KOTOR: Choose your Path

Light Side

Kashyyyk…

Ebon Hawk cockpit…

Carth typed more calculations into the computer, calculations T3 or even HK could have easily performed. Every complete diagnostic was instantly greeted by another to keep his mind off something from long ago. Bastilla walked in and closed the door behind her, she sat in the co-pilot’s seat.
Bastilla: “Hello, Carth?”
Carth: “Yeah, hi, Bastilla.” He typed a little faster. Bastilla brushed one of her shining brown strands of hair off her face and tucked it behind her ear. Carth looked at her beauty and felt a few pains of arousal.
Bastilla: “Carth I have a favor to ask of you.”
Carth: “For the republic hero? Anything.”
Bastilla: “Well for some odd reason I seem to be only attracting women lately. Could you tell me. Am I beautiful?”
Carth: “Of course you are, Bastilla. Any man would kill for you.”
Bastilla: “I see. Well as to the actual favor. I haven’t been with a man in a while. I need your body.”
Carth: “What?”
Bastilla: “Get naked.” She stood up and removed her robe, exposing her barely-confined breasts in a black lace bra and no panties to go with it. Carth’s eyes bulged out of his head. Bastilla sighed and knelt down next to him, she undid his pants and exposed his dick, to which she immediately and mechanically started sucking like a black hole. All of Carth’s jerk-off fantasies hit his mind at lightspeed and he almost came in her talented mouth right there. Bastilla removed his cock from her mouth with a loud pop like a vacuum cleaner sucking a golfball through a straw.
Bastilla: “Does that feel good?”
Carth: “Do you have to ask?”
Bastilla: “It’s a simple thing, to stick a penis in your mouth and suck.”
Carth: “Same could be said about pointing a blaster. That’s not easy, either.”
Bastilla: “Fuck me.” Bastilla removed her bra and wrapped it around his cock, she braced herself against the side window of the Hawk’s cockpit and opened her pussy for him while looking back and licking her lips. Carth stood and reached for the lace on his dick.
Bastilla: “Nuh uh. Keep it on.”
Carth: “As you wish.” Carth approached her perfect ass and inserted his cock into her folds. Both adults moaned loudly, Carth sank in about three quarters of the way until the bunched up bra prevented him from doing so.
Bastilla: “What feels better? The lace or my pussy?”
Carth: “What feels better, the lace or my cock in your pussy?”
Bastilla: “Bad boy. Do it.” Carth started fucking her hard and silent thanks to the cups of the bra preventing their flesh from slapping loudly. Both of the fuck buddies neglected this advantage as they moaned and gasped constantly. Carth grabbed Bastilla’s right leg and threw it over his shoulder, he pushed her forward so her face and tits pressed against the transparent durasteel window.
Bastilla: “Fuck me harder! HARDER! HARDER!!” Bastilla’s love juice poured out of her fuck tunnel, coating her bra in the sweet lube. Carth stopped for a second and convulsed.
Bastilla: “Cum on my ass!” Carth pulled out and stroked Bastilla’s bra up and down his dick until he came, shooting two foot ropes of cum all the way up to Bastilla’s neck and long her back, then finally coating her ass. Bastilla turned around and removed her bra, then straightened it and put it back on, along with her robe.
Bastilla: “Thanks for the sex.”
Carth: “Any-…. Any time.”

Outside, Ravus stared with a look of anger at the Ebon Hawk, with Mission and Zaalbar at his back trading with the captured trader. Ravus turned away and started walking the path.

The party walked along the huge trees of Kashyyyk, they turned around a corner to a large platform with three Sith apprentices on it.
Sith: “Our leader has put quite the price on your head.”
Ravus: “Let me guess. Whoever kills me and Bastilla becomes his apprentice.”
Sith: “Yes.”
Ravus: “Then you kill him. Someone kills you. Someone kills them.”
Sith: “Do not insult our ways. Power must be traded. That is the way of things. If we all held on, there would be no one to hold on to. Now yours must be handed to us.” The three party members stared at the three Sith, no one made a move to harm another. Their eyes locked on the adversary directly across from them, everyone waiting for a moment of weakness. A flock of shyracks flew peacefully and lazily by the scene, obscuring the standoff from any passersby happening to watch from that angle. A shyrack made a loud howl, all three Sith ignited their lightsabers: two red singles and one double bladed purple. They ran towards Ravus’ party, Ravus took out his saberstaff and ignited it. Mission fired her dual blasters, Zaalbar took out his twin swords and ran towards the apprentices while screaming a warcry, Ravus at his side. He targeted the saberstaff wielding apprentice and slammed both blades down vertically, the apprentice’s eyes bulged as he held his staff up high and both blades crackled against the vibroblades. Zaalbar howled his angriest sounding howl, he brought both blades up and slammed them down, this time slamming his left hand blade down towards the center towards the vulnerable hilt. The lightsaber halved in a shower of sparks, severing the components on one side and turning it into a single bladed, the apprentice backed up from the angry wookie. Meanwhile Ravus held his saberstaff diagonally, blocking his upper right and lower left as both apprentices swung their blades to strike him and were stopped by his blades. The apprentice on his left reversed his blade up and struck at his neck, Ravus swung his right blade over so his staff was vertical, the two blades connected and crackled angrily. As Ravus did this he threw his body up into a semi-inverted helicopter kick that landed in the other apprentices face, sending him down to the ground. Mission opened fire on him, he rolled to face her and blocked her clumsy blaster shots in random directions. One hit Ravus in his back, he stumbled slightly.
Mission: “Ravus!” Ravus turned around and force pushed the apprentice, he slid across the floor into the Sith dueling with Zaalbar. The Sith tripped and hit the ground, Zaalbar brought both blades down into him, spraying blood across the arena. The other apprentice scrambled away from the wookie, then spun around and slashed at him, scratching across his chest and singeing his fur. Zaalbar just screamed at him and thrust one blade forward, the apprentice barely deeked around it and slashed at the wookie again. Zaalbar grabbed him by the neck and threw him, he flew over the guardrail and down to the Shadowlands below. The last apprentice dueled with Ravus, he ran forward and jumped in the air while spinning his saber in a quick circle. Ravus ran forward and rolled on the ground, he turned off one end of his saber and held the other out, striking the apprentice’s saber and sending him down. Mission fired and scored a hit on his arm, the apprentice decided to retreat and made a break for one of the platforms. Ravus got onto his feet after the roll and let his saber fly, it struck the apprentice in the side of the head and he fell to the floor dead. Ravus breathed heavy for a few moments, Zaalbar checked on Mission, Mission fixed up Zaalbar’s wound.
Ravus: “Come. We have much business to take care of.”
Mission: “We’re all wounded, Ravus. We should return to the ship.” Ravus turned and looked at her with fire in his eyes.
Ravus: “NO!” Mission backed up, Zaalbar did nothing, knowing full well the reason for his outburst.
Ravus: “…Return to the Ebon Hawk if you must. I’ll have Canderous replace you.”
Mission: “I’m not wounded, Ravus. You are…. In more ways than one.” Mission left, leaving Zaalbar to face his trial with Ravus and Canderous instead.

Meanwhile… Tattooine…

Darth Malak himself stood at the foot of his transport ship, looking over the sand scorched cesspool of Anchorhead Station. Two of his troopers walked up to him.
Trooper: “Sir, Revan defiantly was here. We have reports from the locals that he won the swoop race here under the name ‘Ravus Deparra’. He was also sighted in the Cantina and the Hunter’s lodge.”
Malak: “What word from the Hunters?”
Trooper 2: “They reported he killed the Krayt Dragon and entered its cave.”
Malak: “So… you do remember… old friend. His next stop will be Manaan, there we will set a trap for him. I will put my best men on it. One more thing, Captain. It is possible Revan might return and learn we after on his trail. Kill all that you had direct contact with.”
Trooper: “Y-…es. Yes. Sir!” Malak walked back into his shuttle to await transport. He strode confidently into the pilot seat of the shuttle and activated the communication device.
Malak: “Commander, when your men on Tattooine return, kill them immediately.”
Commander: “Understood.”

Kashyyyk…. Landing Platform…

Bastilla stood near a stack of supply crates underneath the Ebon Hawk, as she went over the crew logs and supply manifest. She heard the distinct sound of a teenage crying twi’lek behind her, she turned to see Mission sobbing slightly.
Bastilla: “What is it now?”
Mission: “I’m worried about Ra-Ravus. He’s so hurt. I think it’s my fault.”
Bastilla: “I assure you, it is not your fault, Mission…. It’s mine. I can’t tell you anymore than that but know that Ravus and I have a history that goes beyond Taris.”
Mission: “You mean in the Republic army, too?”
Bastilla: “Yes… exactly that…. Your eyes are strong, Mission. They can see things even Ravus himself cannot see… and shed tears for the same reason he cannot.”
Mission: “What good is someone who cries for you?”
Bastilla: “What good is someone who cries for no one but themselves?” Mission hugged Bastilla suddenly.
Mission: “Can you make love to me, please?”
Bastilla: “The ship is full of men loading supplies. We would have no privacy.”
Mission: “….Then let’s do it here.”

Sex Scene...

Bastilla stared at Mission, clad in Davik's brilliant metalic purple warsuit that contrasted her brilliant blue skin perfectly. The form fitting pants made her ass look as ripe as the finest fruit in summer, just staring at her asscrack alone made the Jedi wet. Bastilla stood up, she kissed the Twi'lek. She looked over Mission's should as she did so and saw two Czerka loaders staring at them. Bastilla would have smiled, if her mouth wasn't full of Twi'lek lip. She carefully moved Mission over a few steps to the left, behind a stack of boxes. She undid the latches on the warsuit's chest and took it off slowly, exposing Mission in the black catsuit underneath. Bastilla unzipped the front, slowly revealing Mission's tight blue body and tantalizing cleavage. As soon as the zipper was at its furthest point, Bastilla pulled it apart, exposing her small, pert tits. Bastilla ripped oepn her own robes and unclasped her front hook bra, then smashed her huge tits against Mission's cool skin, their nipples playing a taboo game of tag the entire time the tit flesh rubbed against more tit flesh. Bastilla moved in circles, making Mission coo as the Jedi Ice Queen's warm nipples and breasts touched her. Bastilla pushed the girl down onto a box so she was sitting, then removed her robe with a quick pull as she thrust her tits out, her perfect body curved like a strip club sign inviting Mission to sin. The robe hit the ground, Bastilla stood before the girl in a purple silk microthong that didn't even cover her pubes or her clit due to its lack of material. Bastilla spun around and thrust her buttocks into Mission's chest, bending over as she did so giving Mission a good idea what dental floss up an ass crack looks like as it tried to hide Bastilla's indecency and failed. Bastilla put both her hands on the ground to give her leverage, then ground her ass up and down Mission's lithe body. Every time she tit her tits, the blue orbs jiggled. Bastilla stood back up, swaying her hips and rubbing all over her own body as she did so. She ground her ass into Mission's lap and laid back, feeling the teen's tits erect and sensual on her back. She ground her ass in circles against Mission's trapped and aching pussy.
Bastilla: "You're a dirty girl..."
Mission: "Oh yes..."
Bastilla: "Lick me with your dirty girl tongue." Bastilla stood and put her panty clad pussy in Mission's face. Mission obeyed and pulled down the thong, then rubbed the Jedi flower of love. She grabbed Bastilla's ass with both hands and thrust her face into the same genetalia she herself had, the thought of which turned her on to no end. Bastilla moaned loudly as Mission gave her head, she grabbed on and rubbed the girl's lekku. She pulled the head tails and moved the girl up, as Mission rose she kissed and licked the lucious Bastilla, including sucking on her nipples so hard Bastie's eyes fluttered. Bastilla removed the hanging jumpsuit from the girl, exposing her fully to the prying eyes of the jungle around them. She picked her up by the legs with her Jedi Strength and positioned her pussy in front of her mouth, with Mission in the same position. They ate each other out in the standing 69 position, both girls' filthy moans censored by the even filthier act they performed as their mouths were stuffed with girl. Bastilla started cumming, she saw stars in the sky as her orgasm hit her like an atomic bomb hitting a supersonic fighter plane. Reality entered her mind, she looked up at a ring of Czerka workers standing around watching them. Bastilla smiled, Mission looked up from her inverted position at all the peeping toms... and some peeping girls, too. Bastilla let Mission onto the ground, the girl fell to her knees. Bastilla went on all fours and crawled towards her. She kissed Mission.
Bastilla: "C'mon, Mission, let's give really give them something good to watch..."

Shadowlands...

The Mandalorians decloaked in front of the party, Ravus narrowed his eyes. He ignited his saber and sliced downward, dividing one of their polearms in half. The Mandalorian took both halves of the polearm in both hands and headache swung at Ravus, Ravus backflipped up and held the saber close to the Mandalorian, just slicing into his armor and overheating it but not dividing him. Ravus landed and overhead swung his saber, then swung left to right, both hits chopped open the already halved polearms leaving them as just a few centimeters long. Ravus kicked the Mandalorian down and ran towards the next as he dueled with Jolee, he jumped up and drop kicked the warrior, then pushed off of him towards the other Mandalorian. The Mandalorian kicked Canderous down and turned around, slashing his pole arm at Ravus. Ravus slashed right to left, exactly in line with the polearm, it hit it and turned it into vaporized metal as it traveled down its rapidly dissolving length. Ravus turned off the saber with a flick of the force, the saber energy died down just enough to clear one of the Mandalorian’s hands. He turned it on again for the middle section between his hands and vaporized it, then turned it off again to avoid his other hand. Ravus’ saber cleared the hand and then turned it on and fully vaporized the left side of the polearm before bodychecking the Mandalorian. Jolee held out his hand and used his Jedi mind tricks on the last Mandalorian to convince him to put down his weapon, to which he vaporized with his saber. He pushed his hand and forced the Mandalorian to his knees. Ravus and Jolee pointed their sabers at him.
Ravus: “Why are you hunting wookies?”
Mandalorian: “We were hired by a Wookie to hunt them for the slave trade. We are within our right by contract with Czerka.”
Canderous: “They are only wookies, Ravus. Simple beings good only for slave labor.”
Ravus: “You can say that about as many of them as you like. The fact remains. There will always be the chance a handful will break free form their archetype chain and do something great. You will deny them that greatness, for the greatness of numbers in your pocket.”
Mandalorian: “We can do great things now. They have to wait.”
Ravus: “Quick and easy path…” Ravus swiped and cut off the mandalorian’s head. Ravus stormed off from the party, suddenly the ground beneath him seemed to come alive and move. He lost sense of gravity for a moment before he realized he was falling, without warning he was falling straight down a tunnel.
Canderous: “Ravus!” Canderous’ call echoed in the stone tunnel as Ravus fell faster and faster; the voice became louder and faster until it couldn’t possibly be anything but sound, then all went silent and a great pain welcomed Ravus to the bottom of the tunnel. Ravus instantly got up and wielded his saber, he looked around the small cave with only one possible exit to the south. He ignited his blue saber and the whole cave lit up blue as well, he walked through the exit. He walked into a large round room, in the center was what looked like a Star Map, but it was bigger and far older than the one he was after. It struggled to ignite, then turned on after a few moments filled with the sound of struggling ancient technology. A complete star map came up, showing the co-ordinates to a new planet. A Sith Lord’s spirit appeared next to it.
Sith Lord: “Welcome, Ravus.”
Ravus: “Who are you?”
Sith Lord: “I am a mirror. With no reflection…. Just like you.”
Ravus: “What do you mean?”
Sith Lord: “You are an animal running scared from the shadow under his feet. You have no reflection because you never stop running to see it. Even if you want to see, you can not.”
Ravus: “I know who I am. I am Jedi.”
Sith Lord: “You are a failed arrow and nothing more. Never is the day your words have not been muffled by the masks you wear. The words you say, the masks you wear, the things you think… You have strong hands, but weak arms.”
Ravus: “How so.”
Sith Lord: “All you do is push people away.” Ravus stood in silence at the touch of his words.
Ravus: “…I… I am doing great things… for this galaxy.”
Sith Lord: “There are no great things in the ways of Lions and Men. Only the things we do, which we do with great emotion. Great tenacity, as my path has done; or great piety, as you Jedi do… The woman at your side. Bastilla. Tell me about her.”
Ravus: “She is strong in many ways. The force, combat, even her mind is strong. She is good with a saberstaff and she is beautiful… but she is not blind and stupid like the other Jedi.”
Sith Lord: “What would you have said if I asked the same question mere weeks ago?” Ravus stared at him with almost anger.
Sith Lord: “To a dark and twisted place you are heading. The emerald saber will divide your heart. Your jealousy will consume you in a river of hedonism. Remember, Ravus… Ground can be retaken, men can be replenished… but time once spent is lost forever.”
Ravus: “You’re… you’re no Sith.”
Sith Lord: “Long has my soul been trapped here, unable to die. For a thousand generations I have watched you Jedi forget what is right in front you, and we Sith reject what we could easily do. Just to hurt. Dancing so far away. Where the angels fear to play. Where the sounds of laughter turn to scorn. The world is further torn. They said come wander, come wander with we. We can show you the key. I said I am no wanderer. Let my happiness be squandered.”
Ravus: “I do not understand you.”
Sith Lord: “Because you Jedi see in absolutes. There are no true Sith. There are no true Jedi. Behind those eyes, the sabers are always gray.”
Ravus: “Why do you spill these words…”
Sith Lord: “…The force spills them. You Jedi will soon fall like a pile of sienna grass in the fleeting breeze of the Reaper’s strike. Lower your shield, Ravus. See yourself as only yourself.”
Ravus: “Where does this Star map lead?”
Sith Lord: “The Emerald Saber…” A large disc of stone rolled into the wall and exposed an exit. Ravus looked at it, then back to the Sith Lord to see he was gone. He stared at the star map for some time before finally plugging his datapad into the slot and downloading the information.

Ebon Hawk Cockpit…

Sex Scene

Carth typed on the ship’s computer input as usual, calculating the million things necessary for space travel by himself. Juhani and Bastilla walked in, wearing their loose fitting robes. They shut the door behind them and instantly latched onto each other, kissing and fondling one another in lesbian embrace. Carth turned around to see Juhani removing Bastilla’s outer robe before she ripped her bra into shreds. Bastilla returned the favor, they both grabbed hold of each other’s panties and ripped them off. They caressed each other’s warm holes for a few moments before going over to Carth and sitting on their knees in front of him. They undid his pants and removed his hard tool, Juhani attacked his balls with her tongue and Bastilla deep throated him savagely, almost choking herself. Juhani reached under Carth’s balls and massaged the one she wasn’t sucking, with her other hand she put two fingers into Bastilla and curled them upwards, tickling her spot and getting a moan out of the Jedi. Bastilla signaled Juhani with a coy look at her, both of them removed their mouths from Carth and stood next to each other on their knees in front of him. They both reached up and played with their own tits, then thrust them forward, sandwiching Carth’s cock in their mountain of supple tit flesh. Carth moaned outloud and leaned back as their breasts massaged his cock with the heat of their bodies and softness of their female bodies. Bastilla and Juhani began rubbing their tits up and down, their own nipples massaging the others as they passed by each other, both women cooed each time they touched. Bastilla began fingering Juhani while Juhani held both their tits firmly again the cock in front of them. Juhani began to orgasm, as she did, she sat back and Carth lost the feeling of tits on his member. Bastilla stood up and straddled Carth’s lap, Juhani stood up and retrieved her strap on dildo. Bastilla lifted herself up, putting her pussy just above Carth’s dick. She lowered herself slowly, just about to be penetrated, Juhani came from behind and swiftly forced her dildo up Bastilla’s ass, causing Bastilla to fall and envelope her treasure all around Carth. Bastilla looked Carth in the eye.
Bastilla: “Both of you. Fuck me until I can’t walk straight.”

Outside, Ravus stared at the Ebon Hawk as another light rain storm passed through. He looked back as Canderous and Jolee caught up with him after talking to the Trader and getting him his freedom back with the evidence they found. Ravus stared at the window into the cockpit, two human female hands pierced the fog on the windows, the sweat on their palms washing away the love fog and making a small window of sin into the cockpit, a window Ravus felt he could never enter. The party caught up, Ravus lowered the gangplank. Ravus and the party walked in, weak and weary from the day’s adventures. The party went off to their respective bunks, Ravus no exception. From another bunk, he heard the distinctive sound of Pazaak dealings. He trudged over and saw Mission playing against the computer on her bunk with a portable pazaak tablet.
Mission: “Hey Big R! How’s it hanging?”
Ravus: “Exhausting. Mind if I join you?”
Mission: “Heck I was about to ask you if you’d mind playing me. Computers are boring.”
Ravus: “Yeah, and they can’t rip your arms out of your sockets either.”
Mission: “That’s why they’re boring! Let’s play a friendly game.”
Ravus: “Alright.” They played a half a dozen games, winning back and forth and not really caring.
Mission: “Hmm. I suppose the game is still boring if you’re not betting anything. Want to make it a not so friendly game?”
Ravus: “What do you have to bet?”
Mission: “I’m currently short both in the credit department and in height.”
Ravus: “Could always play strip pazaak.”
Mission: “….really?”
Ravus: “It’s incentive not to lose.”
Mission: “Ok, hotshot. Be prepared to walk naked through the halls. I’m getting the camera if you lose.” They started the game and dealt their special cards: Ravus received a plus or minus 1, 2, and 3 and a minus 4. Mission received two plus or minus 2s, a minus 1 and a plus 5. The first hand rolled out: Ravus 7, Mission 10. They both hit, Ravus 17, Mission 18. Both considered using their cards. Mission decided to try and force Ravus into busting and used her plus or minus 2 for an even 20. Ravus hit and got a 20 without using any cards, making the encounter a defeat for Mission. The next cards rolled out, Ravus 5, Mission 6. Both hit: Ravus 14, Mission 15. They hit again: Ravus 19, Mission 21. Mission used her minus one card, Ravus used his plus or minus one to tie. The next cards rolled out: Ravus 10, Mission 1. Ravus hit and got 19, he stayed. Mission hit over and over to catch up: 4, 10, 15, 24. Ravus won the round.
Ravus: “You lose this hand, Mission.” Mission grumbled as she took her top off, exposing her dark green silk bra underneath that contrasted her marine skin perfectly.
Mission: “Like what you see?”
Ravus: “Maybe.”
Mission: “You’re going down.”
Ravus: “Maybe.” Mission almost blushed but put her poker face back on. The cards rolled out again: Ravus 7, Mission 7. They both hit: Ravus 17, Mission 13. Ravus hit for 23, he used his minus three for a 20.
Ravus: “Take off those pants, Mission.” Mission stood up and quickly shimmied herself out of her pants, exposing her dark green matching panties in a skimpy thong style.
Ravus: “Aren’t you a little young for underwear like that? If you were another specie I’d be able to see your pubic hair.”
Mission: “I’m old enough to dress myself for company, thank you very much! Now shut up and play!” The cards rolled out again: Ravus 10, Mission 9. Ravus hit and got a perfect 20, Mission hit for 10, 12, 15, she added her five to keep her modesty. Another hand, Ravus 7, Mission 10. Mission hit and got a perfect 20 this time, Ravus hit for 17, then 27. He took his shirt off exposing his muscular chest, Mission stared in admiration. Another hand: Ravus 4, Mission 10. Both hit: Ravus 11, Mission 14. Again, Ravus 21, Mission 15. Ravus used his plus or minus 2 for 19 and stayed, Mission hit and got 23.
Mission: “Damnit!... Bra or panties.”
Ravus: “Panties.” Mission stood up and pushed the garment off her ass and down her legs, she bent down to get it off her naked feet. Ravus stared at her surprisingly good cleavage as she did so. She picked up the panties and stood up, dropping them in front of Ravus.
Mission: “Satisfied?”
Ravus: “I won the round, I get a special request.” Mission put one of her arms akimbo on her hip and cocked her body to the side a little.
Mission: “Yeah?”
Ravus: “I want to eat you out.”
Mission: “Really? Be my guest.” She crawled onto the bunk and spread her legs outward, Ravus crawled on top of her and massaged her young teenage body. He brushed his hands past her bra and down her stomach, down her smooth perfect legs until he was face to face with her pussy. He began going down on her, Mission closed her eyes in ecstasy as his more experienced tongue sent her to heaven. She opened up a little more as her love juice poured out, Ravus stuck his tongue inside her and wiggled it around in every direction, Mission mimicked his actions with her body as she convulsed all over the bunk while breathing heavily.
Mission: “That feels… that feels so amazing… I wanna fuck you…. No games.”
Ravus: “It’s more fun if you win it. Another game. Winner fucks the loser.” Mission sat up and took her Pazaak datapad in hand, the game started on screen once again. Both Ravus and Mission started with a 9, they both hit: Ravus 19 and Mission 18.

Mission hit for a 28. She threw down the pad and pushed Ravus down, kissing him as she did. Ravus heard and felt his pants becoming detached, then cold air greeted his expanding member. Mission’s lips left his own, then he felt the warm wetness of her mouth on his cock as she sucked in earnest. She pulled at his balls just enough o cause pleasure as she went down on him rapidly, making up for her inexperience with speed and zeal.
Ravus: “Get on.” Mission crawled on top of him and lined herself up with his saber. She dropped down, filling herself with cock flesh in a second, she gasped in pleasure. She thrust her breasts out, still confined in the tight bra, then started rocking her hips slowly, enjoying the feeling the cock made as it rubbed the inside of her vessel. Ravus grabbed her hips and started lifting her and dropping her as Mission shook her young body forward and back, thoroughly enjoying getting fucked and fucking Ravus. Ravus started slamming her down, then picking her up until just the tip of his penis connected the two in sin. He slammed her down and thrust his hips forward, then lifted her up and repeated it. Mission leaned down and kissed him again as they fucked like pure lust hawks.
Ravus: “Urhh- cum!” Ravus shot load after load of his liquid into Mission’s quiver as she continued to fuck him and refused to let him let go of either her pussy or her lips.

Later…

Ravus and Mission lay naked in Mission’s bunk, staring up at the ceiling as the patterns of hyperspace leaked in through the window and stained the durasteel light and dark at the same time.
Mission: “Do you think I could be a Jedi someday?”
Ravus: “People cannot choose such things. It is only the will of the force.”
Mission: “I know that.. but do you think? Maybe someday?”
Ravus: “…No.” They both felt silent, the ship came out of hyperspace, only to lurch and move another direction, then re-enter it on another route.
Mission: “You love Bastilla, don’t you.”
Ravus: “…Yes.”
Mission: “Why don’t you tell her?”
Ravus: “Jedi cannot care for other people in such a way.”
Mission: “So you can’t care about your friends?”
Ravus: “I can open enough so it does not create a weakness. This is the curse that was cast upon all of us and our families. To be Jedi means to be an island. We must steel ourselves always, never giving into the darkness that hides behind every set of eyes. Every faded stone.”
Mission: “And when you die? Who will be there to mourn you?”
Ravus: “When I lose my life. It will be the only thing I lose.”
Mission: “Ravus… I know you love her deeply… I know the pain you feel when you look at her. It’s the same pain when I look at you. Please… please go to her.”
Ravus: “Mission?”
Mission: “Just go… please.” Mission rolled over, away from him, unable to look at him anymore.
Ravus: “…Mission, I’m so sorry.”
Mission: “…Why is it that good people have to sacrifice?”
Ravus: “…I will tell you when I am one of those people.”

Narrator: "Ravus is torn between his Knightly duty to protect the innocent, and his growing concerns for both Mission Vao and Bastilla Shan. As time continues to change him, Ravus begins to look at both of them through a door; a door concealing a world he wishes he could experience... only to be locked by his nightmares. He is also disturbed by the words the Sith Lord's spirit told him, and ponders what to do with this alternate Star Map.

Next episode, the party travels to Manaan, where the final confrontation between Ravus, Bastilla, and Malak will finally occur. Ravus will be forced to make a sacrifice and learn of his true destiny. Meanwhile, an unforeseen enemy looms in the distance; one that even the Master Jedi cannot begin to understand. Next episode, don't miss 'The Long Road Home.'"