A Master and an Apprentice

Bastila slowly came out of her trance. Thanks to her battle meditation, the Republic fleet had been completely destroyed, with only a few scattered pieces of wreckage to mark their passing. The Sith took no prisoners in war, after all.

It wasn’t the conclusion of the battle that brought her to her senses. Rather, it was the return of her master. Her new master. Revan had gained much strength in her time away, and now she had, with Bastila’s aid, wrested the mantle of Dark Lord back from the usurper Malak. And now, with Bastila at her side, Revan would champion a new age of peace to the galaxy. By force.

She felt Revan approaching from behind, and so turned to kneel before her new master. She and Revan shared a Force Bond, making the actions of one felt immediately by the other.

“You are victorious, as always, my master,” Bastila said, eyes downcast.

“You’ve no need to grovel, Bastila, you did this as much as I.” Revan reached down to Bastila, raising her face by her chin. Bastila looked up at a young woman, her raven black hair artfully arrayed around her face. She had just entered into a life or death battle and emerged victorious, yet there was no sign of injury or even perspiration of effort on her. She wore the dark black robes made for her by the Star Forge itself, robes so dark they seemed to leech the light from nearby. Two light sabers hung at her hips almost jauntily. “Now come, we have much to do.”

Bastila followed willingly. She may one day grow powerful enough to challenge her, but for now Revan’s power was unrivaled. Bastila was happy to assume the role of apprentice.

As they rode the elevator back to the landing site of the Ebon Hawk, Revan pulled back her hood. Bastila could readily admit that she was probably the most beautiful woman she’d ever seen. Not that that meant anything to her. Revan let a smile creep onto her face; Bastila had tried everything to block the emotional pathway between them, but it refused to be closed. For better or worse, the two could feel each other as they did themselves.

But Revan’s smile died when the doorway opened to show…Carth. He was standing, blasters holstered, directly in between them and the Ebon Hawk. Bastila could see the fighter she herself had used to reach the temple on the planet below behind him. She smiled at his ingenuity, and at his stupidity.

“It was foolish of you to come, Carth. Malak is dead and the fleet now stands at Lord Revan’s command.”

“Oh, Lord Revan, now? Whatever happened to Mara Voora, the-“

“That’s not me anymore, Carth,” Revan interrupted, her gaze fierce. “You should go now.”

“Mara, or Revan, or whoever, please. This isn’t you. I’ve come to tell you that after all this, I forgive you. You can still turn back. Please. I love you.” Carth was pleading, his arms outstretched.

And Revan…was actually hesitating. Bastila could see tears in her new master’s eyes and feel the strong emotion towards Carth. But Revan, not bothering to hide her tears, shook her head roughly as if to shake off an injury. “No, Carth. It would be better for both of us for you to leave. I can’t…” She closed her eyes.

“I would agree with her, Carth.” Bastila looked on pitilessly. “The Dark Side is stronger than you could possibly imagine. Now, I have no special desire for your death, but you must stand aside.”

“Shut the hell up you miserable traitor.” Carth said, for once showing a little backbone. He approached Revan slowly.

Bastila was amazed at the swiftness of Revan’s response. Her lightsabers were in her hands and thumbed on in an instant, the red and blue blades bathing the area in an eerie glow. Bastila placed her hand on her own double bladed lightsaber, recently fitted with a crystal to make it glow red as the passion she felt welling within her. But there was no need, Revan had unconsciously begun to push Carth back through to Force.

“You cannot save me, Carth,” Bastila could feel the power welling within her and knew the moment of awe that Malak must have felt as he collapsed, gasping, to the floor. “I am too far gone now.” Was that regret?

If it was, it was not enough. Carth, pushing against the unseen barrier, came another step forward, making Revan tense, closing her eyes as they grew moist. “Don’t make me do this.”

Another step. Carth was almost to her now. He reached out to touch her…

Revan’s blades flashed through the air quicker than eyes could see. Bastila was thrown backwards as a wave of Force pulsated out from her master.

When she arose, Revan had sheathed her lightsabers and was kneeling down. Feet away from her was a body. A body missing an arm and a head.

Revan was crying, the lightsabers cast down beside her and her head in her hands. Bastila could see that this might be her moment. It would be easy, now, to strike. She glanced down at her lightsaber briefly…but knew she couldn’t do it. She knew not why, maybe because of this damned bond between them, but she knew she would not be able to harm her.

Bastila knelt beside the woman. “Come, master. You did what you had to do.” Revan threw herself into Bastila, clutching her sides and crying into her chest.

“Why…wh-why couldn’t he-he have just left?” Her words were barely understandable through the sobs that racked her.

“There there.” Bastila comforted her, stroking her hands through her hair and using what control over the Force she had to sooth her master. “It’s done now. There is no turning back.”

Bastila held her a while longer until the crying ceased, to be replaced by the occasional dry sob. Revan pushed the hair from her face and leaned back to look Bastila in the eye. Her eyes were puffy and her face was stained with crying, and she looked like an innocent little girl, not the leader of a Sith fleet who had crushed worlds on a whim.

Bastila, looking at her, could feel the Force within her and the bond between them. She had felt this way when channeling her Battle Meditation, and she felt it again now. It was a heightened awareness of everything around her. So, she stopped listening to her brain and just allowed her heart to take control.

And her lips were on Revan’s. Not knowing how it happened, not caring, Bastila pulled the other woman close and kissed her. Revan was at first too surprised to move, but soon let herself go and just held Bastila.

Their lips parted eventually, Bastila biting the lower lip softly until they were completely parted. Her heightened awareness was gone and she felt amazement at what she’d just done. But with it came a sort of relief, as if a part of her that had been kept hidden so long was finally free.

She was afraid to open her eyes, afraid of what she’d see. “I…I’m sorry master. I don’t know why I did that.”

“I do.”

Bastila opened her eyes to see Revan before her. There was no hint of anger in her eyes, or of regret, or of happiness or confusion. There was nothing. But Bastila could feel her conflict of emotions.

“We should go,” Bastila eventually said. They stood up together and looked at each other awkwardly. But Revan composed herself, and walked towards the ship. Bastila, a rage of emotions, followed, leaving the body of Carth Onassi on the floor behind them.


Once they were safely in hyperspace, they looked at each other. Revan had assumed the captain’s chair, leaving Bastila the copilot’s.

“You wanna talk about it?” Revan asked matter-of-factly. She leaned back in her seat, letting her robes drape behind her.

“Yes. I do. But not here. Come.”

She lead her to the rooms she once shared with Revan, Mission, and Juhani. Now, only Revan was left. The room lacked furniture which could shift about in flight, so they both sat in one of the niches for the lower beds.

Bastila marshaled her thoughts, then turned to Revan. “I have kept hiding them, but they keep boilding to the surface. I used to use my Jedi training to subvert them, but there just doesn’t seem to be a point any more. I have feelings for you. I used to tell myself it was just our bond, but there’s more to it than that. I keep watching you when I don’t mean to, and thinking about you at wrong times.”

Revan watched her, again with no expression. “I know. And I’d be a liar if I didn’t say I’ve thought about you as well. But Carth…” her voice wavered, but she brought it under control. “He loved me.”

“Did you love him in return?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. I thought I did. But then when I thought about him I kept seeing you instead. I blamed it on the bond too. But…you’ve just always been there for me. When I needed someone.” Revan placed a hand on Bastila’s. Bastila entwined their fingers together, then returned her gaze to Revan.

“So…what does this mean? For us? What do we do?”

Revan sighed. “I don’t know. I suppose you’re to be my apprentice. But I don’t want power, or control, or the galaxy. I just…” Revan looked down, then flicked her eyes up to gaze at Bastila. “You’re all I want.”

Bastila could feel the emotions Revan did, but she could no longer distinguish them from her own. There was a passionate love, but also a burning desire that threatened to melt her from within if she did nothing about it. So she did.

Bastila leaned over to kiss Revan, but had soon pushed her over to straddle her. They kissed and felt more alive than ever as their tongues met. Bastila had never felt for anyone as she did for Revan, and she planned to make that known.

Breaking off their kiss, Bastila stood. She began to unfasten the belt that held her simple robes on, licking her lips as Revan watched. It soon dropped to the floor around her feet, leaving Bastila holding her shoulders. She wore a dark brown g-string which she knew to be incredibly sensual. Revan stood up, so Bastila turned around to back into her. She ran one hand along Revan’s hips, the other she held in the air above her. Revan snaked her hand up to hold it and pulled Bastila’s chin back so they could kiss once again.

Bastila turned and Revan grasped both of her hands, holding them both away from their bodies as they kissed softly. “This is unfair. You’re still robed.” Revan laughed softly and ran a hand over her side, not touching it.

With a rustle the robe fell to join Bastila’s on the floor. Bastila was again amazed at Revan’s control over the Force. Revan pulled Bastila’s hand up to her mouth and began to suck on the fingers, letting Bastila let her other hand slide across the bare skin exposed. Revan wore only a dark brown pair of bra and underwear.

Revan pulled the hand out of her mouth and guided it downwards until it rested atop Bastila’s own pubic mound. It was still covered, but that didn’t stop Revan from making her rub it, at first gently and then faster. Bastila moaned, but kept going. She must obey her master, after all.

Revan stepped back to remove the rest of her clothing, letting Bastila continue to masturbate herself. She whispered to Bastila as she did. “Yes…that’s it…let it flow through you…embrace the Force as you embrace yourself and you shall know true power.”

Bastila could not have stopped if she had wanted to. She could feel the Force welling within her, her hold on it more firm as she became more and more aroused. Revan placed herself behind Bastila and let her hand slide on top of Bastila’s they both rubbed furiously, Bastila’s moans becoming more shrill.

Soon enough, Bastila was cumming, allowing herself to fall back into Revan as she felt herself orgasm. The clothes on the ground were pushed backwards as if by a shockwave, but Revan was unmoved. Bastila could feel the power inside her burst forth as she screamed, then fade away as she fell into Revan.

Revan guided her to a bed and laid her down. She was sweating, but she smiled as she gasped for air. “I-“

“Shh.” Revan placed a finger to her lips. “Don’t think. Don’t talk. Just feel and act.” She pulled Bastila up so they could kiss, then pushed her head downwards. Bastila kissed her way down Revan’s nude form, licking her perfect body. And soon, she was to the place she wanted.

Revan stroked her hair as she licked the moist clit, making appreciative noises. Bastila brushed her own hair out of her eyes as she did, watching her lover begin to undulate. She sucked on two of her fingers and twisted them into Revan’s already moist pussy, then continued to suck and lick the clitoris.

Bastila could feel Revan’s needs. She knew exactly where to touch, where to place her tongue, to make her master writhe in exquisite pleasure. And it wasn’t long before Revan’s hips were bucking into Bastila’s waiting mouth.

The lights began to flicker in time with Revan’s moans. Bastila tried to pull herself away to look, but Revan brutally pushed her head back. Smiling, Bastila continued to lick her lover’s wet pussy. And soon-

Bastila could feel it, the power of her master. Her hair stood on end as sparks shot from Revan’s fingers, gripping white-knuckled in brown locks. She was moaning so loud Bastila could hear it penetrate her very soul. The lights died, but Revan continued to cum into Bastila’s mouth.

Finally, it was over and Revan collapsed, exhausted. The lights returned. Bastila climbed upon her and kissed her, letting Revan’s tongue lap up all of herself on her lips. Bastila stroked Revan’s hair as they kissed, luxuriating in it’s softness.

And, knowing no one could harm her, Bastila snuggled herself against Revan’s warm breasts. Revan was running a finger along her back as they lay there, Bastila’s only partially nude form across Revan’s fully uncovered.

As she drifted to sleep, she knew that she would serve her master well.