made no objection and he slide in. Bastilla rebalanced herself on one hand and grabbed his dick with her other one as he fucked her face, she put just the right amount of pressure on it with her hand and lips and tongue. Lonna turned and stared into Exile’s eyes, a few more of her dark strands of hair were adhered to her face via the sweat that coated her whole body.
Lonna: “Make love to me, Exile.” She took him by the hand away from the orgy and to her bed, she laid down and spread her legs open for him. Exile crawled over her and kissed her, he inserted himself into her ‘proper’ hole and started pumping into it. Lonna moaned softly and wrapped her legs around him in the quiet confines of the bunk hall.

Mira took her dripping wet fingers out of Visas’ wet entrance and licked them before shoving them into Brianna’s mouth. She turned and kissed her before standing up and moving over to the pussy grinding Handmaiden and Bastilla. She massaged Handmaiden’s dark jugs and kissed her deeply, interested in knowing how the dark side equivalent differed from the woman she knew inside and out. She broke the kiss and crawled on her hands and knees on the table, she licked at Master’s balls while he throat-fucked Bastilla. He looked down at the red-headed minx and slowed down, she took one of his balls in mouth and sucked on it, he groaned in pleasure at the feeling. He took his cock out of Bastilla’s mouth and grabbed her by the waist, he took her off of Handmaiden and laid her on the table. Mira straddled her face and felt the bot go to work on her pussy, Handmaiden rolled over to Bastilla’s side and took her left boob in her mouth. Master sat on his knees and picked up Bastilla by her perfect ass, he lined himself up and attached her legs to his shoulders like a mountain climber attaches ropes. He started fucking her perfectly simulated pussy, smiling at one of his padawan fantasies finally coming true. Atton and company disembarked from their current group of positions, Atton simulated Master’s knee stance and started fucking Handmaiden while she played with Bastilla’s chest. DS Visas went to Bastilla’s right side and licked at her right side breast, LS Visas laid underneath Handmaiden and Atton and licked her pussy and his dick as they became one over and over and over again.
Atton: “Master.”
Master: “I know.”
Atton: “Soon!”
Master: “I KNOW!” He pushed into Bastilla one more time and winced, he quickly pulled out and grabbed his dick to apply pressure to control and not waste his climax. Atton did the same, the girls got off of each other and all laid down, heads touching, hands still exploring one another, and mouths open. Atton and Master jerked themselves back to climax and shot their loads, Atton less because he had already cum recently. Master, however, exploded over the group of females in front of him, covering Bastilla, Brianna and hitting Mira right in the face. He redirected and hit DS Visas in the face, as well as covering LS Visas’ hood and some of her face with a stray. He groaned and felt his power exhaust, he fell forward onto the sea of female flesh and found a pillow in Mira’s breasts, Atton did the same to Handmaiden’s knockers. The sounds of orgy within the Ebon Hawk finally ceased and the combatants rested after an exhausting ‘battle.’

Exile lay in the bunk, Lonna on top of him as she slowly rode him. She moaned softly as her hands explored his scarred chest.
Exile: “Lonna… I’m gonna- CUM.”
Lonna: “Cum inside me, Exile!” Exile winced and felt himself completely let go of everything in this world for but a second. Lonna felt his sperm shoot inside her, not worrying about pregnancy thanks to advanced birth control technologies, she sighed in contentment of being filled. She released Exile’s sore member and lay down on his chest.

Outside…

HK-47 stood outside the Ebon Hawk, he watched as the rocking finally stopped.
HK-47: “Statement. Meatbag mating ritual over. Query: Did any of the meatbags dare to mate in my living quarters? Statement: Rust haired Meatbag seems to think the storage compartment is her own home… Angered Disgust: Ebon Hawk covered in disgusting bodily fluids of every size and shape. Statement. Believe I will return from diplomatic mission later. Much. Later.”

Inside…

Exile stared at the bland durasteel of the top of the bunk he and Lonna currently occupied. He thought about these past few weeks, since the Master arrived. Things seemed so different now, his own apprentices fell to base lusts, and even he had fallen prey to the simplest of puzzles. He thought back to a simpler time, when it was just Republic Soldiers vs Mandelorians… No Grays…. No Questions… Just Good Guys and Bad Guys. When he was a Good Guy. He looked at Lonna’s sleeping form, he got up and walked naked back to the sleeping orgy, he found his undergarments amount the many discarded clothes and put them on. He looked at his Jedi Master robe and then looked away from it, he picked it up and brought it to the storage compartment. He took out his old apprentice robes, the ones he had wore throughout the beginning of his old adventure with Kreia, before he obtained the role of Jedi Master. He realized he was still the Exile. No matter how many Dark Jedi he cut down. He put the robes on, Master taped his shoulder. Exile turned to see him, thankfully dressed in his dark robes again.
Master: “Did you enjoy yourself?”
Exile: “Doesn’t matter. It wasn’t right.”
Master: “Right and wrong are just synapses in your brain, imprinted from childhood. A criminal knows right and wrong. His definition is just different than yours.”
Exile: “Love is painful, Dark one. The ones without it suffer and die while we drink it like juma juice. The ones we hurt, hurt forever. At least in combat the ones who die never feel anything again.”
Master: “…Only the dead see the end of war. Those in love still feel pain.”
Exile: “You could argue it is the more noble way to go to love and fight through the pain. In that case I am not that noble. It is why I joined the Jedi in the first place.”
Master: “…Yes… I as well… But all that changed that day. It’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”
Exile: “What?”
Master: “Deniq and Tros.”
Exile: “They’re dead. That’s all there is to it.”
Master: “Show some respect for them!”
Exile: “Respect! Why should I respect them! After what they did.”

Exile rode on the Republic skid with his lightsaber glowing just as Master remembered. Suddenly missiles and laser fire rained down on them from their flank, enemy skids crashed into them, some of the enemy Mandelorian skids ejected vibrosaws and flamethrowers to devastating effect. Exile looked to see his two Jedi were gone, the skids had broken through. They washed over the Republic skids and went straight for the Republic battle line.
Exile: “NO!!” He jumped off the skid and landed on an enemy one, he turned and sliced into the cockpit, the skid slowly lurched to the right into another, Exile jumped off to another one. He held his saber vertically down as he landed on it, the saber pierced the skid all the way through, blood leaked out of it in powdered form from the saber’s heat. Exile jumped to another one, he saw the faint glow of three lightsabers just to his left. He looked to see his two apprentices standing on two separate skids, both of them with sabers ignited.
Exile: “This line will reach the infantry in a matter of moments! Why do you stand there! Kill them!”
Tros: “I’m sorry, Master.”
Deniq: “We have a new Master now.” Exile’s eyes widened in horror. They jumped to a closer skid, one right next to the one Exile currently stood on. The three former friends now combatants stood watching each other, Exile’s single, Deniq’s single, and Tros’ double sabers glowing and humming softly. Exile swung his saber like a golf club to his right side, cutting the Mandelorian’s head into two equal parts. The skid slowly drifted to the left, bringing him closer and closer to his former apprentices. Tros jumped to the left to the skid in front of Exile, and then to another behind him. Exile looked back at Deniq, with Tros now at his back.
Exile: “I trained you well. At least I’ll have that.” He sliced at Deniq, Deniq easily blocked the assault on his chest with his single saber. Tros jumped onto the dying skid and swung both his sabers on either side of Exile’s midsection, trying to scissor cut him. Exile jumped up and flipped in the air, forcing Deniq’s saber into Tros’ twins. He landed on Deniq’s skid, Deniq quickly unlocked and horizontally swung at his head, Exile ducked quickly under it, then fan-swiped left to right to stop Deniq from swinging at his head again. Tros jumped onto the skid and spun around, holding his sabers outstretched but being careful not to cut down Deniq. Exile let go of his saber for half a second and arched his back backwards, Deniq’s blade just missed cutting his neck open and sent his saber spinning. Exile grabbed it again and held it in a knife style across his left arm as he blocked Tros’ attack. Exile kicked Deniq in his chest and backflipped onto another skid. Deniq and Tros jumped towards him, Exile force-pushed Deniq back, he skidded across a skid and onto another one, which he stuck his saber in to stop himself. Tros landed and made an overhead strike with his right and an uppercut with his left. Exile ducked and rolled to Tros’ left side, then brought his saber up on his right side to block as Tros turned around and swiped at him again. Tros’ left hand saber connected with Exile’s block, Tros brought his right hand saber up for a massive overhead cut. Exile took his left hand off his saber and grabbed Tros’ hand, stopping the attack, Tros attempted to overpower his old master, the saber went back in forth as they struggled and reached dangerously close to Exile’s face. One of the Mandelorians fired his skid lasers on them, forcing the two apart as a section of the skid they stood on blew off. Exile force pushed the ground and sent himself to another skid. He landed hard on his belly, his legs dangling close to the fast-moving ground. Deniq came flying towards him, just as he swung his right leg onto the skid. He picked he left leg up and Deniq flew into it like a spear, his moment ceased to be and he started to fall like a rock. Tros grabbed his Jedi robes and threw him onto the damaged skid, both of them readied themselves for another assault on their former master. Exile rolled himself onto the center of the skid, he wearily stood up. Both his apprentices jumped towards him, he looked as they assaulted him on three fronts, his overhead, left and right at the same time. He quickly stuck his saber to the ground on his left and caught Toris’ right hand blade, then brought it up to stop his overhead as well. He jumped and rolled his body just enough to dodge Deniq’s blade, then landed and swung at his former apprentice chopping off his off-hand arm.
Deniq: “AHHHHH!!” He winced at the pain, then felt the anger shoot through him, his eyes flared yellow. He dropped his saber and held out his hand, force lightning erupted from it, Exile force-sped a short distance and jumped several dozen feet to another skid out of the range of the lightning. His apprentices followed his move, Deniq force-lightning again, Tros used his minimal-power force pushes to try and hit the Exile in mid-air. Exile’s far superior force training protected him from touching the force in the wrong way when Tros threw it at him, but his will eroded more and more as he jumped from skid to skid. Tros finally scored a hit, Exile felt the sharp energy hit his back and push him the wrong direction, he hit a skid face-first and then went for the ground. He stuck his saber up and around the left side laser cannon, it caught on and stopped him from hitting the ground for a second before melting through it. He used it as a fulcrum before it failed to throw his legs up onto the skid, once the cannon melted off he hung by just his legs. He tried to used his saber again only to see the blade cut through the minimal armor like butter. He stuck the saber into the armor to make a hole, then stuck his off-hand into it to hold on even as the liquid-hot metal scorched his hand. He winced in pain as he brought himself up and finally onto the skid, he breathed heavily. Another force push almost sent him off the skid again, he stood up and jumped to another before collapsing. The skids started firing, he looked in horror to see they had reached the Republic’s infantry line. He crawled over to the laser cannon and stuck his saber into the stream of laser energy. Tros and Deniq jumped towards him, he directed the stream into an arc trying to aim it correctly. He scored a hit in Deniq’s chest and sent him back, he rolled over the damaged skid and onto the ground. Tros landed on the same skid as the Exile, he looked back as his friend died.
Tros: “You’ll pay for that, Master!!” Tros stabbed both sabers at him, Exile rolled to the right. Tros stabbed again cutting off his roll, Exile stopped just in time to stop his face from being burnt off. He tried to swing and cut off Tros’ legs, Tros blocked with one of his sabers and tried to stab him with the other. Exile rolled and dipped his wounded hand into one of the molten holes, he screamed as it burnt into his skin again. He picked up a hot piece of slag and threw it at Tros’ face, hitting him right in his left eye. Tros screamed in absolute agony, he unignited his sabers in his will and held the wound on his face. Exile stood up on weary legs.
Exile: “I wish I could be like you, Tros. So I couldn’t see what my apprentices had become.”
Tros: “I HATE YOU! I HATE THE JEDI!!”
Exile: “I know.”
Tros: “YOU THINK YOU’RE TOO GOOD FOR EVERYTHING!! TOO GOOD TO DENY ANYTHING!! WE’RE HUMANS, DAMNIT! NO ONE EVER SAID WE COULD BE THIS PERFECT!!”
Exile: “So you hide behind the cloud of darkness.”
Tros: “YOU HIDE BEHIND MYSTERY!!”
Exile: “I’m sorry I never said the words that could have saved you, Tros. It’s where we all are in this world. Waiting for the right words to be said.”
Tros: “DIE!!” He ignited both his sabers and lunged at Exile, Exile held his saber in his non-wounded hand and spun his saber like a fencer to parry both of Tros’ down. Tros retracted them and spun around, holding one at Exile’s head and the other at his midsection, Exile held his saber vertically to his right and reinforced his block with his wounded hand. The sabers connected and clashed, the Mandelorians started firing on another Republic line. Exile force Tros down and backflipped to the lead skid, he reached into his cloak and pulled out three thermal detonators. He pressed the thumbswitch on all three and let one go, then used to force to propel the others to the flanks of the skid force. They exploded in a sea of white light and destroyed almost all the skids except the very front line ones, Tros jumped one more time to join Exile. He spun around to hide his actions and then struck at Exile’s left side with his right hand saber in a reversal of what Exile expected. Exile blocked it nonetheless, Tros turned while still putting pressure on Exile’s block, he put his back to the Exile’s front and swung his offhand saber up over his head, going to halve the Exile. Exile quickly took his block off and batted that saber away, then went back and stopped the other saber from killing him. Tros spun around again and went for Exile’s left side, Exile blocked. Tros swiped at Exile’s feet, Exile hopped over it and pushed Tros’ saber towards his own chest. The skids started to retreat knowing their numbers would be too thin, they all arranged into a vertical line behind the leader. The second one in command attempted to shoot the Jedi, Tros and Exile backed off their attacks of one another and blocked the blaster bolts heading towards them. Tros managed to block with his right hand saber, with his left hand he again attempted to cut down his master. Exile blocked and pushed the saber back, then stopped a blaster bolt from hitting his leg. Tros then attempted to cut off his other leg, Exile jumped over it and blocked a shot going for his chest, formally his head, then kicked Tros down. The skids hit their boosters and accelerated to three times normal speed, Tros and Exile were thrown off from the wind resistance and their poor footing. They both horizontally fell to the next skid, which they bounced off of. They bounced off a fast-moving third one and Tros again attempted to cut off his Master’s head, Exile blocked by holding his blade next to his face. They hit another skid and Tros spun his free-falling body around and around while extending his sabers. Exile blocked on his right side before feeling his left side painfully slam into another skid, sending both of them up like bowling pins. Exile sliced at his apprentice, Tros held his sabers in a cross to stop him. Exile kicked both feet into Tros’ pelvis to send him back, then stabbed his saber into the last skid and held on as the booster systems failed and exploded and the skid’s undermounted repulsor lift systems started to fail. Tros held onto the side laser cannon for dear life, the skid crashed into the ground sending dirt and debris everywhere. As soon as it landed Exile went to strike his apprentice down, Tros blocked by holding his left hand saber horizontal to his chest like a bar. He struck his right hand saber towards Exile’s foot like a spear, Exile changed his footing and then jumped while spinning to the right to strike Tros hard, Tros had to hold both his sabers up to block. The skid pilot opened the cockpit and held a blaster pistol to them, Tros took one of his off-hand sabers away to calmly slice his head off, then brought both sabers down to Exile’s legs in a fake and then up to his chest, Exile spun his saber around just in time to stop it as the blades crackled against each other. Exile turned to give him more force and pushed Tros back, then rushed at him again. Tros brought either blade to either side of the Exile, the Exile calmly brought his blade to his right side vertically and stopped one, then swung it to the left side and blocked the other before swinging it to Tros’ head. Tros ducked and held one of his sabers above him, Exile kicked his face and sent him back. For a moment, silent covered the battlefield except the humming of the sabers. Exile heard something, and looked to see an extremely wounded Deniq with several medpacs stuck in his legs walking towards them, blood covering his face along with burn marks from the high speed ground against his skin. He took his saber and ignited it with the force-flick of the activation plate and walked slowly towards them. Tros stood up with blood leaking down his mouth and nose, covering the lower half of his face in the liquid.
Deniq: “No words, Master. This is where you die.”
Exile: “This is where one of us dies.”
Deniq: “Fair enough.” He rushed at Exile and pushed his knife-style forward, holding the saber over his forearm to protect the only one he had left. Exile blocked it by pushing his vertical saber forward, then spun around and roundhoused Tros in the face. He continued the roundhouse except he exposed his saber more than his leg to Deniq, Deniq fan-swiped the saber away from his face. Tros attempted to vertically swipe both sabers into Exile, Exile deeked around Deniq while still locked with his saber, Tros had to stop to avoid cutting down his friend. Exile kicked Deniq is his back, sending him forward, Tros stepped out of the way so Deniq didn’t fall onto his sabers. Tros rushed forward and made a powerful right hand swing that completely missed as Exile backed up, he brought his left hand for an overhead which Exile blocked. Tros turned around quickly and went for Exile’s legs, Exile brought his saber down and kicked Tros, Tros threw his off hand saber up and grabbed Exile’s leg. Exile tried to break free both his leg and lightsaber, finding it impossible. Deniq rushed towards him ready for the kill, Exile quickly ducked backward and threw Tros over himself and onto the ground a few feet away. Exile got on his feet and jumped far into the air, over Deniq’s uppercut and into the glare of the sun. He landed painfully, trying to regain his balance as the two rushed at him. Deniq rushed to him first and swung right to left, Exile ducked under the clumsy attack, Deniq pointed his blade to the ground and tried to pull it back and cut the ducking Exile. Exile ducked and rolled under his legs with saber ignited, chopping Deniq vertically in two. Exile stood and threw his saber, Tros was still distracted and unable to block as the light energy pierced his face and he fell to the ground dead. Exile fell to his knees and breathed heavily, tears streaking down his face.
Exile: “They were only strangers in my heart…”

The Ebon Hawk…

Master: “What are you talking about?... They died, Exile. They died because they were too weak as Jedi to protect themselves.” Master remembers himself walking over to their destroyed bodies on the ground after the successful battle. He falls to his knees and cries. He snaps back to reality.
Exile: “…They turned to the darkside. It’s why I became what I became. Master Jedi. Destroyer of all Sith scum like you.”


A little aside. I'd like to thank all the people who reviewed and emailed. I like to hear your requests and try to build on them. But unfortunately I haven't received enough. This fic has only had 7 reviews in the months its been up and I've only gotten 3 emailed reviews. 10 Reviews is great, but almost all of them were from the very beginning. That means I've written three (increasingly long) chapters with increasingly little reason to do so. I write this for the KOTOR fans who want to read about the hot men and women of KOTOR having nasty sex and crazy adventures, cause, let's face it, by now we've played the fucking crap out of those games. I need you people to tell me I'm not wasting my time, here. So get your asses in review mode. I'll try to grant character on character requests if I can.

Yes, that is the same 'aside', as the top. I thought most people would think it was the 'I don't own this crap' title block so I put it here too. So don't sue me.