Beloved Creation

So, I have finally completed a Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic fanfic!

My boyfriend had lent me this game and the second, and let me say, did I become really into it! I loved the idea of creating your own version of Revan and the Exile and the choices you could make during the game.

And naturally, with the weird crushes I get, I became really into HK-47. He's uber sexy...

So that leads me to this fanfiction. An idea of why Revan created him and how it ensues. I noticed Revan may be a bit out of character, but then I realized Revan is who you want him or her to be so it works out either way. HK-47 I tried to keep in character as much as I could.

This story plays out a bit differently where I make actually Revan fool everybody that she made the Jedi Order believe they wiped her mind, when in truth she could remember anything.

Also, I didn't realize till when my boyfriend told me that I could have Juhani as an ally, to which I had killed her off, but I felt it works out better this way. The story is based a bit on my experiences through the game.

So there is lots of robot sexing! I've seen some minor HK playing with female fics, but not an actually pairing so I hope some of you like it! There will be a sequel as well!

Hope you enjoy!

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I sighed as I gazed out into the blackness that was outer space, the different stars and constellations twinkling around my ship, giving slight light around us but not enough distraction to keep me impressed.

To be honest, not many things kept me impressed, especially when having to play a role that did not suit me but was needed to gain trust of many simpering fools and to set my plans into motion. Ah, how I loved to play with other people's brains. It bodes well being in the dark side, but I'm sure those light headed Jedis find amusement in it as well, even if they don't admit it.

I snickered, reflecting on the past memories that went through my mind, my plan falling perfectly into place.

Those Jedi fools actually thought they could reconstruct my memory, give me a new identity... true that my mind was damaged, from my wonderful apprentice's treason, but that too I expected. It is common knowledge for the Sith apprentices to try to surpass their masters, but it was very foolhardy of Malak to do so with me. I thought he would have learned from the last time he tried to strike me down, only to have his jaw hacked off. It was quite amusing to hear his screams, which was quite a feat when one was missing half their mouth. If only he knew the results of his actions he had done this time around...

And that pesky Jedi Council. I played along, knowing what they were doing to me even in my unconscious state. I made it seem that they were erasing my memories when in truth I hid it deeper into the dark depths of my mind and made them think they created a new persona for me, when in truth I created it myself.

Oh it was annoying to play the part, but I needed to gather more power, more knowledge... even more... allies. Malak, for a fool that he was, indeed had grown far more powerful. I could sense it faintly though the force that ran through my veins, no matter how far I was. I was impressed and gave him credit for how far he came though I would never state it to him. His ego is large enough right now, no need to stroke it more unnecessarily.

I had done well to play the fool to what I truly was, convincing my allies to trust me, though I still played with their minds at decisions that were deemed foul play, whether using my powers to not pay docking fees or persuading others to give me a better deal when in return I gave little to nothing, or information or to simply not aid those in need. Bastila was definitely one who was against those decisions.

Heh... Bastila Shan. The Jedi who had bested me, if not inadvertently with the help of my ex apprentice. She alone in the beginning knew of my true identity after the council's meddling. I wonder how hard it was for her to see how I slowly started to act like my original self, even though she thought I was cured of my past. It was no wonder as to why she kept prodding me, to see if her master's work was still intact. I knew she was worried of the visions we both shared. I was not surprised; whenever I was near her I knew she was worried, and scared, and fear would lead her off her foolish path of light. It was quite apparent, at least to me, that she wouldn't remain a Jedi for much longer. How easy it was for I, and even some of the others, to get under her skin. The way she reacted, it was no doubt that her resolve was falling apart. How I longed for the moment to fully crush her... one could say it as a way of thanks for what she did to me... but I was grateful in a way. Without her interference, I wouldn't be on my way to become more powerful than I already was.

In truth, every one of my allies played a role to my scheme, some more apparent than others. I did need them, even if at times I wanted to so desperately discard them away.

That old ex-jedi hermit, Jolee Bindo, who pushed his way into my team from when we searched Kashyyk for the Star Map. A very annoying old man whose neck I wanted to snap the minute I Iaid eyes upon him. I knew he wasn't too thrilled with me either. Our fights could prove... entertaining at times and tiring at others. But he was skilled in baffling others with his mind tricks, if not baffling himself with his pitiful memory. With him also being a grey Jedi, neither with the light nor the dark proved useful either. A neutral forcebearer came in quite handy, and was also easily disposable once his uses ran out.

One other Jedi I had run into proved to be a potential ally. Her name was Juhani and I encountered her while playing along with the Jedi training on Dantooine. On our way to scope out what caused the corruption in the grove and with all the numerous Kath Hounds, it turned out to be her. She had slain her master and fallen to the Sith. Though she successfully stopped my teammates from attacking, she was easy to deal with. Talking with her a bit, I could sense a form of regret from her actions for becoming a Sith but at the same time felt she couldn't go back to being a Jedi either. This disgusted me. For a force bearer, you either become one with the light, the dark or none at all. But this girl felt she could be both... and that alone was her downfall. She was weak and I didn't need anyone like that working for me. To this day I have no qualms of slicing her open and pouring out her blood onto the grove.

My other non Jedi teammates had their uses. Mission Vao, a blue teen Twi'lek who was handy at slicing anything technological tagged along after I helped her big furball of a carpet friend, Zaalbar. She had implored for my help when her friend was kidnapped by Gamorreans. At the beginning I wasn't too sure on why I helped, but with how easy I could sway their minds, they were perfect slaves to my plans, especially the Wookie, having given me his word in a life debt. I could get him to do anything I wanted, even kill his friend. Towards the end I know I'd have to. She was innocent but not totally stupid. I would force her to her limits when the time was right. As for the walking carpet, I'd dispose of him soon after the girl would be dead. Just pawns in my eyes.

T3-M4, the astromech droid we picked up on Taris from that Twi'lek's shop was more use then the majority of my teammates combined. Droids. Programmed to serve, forever loyal and faithful. Never going to stab you in the back. They do their task as efficiently as possible, usually succeeding. They also have their own personality, though the majority of people never really see this fact and give them frequent mind wipes so they don't misbehave. They only view droids as slaves... I never once did. They are far more superior to us in many ways... some never see it. Nonetheless I treat the little droid quite well and even if he is programmed to obey me, I know he respects me for it.

Another useful companion is the Mandalorian Canderous Ordo. Though I have killed many a Mandalorian in the past, I never hated them. They were masterminds on the battlefield and their actions always held me in awe. So skilled with any weapon, any machine, effectively taking over numerous worlds, never holding back on how they do their missions. They have emotions, but they aren't controlled by them. Honour, the lust for battle, to fight your opponent to the best of your abilities... its a shame that those that remain hardly go by that anymore. Most of them, but not Canderous. Though he worked for that idiot Davik, he wanted more. Exciting battles, the thrill of fighting for your life again. That I could provide for him, and in return he was quite loyal. He wasn't as simpering as the others, his mind not weak. I didn't want to break him, nor did I want to discard him. He was a useful ally to have at my side and strangely enough, he felt the same of me. I felt honoured of how he would speak of Revan, though he knew it was not me, that she was a valiant opponent, that he never hated her, how none of the Mandalorians did, but how they all admired her. I'd never be foolish enough to toss him away.

Carth Onasi... a man with many problems and many regrets. He was decent enough in the beginning, a good fighter and all, but he was a man with a long past. I'd prod him for it, twist the words he'd tell me, and twist his heart. He, like Bastila, was easy to make squirm. If he could use the force, he would of easily have fallen to the dark side. He was also very weak minded, but to give the man credit, not as much as that fool Juhani. He had concerns, worries, fears, like many people do, and at times he did a good job to keep them at bay, but when he couldn't... it was pitiful really.

It also became apparent that he was showing a deep interest... a deep... concern for me. In the beginning he flirted with me, and depending on my mood, I would toy with him or shut him down. But I knew his feelings for me were growing, no matter how cruel I would be towards him. He was worried, afraid of what I'd become, of what path I'd take, though he didn't know that it was already taken.

Anyone who was paying enough attention could tell of his interest in me, no matter how hard he'd try to keep it concealed. I could force him to tell me if I really wanted to, but I had no interest in Carth. I had no interest in any guy really...

... or in any human.

I bit my lower lip, clenching my thighs slightly as the thought of one being crossed my mind. One could say that this being was my one weakness... heh, if only the others knew...

HK-47.

That day, when I went into Yuka Laka's droid shop to inquire about a protocol droid did I stop and stare at the mechanical being at the end of the room.

Bright red hued photoreceptors, a bronze red metal body, sturdy alloy limbs, the mechanics of this being still pieced together beautifully. His head shifted from side to side, but stopped as he analyzed me. He didn't recognize me that day, but I did. I could recognize him in a sea of droids.

After all, I had created him.

During my previous reign of power, I was quite aware that there would be a time of betrayal. I could feel the growing ambition within Malak and knew one day he would want to claim my power... and who knows who else would.

So I constructed a droid, but not just any droid. A Hunter-Killer assassination droid. It took me a month, locked away within the droid facility of my base, I refusing to see anyone, even my apprentice who had grown so confused... even lost. As ambitious as he was, he still depended on me then and I knew he wasn't foolish enough to strike when he didn't know much.

HK-47 was unique. His chassis body was resilient to many forms of pressing damage, whether from melee weapons or those from a blaster. He could lift any heavy object, nearly up to three times his weight. I downloaded many different forms of combat and assassination protocols into his behavior core, especially combat maneuvers against Jedis, along with the standard protocol droid information so that he could disguise himself. I installed a learning capability, so that he could always upgrade his abilities, ever learning, ever becoming more efficient. His reflexes were far superior than any human's or alien's. I installed a homing beacon inside as well, should if anything happen to him, were his mind wiped or if he did so himself, whenever he was back with me, all his memories would come back. A safety feature for both of us, for if he were ever to be captured by the Republic, he would give away nothing of my whereabouts, or other pressing information. Not even the most skilled mechanic could withdraw his memory core that contain information about me.

I installed numerous abilities into him, now looking back upon it there are too many to list. And some of them... I'll admit... I installed for my own uses, though in the end I never did use them.

As for his behaviour... I made him cold, cruel and calculating, finding pleasure in slaughtering others. With the exception of the master he serves, he has no regard for life, wanting to crush it all. As for the rest, I left that up to him when I turn him on. Some would call this weird, but if everyone could program those around them to their liking, they would get bored rather quickly. I felt that droids at times were superior to us and I wasn't going to limit my creation by my species limitations. In a way this droid surpasses even me, if I didn't have the force flowing through my veins. Droids were lucky on the fact that they weren't held back by their emotions, if they were programmed to have any. When it comes to a kill, even Sith sometimes falter. I did once... but this assassination droid never will.

Finally, after a month of strenuous labour I exited the droid facility with my new creation. Malak was waiting right outside the steel doors with an irritated look displayed upon his hardened, tattooed face, just as I expected he would. It was obvious with the way his eyes roamed over my droid that he found what I had busied myself with for the past month was a total waste of time, that one such as myself didn't need a droid walking around with me. True there were plenty others, as he stated to me so crudely but I only replied back that this one was different.

HK-47 had too been analyzing my young apprentice and when Malak took notice of this, he asked the droid what he though of him and the statement that my droid gave still made me smile to this day.

"Statement: Such an irritating organic meatbag that the master has for an apprentice. Shall I dispose of him for you master?"

The look on Malak's face was priceless and I couldn't help but laugh. My apprentice was demanding if I programmed that into my new droid to irritate him but all I could do was shake my head, still doubling over in laughter. I've too only just started to really meet my droid, even with having worked on him for a month, but I already liked him a lot. I ordered HK-47 to forever use the comment of 'meatbag' with any organic that he spoke with. He was happy to comply.

During the following months, HK-47 had proved himself countless of times that he was a valiant combatant and succeeded in every single command I deployed. He hardly ever returned damaged and even when he did, it was only minor components in his system that had been disabled and those never impacted his assassination protocol. I was very impressed and even surprised at times, as was my apprentice.

Though it seemed to have started off on the wrong foot, HK-47 and Malak had gotten along quite well. My droid liked my apprentice for his brutality and efficiency in killing people where as Malak enjoyed the fact of someone who slaughtered as much as he and myself and that he could have a decent conversation of how many different ways there was to slaughter someone without the other person getting squeamish. He could have those discussions with me but I concentrated more on his training and it wasn't all about killing.

HK-47 still would call him a meatbag to get under Malak's skin and one would assume that my apprentice would finally become accustomed to it, yet he always seemed to react to it one way or the other. It was quite funny really.

I had also started to know some changes in myself, some I knew were to come but not as... forthcoming as I thought they would.

Everytime I saw the Hunter-Killer droid slaughter so many people efficiently it made my whole body go hot. I could get lost in the way he handled every situation, never stopping, never pausing, never being distracted, even if the odds were three to one. He was the ideal killer and that just made me sopping wet every time I'd watch him. That almost got me into trouble a few times, to which the object of my desire rescued me from my dilemma, querying if I was still functional and if there was something wrong, to which I denied and that I was just testing him and he would get so pleased everytime I said he passed. Malak would certainly be jealous of how much praise I was giving my droid.

No one knew, not even my apprentice, of my fanatic, lustful fascination with droids. Malak had never questioned why I never allowed myself to get attached with other organics for he too rarely did and if so, in the seclusion of his chambers.

I had only been with organics sexually on a couple of occasions years before and I never found pleasure in it. Not with a male or a female. It didn't matter whether they were human or alien. It did nothing for me.

But droids, that was a different matter. Feeling the cold metal against my bare flesh, the wires wrapped and coiled around my limbs, their hard structured appendages within me. It made me salivate each time.

Of course it wasn't common knowledge for droids to have sexual parts or to participate in sexual acts. The majority of species would state that's not what they're meant for. Even most that would be ordered to do so would not know what to do or state that it wasn't in their functions.

But still there are a few creatures out there that share my taste and at times, I would go on my own, hidden in the shadows, not being able to be found unless I willed it. I would go to those select few shops and would rent some of their droids and would commit so many hours to undenying pleasure. Even reflecting upon it now still brought back good memories.

But it wasn't enough. Those droids only knew the functions of sexual acts. They knew nothing of battle, of death... not like my HK-47.

That's what I wanted in a droid. To be ruthless, intelligent, witty, destructive and very well adapt in all forms of sexual activity. I wanted to battle with a metallic being to which I couldn't detect their next moves, always in the element of surprise, getting the type of ecstasy I couldn't from any mortal.

And so I programmed those abilities into HK-47, along with the extra parts that he needed during our acts. However, until I activated that ability within him, he did not know he had them. I could of easily programmed him to accept that part of his function, but at the time the need for protection was more important than pleasure. It wasn't that I was paranoid that I would be overcome, but I still couldn't be too careful. I was still one that took precaution over play.

Yet I wanted to see how he would react to that function. He was so unique, nothing like any other intelligent droid. Not even like any assassin droid I met. No one could compare to him. It was as if he was really alive, in the organic sense, but not. At times even I found it hard to explain, even with being his creator, but either way, I wanted to see his reaction.

Adventually the time came that I could wait no longer. I was even starting to show signs of it, though HK-47 and Malak never really picked up upon. My apprentice was indeed curious to my weird reactions, how I would sometimes remain rigid while leaning against a surface and breathing somewhat heavily. But he mistook it that I may be turning weaker when in truth I was trying to stem the flow of aching need pooling around my vagina.

As for my assassin droid, he believed I was becoming ill and kept on insisting, and at some points in a rather forceful way, which did not help the matter for me, that I should go to the medical bay immediately. I kept on waving it off but my droid would continue on hounding me, purposefully following me when I didn't require his assistance to make sure I'd be alright. That too made me squirm on the insides.

One night I summoned HK-47 into my chambers. He said nothing when the doors locked themselves behind him, believing that it was an important matter I was to state to him, like a new target to assassinate or a mission to retrieve something very valuable. Though of course it was none of those things.

I beckoned him closer as I stood from where I sat on my bed. I was already starting to grow wet from his close proximity. It was amusing really that, always quick action and cool in every dangerous situation I was in could not start off what I wanted to do here. There was no point beating around the bush though. HK-47 was one who liked those being straight forward and I wasn't going to deter from that way.

With one word, I activated my droid's knowledge to the final function in his body that before this day he was unaware of, believing that he never had it, that he already was complete.

The reaction that he gave was not what I expected. Surprise was there, yes... but anger as well.

He was furious with me. Down right enraged. If he were human, his face would have been red, though not that he already was anyway.

He was astonished that one, such as himself, was created for a purpose of sexual activity. I told him that was not his prime function but he retorted that it apparently would have been.

Unknown to me, HK-47 had already delved into the research of my kind, though he had already extensive information on every single known species in the galaxy.

When he had come upon the information on sex, which he had for reproducing but not for pleasure, he found it downright disgusting and weak that organics would revert to this. It had no purpose and just picturing the various different images was disturbing in itself.

Also the fact that he had the abilities to act sexually disturbed him far more, not only picturing the fluids of another on his flawless frame, to be soiled in such a demeaning matter but that I, of all people, of the one he admired greatly, the one that created him, the one that had a bloodlust as great as he would do this to him. To him at this moment in time, I was no better then any other meatbag.

I was quite taken aback and... yes, I'll admit, hurt that he felt this way.

In truth I could order him to take me, to do what I want. And he had to comply. That was the prime directives of all droids, to follow their orders from their masters, and if they had none, then their own orders, the ones that were instilled to their memory core.

But I was unlike those that treated their droids as slave workers. I respect them, even the ones that did the most basic of tasks. And as much as I wanted my Hunter-Killer, I could not... would not do this to him. He would never forgive me if I made him do this against his own will. No matter what other organics would say, droids had their own wills. Perhaps they never really notice but I did and that's all that mattered. I never backed down from however I felt, even when others questioned me. And those who did, usually died in the most painfulest way ever.

I apologized to my droid, even when my body demanded otherwise. This did surprise HK-47 out of his anger, if for a moment. I told him to leave me after, which he did, most willingly on his part. I didn't even bother pleasuring myself after he left, I felt as if I didn't deserve it.

It was quite funny, really, that the Dark Lord of the Sith, the most powerful being in the entire universe felt guilty for installing components in a droid for sex. But I did. I even contemplated on having them removed from him, but felt that I shouldn't even touch him now. If there were a need for repairs, I sent him down to the droid facility. He seemed pleased with that.

Actually, after our meeting, he seemed pleased with anything that didn't touch the lines of intimacy. I was very careful with what I did around him. Malak took no notice, feeling that I finally viewed my droid as any other. That what I was going through what just a phase of fanaticism on my own genius.

HK-47, however, took notice on my actions. Around others, he didn't treat me differently as he did before that night. He mentioned nothing of what I tried to do either. In his directives, unless I ordered him to do so, it was a personal matter of mine and should not be discussed with others. He still did all my tasks as willingly and efficiently as ever and I would watch from afar, feeling hot and yet cold at the same time.

A few weeks after the incident I called HK-47 to my chambers again. I knew he was very wary being in my room this time around. If he were a human he would of flinched after the doors locked behind him, but he wasn't. He was stronger than that. Stronger than me. He expressed no fear as well as no weakness to minimal desires.

I explained to him that there was a target out in Mandalorian space that I wanted terminated. It was to be a most dangerous task and I knew that only he could do it. HK-47, as always, was up to the task and that he would get it done, like all of his others. Upon asking when I wanted him to leave, I stated immediately. He nodded and as he turned to leave, without stopping myself, I blurted out the words to take care and be safe.

He paused at this. I was expecting a comeback, even a crude remark. He never said anything rude to me, with the exception of the previous night he was here. However he actually thanked me for my concern but stated that there was no need for he'd be alright. And with that, he left.

That was the last time I saw him. Months had passed after that meeting, almost close to a year. I thought that he was neutralized and it saddened me greatly as well as anger me. Malak thought I was just angered by the fact that he was my creation, a birth from out of my genius, but no, HK-47 was more than that.

I had debated on finding him, but during the time, what with the war against the Republic, I couldn't afford to abandon my troops, though I cared nothing for them. Yet I did have a mission... and I was to succeed it, even when another part of me deep down screamed otherwise.

I knew I had feelings for the droid, but the extent of those feelings I am still unsure. I knew I had to be careful. Passions were important to a Sith but anything that was close to the lines of love was... dangerous. Whatever it was I knew only one thing. That it wasn't just lust that I craved from HK-47.

After that acknowledgement, though I still felt that it was wrong, and it took a long time to come to it, of him being destroyed, I was engaged in combat with Bastila and the other Jedi, as well as the attack from my apprentice. And thus the rest is history.

I had thought about searching for him while on my quest, or searching for some proof that he was indeed destroyed, but I knew that it would prove odd to my companions, though I cared nothing of their opinions. But my plan had to fall through and it surpassed my need to find the assassin droid.

Even if I were to find him, if he was still intact and functional, he would see me as Revan, the identity I was and not the identity I was taking at the moment. There could be many excuses to cover it, but it was still a risk and I couldn't try anything, especially not now.

But things did not turn out that way when I was in the Ithorian's shop, gazing upon the assassin droid. I had asked the alien different questions about the droid, to which Yuka Laka did not know much, to which I wasn't really surprised. He said he tested a few of his abilities and that the droid worked fine in forms of translation as well as combat but to what extent was unsure.

Trying to keep my excitement at bay, I had approached HK-47 and questioned the droid. Just hearing the sound of his voice, after so long, flooded my senses with pleasure. How I had to hold myself back completely...

It turned out that my droid did indeed not recognize me, which wasn't a surprise. He must of had various different masters and if they had died or were murdered he would immediately shut down and wipe that information from his memory core.

But I knew that homing beacon was still active in him, if being dormant at the moment. Once I state to him who I really was he would remember everything... including that night.

I didn't want to lie to droid... to my prized creation but the guilt, though for a long time had been quelled, returned at full brim from seeing him here. I couldn't tell him who I really was... at least not now. The time wasn't right.

HK-47 was thrilled that I was going to purchase him, wanting to desperately get out of the shop. He had been silent when two moisture farmers inspected him, but upon seeing me he knew that I would bring him a lot of... action. He had also told me of the worth that the Ithorian wanted to sell him for and if the alien knew how much the droid was really capable of, the price would certainly be raised. So he suggested a mean of violence.

I don't know why, and it was funny really, but I immediately accepted his suggestion. I already wanted to do anything to please him even if he didn't know who I was.

The Ithorian naturally lowered the cost of HK-47 to a reasonable amount and once he was in my custody the droid had asked if he could crush Yuka Laka's neck, having been a fantasy of his. I naturally complied, almost as if in a daze, wanting to make the bloodthirsty killer happy and seconds later the Ithorian laid dead at our feet. It was definitely a good thing that I came into this shop alone.

HK-47 was already immediately impressed in how I acted and was very compliant with any task I gave him, which was most of the time on the verge of slaughter, assassination and anything that proved to the best of his skills, despite the amount of damage he had sustained over the years.

My other comrades, with the exception of Canderous, were wary of the new droid, as well as curious as to why I was so close to him. I merely put up the facade that I still felt that they had to earn my trust and with droids it was different, that they were automatically loyal. This bothered a few, especially Bastila and Carth, to which I didn't really care.

T3-M4 I could understand as to why he was wary of HK-47. Protocol droids, especially assassination droids, had their views of astromech droids and sometimes vice versa. HK-47 definitely gave off the air that he was far superior than anybody, with the exception of me as I were his master. However I still liked T3-M4 and told HK-47 firmly that he were not to treat the astromech droid badly on any circumstance. The Hunter-Killer droid accepted the order, stating how he liked how cold I could be. I almost buckled under the pleasure coming from my groin then.

Throughout my quest for obtaining the Star Forge, I always brought HK-47 in my team, along with the accompanying of Canderous or T3-M4, and if I really had to, Zalbaar or Jolee. Mission was rare if any and I usually let her stay in a group with the wookie, which she accepted quite happily. It was even rarer if I took Bastila or Carth with me and I could tell they were infuriated by it but I paid no heed.

I fixed HK-47 every moment I could and unlocked more of his memories, his abilities, and his previous masters. A Czerka officer, a Senate from Coruscant, Bochaba the Hutt and finally a Mandalorian who had intercepted my droid when he was damaged from the mission I had sent him on.

After the last master was revealed, no more could be unlocked from HK-47's memory core, at least not by mere repairs. Even if I were not his creator, the heart of the memory core was very fragile and any tampering, even under the most carefulest of measures could wipe it completely and he would be 'dead', in a sense. He felt it would come back at some point where as I knew it would be to when I reveal my true nature.

It was intriguing, really, how these various different masters used HK-47 and how they had all died by his hand at some point. They never really saw his true potential, not like I did. He was the pinnacle of all droids, so unique and quite advance, even more so with the brief tampering of his other four masters. It would be quite the challenge to stop him and even if one could, they'd still end up with a vast amount of damage in the end.

Just seeing him fight, even if he his main function of assassination was partially disabled, was still breathtaking. It was so difficult to remain in control every time he shot the life out of all that opposed me, opposed him. Nearly every night I retired to my room I'd have to please myself for hours, though it could not compare to a metallic touch. It was far worse, however, for the nights that we had to camp out or were forced to all stay in a same room. I did not care if the other companion was disturbed by my actions, but I could not do it in HK-47's presence.

I trusted that droid with every critical mission I needed to get done and he always finished it efficiently, just like the old days. I didn't care how my other teammates felt towards my association with the droid, with the exception of T3-M4 and Canderous, the droid being cautious and the Mandalorian not really caring. Bastila and Carth would keep on pestering me at various moments, questioning as to why I always choice the killing obsessed droid and I always replied that he could be trusted to get the job done unlike them, which they didn't like and started another argument fest. It was quite funny really.

HK-47 had really proved himself when the Leviathan had taken us prisoner. Myself, Bastila and Carth I knew were the list of targets that Malak wanted to obtain, more me and the idiot girl, but with Carth being affiliated with the Republic I know he was needed too. Everyone else could hide but someone was needed to rescue us while Canderous would lead the others to create a distraction as well as guard the ship.

It was no surprise to myself or my comrades on who I would choose.

HK-47 could temporarily shut down, though keep a sensory function active, but could not be detected by any means, even through the diagnosis of another droid. When the guards would take him to the droid repair bay on the Leviathan, he would reactivate, kill them, and then go about to free us from the cells. I knew he wouldn't fail.

During that time, Admiral Saul, the one Carth use to serve under, asked us all questions, such as the location of the Jedi Council on Dantooine. Every question he asked I knew he knew the answer, and so I obliged him with the same responses, despite Bastila's angry replies. Saul was pleased and stated that Malak would be talking with us later. And then we were tortured.

It was nothing really. Some things still hurt, yes, but I was so use to it, unlike Carth and Bastila who were screaming their heads off. But I had to put on a show, especially if Malak was observing us. I pretended then to pass out, to which the shocking still continued, even when my comrades yelling died down.

Merely half an hour later, the forcefields to our cells were disabled and we were all free. Carth was so impressed with the droid then, saying that he should get a medal from the Republic. I inwardly scoffed, knowing that my droid would want nothing of the sort.

After we had gotten our equipment back we scoured the ship, killing everyone, including Saul. Apparently the dying man whispered something into Carth's ear before he passed on to which he demanded that Bastila gives him answers, to her reply being she will to both of us on the ship. I knew what it was and feigned innocence as we made our way to the docking bays. I knew Malak was close to us and it'd be inevitable that we'd run into him.

When we did, I decided to put on the facade that I didn't know who I was to lure him into a false sense of security. With that he revealed who I was, the great, or now once great Darth Revan. I acted viciously to Bastila for lying to me and that gut her quite sullen and apologetic. It was all an act and everyone was the fools.

When I had to do battle with my apprentice, I decided to remain weaker than he, to stroke his ego that he was more powerful than I. Upon debating if I should kill him now or toy with him more, Bastila ran in and took over from me, demanding that I get out. I complied easily as the doors locked behind me and myself and Carth ran back to our ship. The only thought going through my head was that Malak was a lucky bastard to have a taste at torturing Bastila, taking the thrill away from me. But oh well. There were to be other times.

After Canderous' transmission of how much time we had left, we were safely aboard the Ebon Hawk and away from the Leviathan. The ship didn't even bother following us. Malak knew, as well as me, that we're going to face each other again... it just won't be the outcome he thinks it'll be.

Once we were safely far away, Carth announced the news of what happened to Bastila to the rest of the crew, as well as reveal my identity. I knew I wouldn't be able to stop him from spilling the beans and it'd be obvious if I used my persuasive abilities. I just helped him along by threatening him if he did he'd get hurt. It was amusing to see his expression, even when he did tell the truth.

Some of my crew members were surprised but not really afraid, like Carth. Mission felt that the Revan I was from in the past was different to who I am now. Foolish girl really, but I still needed to play along that I don't really remember everything I use to be. It still wasn't time for that part.

Zaalbar, due to his life debt to me, was indifferent, as was T3-M4 since I treated him really well anyways. Jolee, being a grey Jedi, felt I had changed anyway, which I would admit, at least to myself, was partially true.

Canderous was a bit surprised but was pleased nonetheless to meet with the one who overthrew the Mandalorians. He said he'd go with me either way, no matter which path I followed and if my actions were different or similar from who I was then. I was quite pleased with this. Though I was a bit worried if he would react otherwise, I was still confident that he would stick by me. After all, I keep giving him battles that were worthy for his honour.

The only one I was truly worried about was my Hunter-Killer assassin droid. Just as I expected, the minute my true identity was revealed, his homing beacon kicked in. He was curious by it but then stated that I was his original creator and that he was happy to be working for me again.

Some of my crew were surprised while Canderous was just indifferent, stating that there are weirder things and that anything is possible. I studied HK-47 while the others squabbled on this discovery. I looked unwaveringly into his photoreceptors, knowing that deep within his renewed memory core he'd come upon what happened on that one night. I could remain at ease for the fact that because it was a personal matter he wouldn't say anything. But still...

He just viewed me calmly back, unresponding. Knowing that the disgust must now have been reborn again, as his old protocols, I looked away and focused on Carth, asking the man if he could trust me. To be honest, I really didn't care if he did or didn't, but it would make my plans a lot easier if he went along with me for now, at least until I get the final piece of the Star Forge map from Manaan. And lucky for me, though I knew he had no where else to go, especially if he wanted to help get Bastila back, he agreed.

I sighed, looking across the galaxies again, their twinkling lights barely even distracting me when I was lost within my thoughts. The revelation of who I was occurred just a few days ago and we were now heading towards Manaan. I had kept to myself since then and most of the others figured it was due to dealing with who I was. There was a slight truth in that.

I told, more on the lines of ordering, all my teammates to call me by my real name, Revan. That is my real name after all. Some agreed easily, being the droids, Canderous, Jolee and Zaalbar. It was only Mission and Carth that felt a little bit uneasy calling me by my real name, as if it would bring me back to my darkside self, though I was already there. I snapped at them if they called me by my fake name. Besides, the name I used was one that I borrowed from someone who served me in the past, one who I'd surely run into again when the time was right.

The main reason I was staying to myself was with my droid being back to his full capabilities. Its silly really, for he, unlike a human, would remain where he is until called upon. But still, the guilt... it was stronger now.

I let out a soft laugh. I really am pathetic, worrying over a droid. But he was more than just a droid. He was my creation. He was so beautiful, mystifying, captivating and downright sexy. He was everything I desired, but after his last reaction, I can't do it to him again. Never again. I can't force him to touch me in the way I want when his core, his whole being is still rejecting me on the inside. I know he'd never do anything with me willingly so there was no point wishing for it.

Dilemmas ran through my mind. It would seem weird if I didn't have him accompany me anymore, yet at the same time what would I care what the others think? No not them, him. Yet I needed his skills for nearly the whole majority of my mission. He was an asset I could not stop using now. It didn't matter if everyone else in my team left, HK-47 could do their tasks in half the amount of time. He was the only who mattered to my plans, mattered to me.

My mind was aching. It hurts to be near him, having him be so disgusted with me on the inside and it hurts to be away from, not knowing who he is fighting, whose life he is taking away. The way he moves, talks, kills. Every move he makes, it just makes me boil on the inside, almost to the point where I'm an aching pool of ooze.

I let out a soft moan, my body going warm as I think of him. My hands clench the frame of the glass that gives me the view of the black depth of outer space, doing nothing to distract me as my body demands for attention, craves for it. Its been far too long since the last time I gave into my body's needs.

My knees almost buckle as I push myself away from the glass and bend down, struggling to get my long black boots off, almost falling over with how much my limbs are trembling. Finally they come off and I kick them away as I fumble with my skin tight pants, wishing they weren't so snug as I yanked them down, stepping out of them, not caring if I ripped any of the seams.

With one last swift movement I removed my flimsy underwear, which was soaked, not a big surprise, and I nearly chucked it halfway across the room, the wet material leaving my hands as it fell softly to the floor.

I looked at the gooey substance I had gotten from my underwear upon my hands as I could feel some of my juices trickle down my legs, teasing me as my thoughts became more engulfed with my droid. Fanaticism, there was no doubt. I was obsessed at this point. It was a good thing I was locked within my room. Who knows what I'd do if HK-47 was here. I'd probably try to jump his alloy shaft... and get a blaster shot to the head in retaliation no doubt. I laughed grimly at the thought before the hot sensations of my body snapped my attention back.

I looked frantically around, searching for something to use to quench my needs, if only for a moment. My eyes soon fell upon my double bladed lightsaber, which had fallen off of its place on my pants as I was tugging them off. My eyes roamed over the metallic tool and my lower abdomen swelled in pleasure.

I reached down and grasped it within my trembling hands. This would be risky, especially if it sets off and skewers my insides. It would be a funny sight to see no less. But no, my weapon was constructed differently. Unless I was in battle or needed it to get me out of a jail cell or disable some mechanisms, it would not activate. Comes in handy, especially now when I needed it most. In a way its not a life threatening situation but in a way it was, with how much my body ached to be penetrated by something hard and metallic.

I closed my eyes, picturing my lightsaber to be the mechanical shaft I constructed for HK-47. A shaft I had only seen once, and that was when I was making him. My body shuddered at the image as I gripped my lightsaber tighter and rubbed the tip against my moist lips before slowly thrusting it inside.

I let out a low moan immediately, the cool metal sending a slight jolt through me. Oh did it feel good. I mewed slightly as I thrusted it up further inside me, my legs shaking along with my hands, sweat trailing down my face. I nearly keeled over as I brushed against my most tender core and I let another moan, louder this time. It was a good thing that my quarters were away from everyone else's.

My legs finally succeeded in buckling and I pressed my back against the wall as I slid to the floor, legs stetched out and bent before me as I started to increase the pace of thrusting my weapon inside of me, my moans coming out louder as I continued to picture that it was my droid pounding into me, being gently, being rough, whatever image played across my mind.

I concentrated on those thoughts and the squelching sound of the metal tool sliding in and out of me at a rapid pace, my chest heaving as I kept slamming into my deepest point, my moans coming out louder as my limbs shaked almost ferociously from the amount of pleasure I was enduring.

My mind was wracked with the feelings going through me that not only did I moan, I started to whisper out HK-47's name. It was soft at first, in a begging tone, pleading for him to take me harder and then soon my calling of his name became louder as I pressed myself firmly against the wall, my feet pressing into the floor hard as I shoved the lightsaber in as deep and as fast as I could.

Whimpering, I could feel my climax start to come faster with each push I did. I raised my hips off the metal floor as I arched my head back, nearly slamming the weapon into me, begging for release, begging HK-47 to ravage me, hurt me, do whatever he wanted to me, to take me to my peak and beyond, my cries becoming louder, my impending orgasm getting closer, and closer and closer-

"Query: Do you require assistance Master?"

My eyes shot open and I froze as my eyes roamed over the figure that was standing in front of my door, to which I could catch it sliding shut behind him. All he did was stare at me, and though I could read nothing from his photoreceptors, I knew there was some grossed out thoughts going on within his mind. His presence did nothing to help my present situation and though my body ached for me to finish the job, I couldn't. In shock I dropped the lightsaber from my sweat covered hands and it slid out of my wet vagina and landed with a soft clang as I stood up immediately, my face flushed as I looked away from those unblinking blood red orbs, my juices still trickling down my thighs.

"No, HK, I don't. I didn't call for you" I said in a breathy voice as I looked at anywhere in the room but him. He shifted his stature but I could tell that he was still gazing at me. It brought shivers down my spine and made me hotter than before. My insides were sore and hot, an angry sensation on that I stopped before reaching my orgasm. I pressed my bare thighs tighter together to stem the flow of juices coming out, though I could tell that HK-47 could still see it quite clearly.

"Smug Response: Well it certainly seemed that you did Master. Did you always use a lightsaber when you craved for a droid's touch? Or perhaps more on the line of my touch? I must say Master, its quite a risk you're taking just to let your fleshy insides release those sticky fluids."

I winced at that and bowed my head slightly. Before I created him I had either used my hands or gone to one of the various planets that held droids that specialized in sexual escapades. This was actually the first time I ever used my weapon for pleasure. But I doubt he'd really want to know those responses right now. I wished I had kept my mouth shut, or at least to not say his name. With the last decibels of volume I was crying them out at, even with him being on the furthest part of the ship, his hearing could pick up when no one else's could. But still... he knew this wasn't actually an order for him to come... help me. He must know that... right?

"Thank you for the warning HK" I replied meekly. I was beyond embarrassed at this point. "You can go now" I added quickly afterwards, keeping my face locked on the stars outside my window. The sooner he gets out of here, the better it is for me.

But it seems the dark side of the force wasn't on my side this time around.

"Statement: In a moment, perhaps, master. I had actually wanted to ask you something, but in private and now seems to be an excellent time" he said in a calm voice, remaining where he was. My eyes widened. He wanted to ask me something now? When he just walked in on me when I'm like this? When I still need to finish my release?

"Can't this wait till later HK?" I asked, still keeping my back to him.

"Firm Answer: No it cannot master" came his response with cold finality in his tone. It sent shivers down my spine and made my lower abdomen swell in need. I crossed my legs tightly, trying to stem the need for him as best as I could, as well as covering my area for his sake as I turned to look in his general direction.

"Well ok then. Let me just... get my underwear on..." I said, looking at the garment which, unfortunately for me, was a bit off from my droid's location. I could just pull on my pants, but with the material they're made of, and with how wet I was, they'd not be the best protection, plus they were a bit rough.

"Statement: Oh there's no need for that master. This will take but a moment and then you can resume your... exotic activities". Yep, there was definitely disgust in the last part. But that didn't startle me, it was the fact that he told me to not put my underwear back on. Surely he is downright grossed out with seeing me like this? He must be malfunctioning or something... but T3-M4 gave him a checkup this morning and reported to me that he was still functioning perfectly. This makes no sense...

"Um... ok... thanks... what did you want to ask?" Might as well get this conversation done with, that way he'll leave faster and I can finish up my business... though even now I'm not sure I could with this scenario.

"Statement: I am presuming, though your other team members feel otherwise, that all your memories are intact?"

I gave him a puzzled look for a moment before I finally got what he meant. From his observations of me, and especially the way I reacted around him when his homing beacon activated, that I was just pretending to not remember being the Sith Lord. I almost smiled. He definitely was a very intelligent droid who could pick up on anything. I built him well. In response to his question, I nodded.

"Confirmation: I knew as much. You definitely are still as sly as you use to be master, if not better at fooling others now" came his response and it made me go warm on the inside. I haven't had a compliment like that from his true self in a long while.

... gods am I acting like a horny teen right now... or more along the lines of horny adult.

He straightened up in a rigid manner, looking me straight in the eyes from his position and I knew that whatever he wanted to ask me, it was serious.

"Query: Why did you install these disgusting components into my otherwise flawless body? Why did you construct me to be your sex toy?"

I winced and looked down, letting out a sigh. I never thought he would of asked, but perhaps he had been mulling over this question for a long while, after the only time I came onto him and when he regained all his memories. I knew I owed him an answer and he definitely deserved it. If it could put his main core at ease, I'll do it. Do anything really. Pressing my thighs tighter together so I couldn't be distracted by my body's screams for attention, I looked him in the photoreceptors and replied.

"Though I've had intimate companionship with other droids that were constructed with the abilities of sexual conduct, it wasn't enough. I wanted to be with someone who knew of war, of death, of violence. To be intelligent, ever evolving, not held back. To be with someone who I can't tell with the Force of what they're going to do next. To be a challenge to me-"

"Irritated Interjection: So you wanted a more intelligent intercourse? That is why you created me master? For I am more advanced then the other droids?" I let out a frustrated sigh and shook my head roughly. I better get straight to the point before this turns ugly.

"No HK! Well, yes, you are much more advanced then any droid I've seen, but that is not the main reason I built you. Your main function is assassination and the protection of your master. I'm sorry I did this to you... I really am but... I'm human. Organic. A meatbag. I have needs, and even being as powerful as I am, I have weaknesses too, that being sexual desires for droids, but even that has been narrowed down to just being sexual desire for you. You are the ultimate being and I mean that sincerely. With everything you state of being superior, you're right. Droids don't have weaknesses, desires for frivolous things. Only us organics, us meatbags do. We're nothing compared to your kind. In a way I'm nothing compared to you. I'm not trying to whine or anything... but I do feel you are superior to even me at times. My plans, my course of actions, are flawless, such as overthrowing the Republic and the Jedi, as well as my ex apprentice. But the only thing I can't seem to do smoothly is about sexual conduct with you. You must of noticed that I didn't automatically construct you with the knowledge that you had intimate parts for intercourse? Its because I wanted you to see it for yourself, take it into your memory core of how you felt with it, felt with anything. You have your own mind, your own vast intelligence. You make your own decisions with the exceptions of your guidelines to serving me or any master. Your everything I desire and at times it makes me hate being human seeing you. You're... perfect. The way you fight, kill, talk and react. Never pausing, never stopping, never being fooled. Perhaps I'm sounding obsessed and maybe I am, but you are the creation of something that everyone could be, but won't. Only you can and that's why I created you. I want to feel what you do after a battle, I want you to show me how you take your skills out on other organics, but in a different kind of way. I want you to fight by me during my reign of Sith Lord. I want you to see the world in my eyes and mine in your photoreceptors. You are the only one I can trust, even more so than Canderous or T3-M4. You're the only one I can count on when things get risky, and you're the only one I can see myself do anything with sexually. However, like that last night HK, I will not commit you to any sexual acts with me. I'll even get those parts removed. I do believe droids have their own wills, own decisions to make and you definitely can make yours and I am not going to force my selfish desires onto someone as brilliant as you".

I looked away after that, feeling my face go red. Even I had not realized I held that much within me when it came to how he must of felt to what I did to him. I never could convey it in words before. More so in feelings, thoughts even, but not actual communication. But it was indeed the truth of how I felt.

I inwardly squirmed. The feelings for HK were still not love but it felt certainly familiar to it. This was ridiculous, that I developed such thoughts towards the droid. Sex... a battle partner... I really am pathetic... heh, if all those Sith could see me now. Malak would be hurt from laughing so much. Sometimes I even wonder if I should be Sith Lord. But its what I want... what I desire... as I desire my droid... but my desires can be my downfalls as well. I know I'll obtain my proper reign of Lord of the Sith again. But to obtain this...

"Amused Query: So you yourself master truly believe that droids, especially myself, constructed by your meatbag hands, are superior then all meatbags, including yourself?"

I nearly jumped, having been so deep in my self loathing as well as he hadn't spoke for a while after I told him everything. I let out a sigh but inwardly smiled. That ever growing ego of his was definitely stroked after my comments. He was definitely pro-droids, if not especially pro-himself.

"Yes HK. That's how I feel and I never lie about this" I confirmed, nodding.

Again my Hunter-Killer assassin droid was silent, looking down a bit, a stance that tells me when he is processing information. I could almost see the gears within his head twist and turn as he thought over this information. I hope the response I gave him would be... satisfactory enough... but at least he knows. Its up to him, as always, on what he believes.

He straightens his posture, if that could be possible with how upright he is already. He looks me once again straight in the eyes as he replies.

"Smug Answer: Well then master, seeing as I am so advanced in everything, I may as well experiment and help you with your feeble human dilemma. After all, it would be interesting to actually participate in a new form of torture that I can use towards other meatbags".

My jaw dropped and my eyes popped open wide again, as well as the pooling in my lower abdomen, which had thankfully subsided during our talk, had once again resumed at full force. He didn't just say what I thought he did? He even directed a human comment towards me instead of a meatbag... I frowned slightly though. But a form of torture towards other humans?

"Clarification: Oh master, its amusing to see your face contort in one of the various forms of meatbag displeasement. I would not use my skills on other meatbags, nor would I want their filthy bodies to touch me intimately. I'd prefer if no one did, but you master are the exception. I'd use other objects if need be in torturing new subjects" he mused as he started to slowly approach me.

I gulped, cheeks flushed. Its stupid of me to feel so jealous. I should of known. But... as for what's he's offering... still something nagged at me that it wasn't right. That I was still forcing him into it... I know he's still not too fond of the idea. If I were a droid, perhaps I'd feel the same as he.

"No, HK, its fine. I can handle it myself" I said though it was hard to remain calm and reassuring when I was growing hornier with each approaching step towards me.

"Mild Objection: Oh but master, you may say it but I can tell from observing your bipedal form and the mass amount of liquids coming out from your lower opening that it is indeed otherwise. Besides you are my master and a faithful droid must lend assistance, whether to kill or probe". I nearly choked at that. He MUST be having some malfunction in his memory core... there is no way he would honestly be doing this out of... well maybe not this goodness of his central processor but just out of his plain common sense!

"HK! ... well we can't do anything if I don't say the access code!" I replied breathly as he stopped before me, towering over me as I pressed myself further against the wall. Oh did I want him to touch me so badly... but right now he couldn't. At least not without accessing the code. He may know it but it has to-

"Weary Answer: Oh master please! Don't tell me you've forgotten my superiority already? Trust me when I say that I have adapted quite well through our time apart".

I looked at him cautiously, unsure of what he meant but it soon became apparent to me.

"Statement: Accessing code 'Unattainable'".

I gasped as I heard my voice run out from his vocabulator, stating the code that it took to unlock his hidden function. Its true that protocol droids could imitate other people's voices, but never are they allowed to access codes with someone else's voice without their command.

The sound of clicking and whirring noises reverberated from under HK-47's metal alloy plating and I could tell that his parts were shifting around to make room for the other ones.

My eyes zoomed onto his pelvis servomotor as the middle of it slid open to reveal a hole leading into his insides. But soon however a metal tube slid out, clicking into place. Then another part of the tube slipped out of the first, moving a few inches out and tilting upwards before it too clicked into place. Then a third and finally a fourth, ending with a two to three inch rounded red metal tip. I gazed hungrily at his ten inch long metal shaft. I had it nothing shaped like a human penis for I found those to be unattractive and not... perfect. For HK-47 it was just a long metal tube that curved up elegantly. The base was about four inches thick and from the first section to the top it thinned out a bit, but all in all it was quite impressive. The red colour shone in the starlight from the window, making it look ethereal and untouched, still beautiful even after being locked within him for a long time.

"Amused Statement: My my master. It seems by the way you're staring at my extra appendage that you have missed it" came the snicker from my cocky droid. I finally tore away my eyes from the masterpiece of my creation as I looked up into his photoreceptors, which were gazing down at his new part, analyzing it before returning his gaze to me. "I also find it amusing of the access code you chose. How flattering of you to think that even I, your own creation, could not be taken by the likes of you".

My cheeks reddened at this. Its true... some part of me felt for a long while, especially after, that I would never be able to land my hands upon my droid in a intimate fashion. That he was just way too good to touch...

"I won't deny it" I finally admit it aloud. I smiled slightly at him before my features turned into that of a frown. "However you are not allowed to impersonate my voice to activate any codes HK without my authorization. Especially that one".

"Retort: Master you need not fret of my turning against you. I am still your most loyal droid that will kill anyone who even looks at you the wrong way. However there was a 99.2% chance that you would not voice the command out of your concern for me, which I find... touching, in your meatbag terms, but unnecessary".

"And what of the other 0.8%?" I asked, curious to hear his assumptions though still shocked by his answers.

"Answer: That your meatbag pleasure core would overload with need to be sated and that you would state the command out of sheer lust".

"...quite assuming aren't you?"

"Indignant Answer: Master you should know that I am never wrong with my analyzed outcomes of any situation. Besides you and I both know that this will go through either way. Need I also remind you master that now that the code has been activated, I cannot revert back to my original state till you have released the amount of meatbag juices from your core, depending on your body's requirements. So we both need an outcome from this. And you will comply, whether willingly or if I must persuade you to".

I shuddered at this, my breath hitching in my throat at this as I press myself against the window, my legs pressing tighter against each other uncomfortably, knowing that he was right. This was what I wanted, after all. Yet his attitude still took me by surprise. After his first reaction, I never knew how he truly was suppose to react after the code was initiated. This was so unlike him, yet it was him. It confused me so much but made so much sense.

I still felt guilt however, that I really shouldn't be doing this with him. But what's done has been done and I can't get out of this, even if I wanted to. He was right. I'd either have to do this willingly or he'd force himself onto me so he can revert back to normal. Perhaps he was doing this out of pity for me and I know the only way I can get him back to his normal self was to go through with this...

I really did care for his views... I didn't want him to hate me...

... gods am I so pathetic...

"Order: Cease your thinking master. Having intercourse does not require thinking".

I snapped out of my thoughts, looking my droid straight in his photoreceptors. He definitely can read me like a book. I was going to make a reply that sex does take some thinking but the words didn't come out as he moved forward to seize me, startling me into silence.

His hands reached forward in a fast manner as he grasped my shirt and before I could stop him, he ripped it from my frame, leaving me only clad in my bra and socks. Goosebumps popped up on my skin in excitement as I watched as one of his hands reached behind me and unclasped my bra, pulling it off me swiftly before tossing it aside, the garment landing on my ripped shirt. I was a little surprised with his big fingers that he could undo it without breaking it. Did I program him to do that?

I couldn't concentrate on the thought for much longer as he reached out and clasped my breasts into the palms of his rough metal hands. Make that rough, warm metal hands.

I let out a gasp of surprise as he kneaded the flesh roughly, my nipples immediately going erect at his touch, skimming roughly against the alloyed surface. I had constructed him to adjust his internal temperature depending on the climate he was in to protect himself from malfunctioning if it was too hot or too cold but I had forgotten that he could adjust his outward temperature.

"Amused Statement: You are quite responsive master and we haven't even begun".

"Its... its been a while..." I breathed out, face flushed as I mewed loudly when he tugged on my breasts roughly, almost pulling me against him fully.

"Statement: Indeed. Well I shall not prolong your imminent meatbag torture for much longer" he then added as he released my breasts and I almost let out a whine, not wanting him to.

But just as quickly as he let go of my chest, his hands moved to seize my arms roughly and he propelled me to the bed in the room before shoving me down upon it unceremoniously, I letting out a yelp as I landed on my back on the cool sheets, gazing up at my assassin droid who looked down at me.

I had my thighs pressed tightly together, feeling my inner fluids trickle down them. My whole body felt like it was on fire and I was almost high off it. Being on the dark side of the force also combined with the feelings, being that darkside wielders concentrate on emotions such as fear, anger, hatred, revenge...

... and passion.

HK-47 bent slightly over me, his metal hands reaching down and gripping my thighs tightly and I winced slightly at the pain but didn't voice any protests. I wanted to be treated roughly by him, I didn't want him to treat me as a fragile artifact. I wanted to feel the pleasure that was to be combined with the pain from someone who is as skilled a fighter, and murderer, as myself.

Within a few seconds he wrenched my thighs apart, his hands clasped tightly below each of my knees as he yanked me down the bed closer to his metal shaft and I writhed in anticipation. He glanced at me for a moment and if he had human features, or any of those of an organic, he'd be grinning.

"Statement: Now you'll see what a real droid can do". And with that comment he thrusted into me roughly.

I let out a sharp cry as when his shaft thrusted into me, it was freezing! I writhed and whined, half wanting to get away, half wanting to remain but it didn't matter which part of my brain wanted what, HK-47's hands remained firm on their death like grip on my legs. Instead he started to roughly thrust in and out of me, his metal pelvis servomotor smacking hard against my tender flesh, irritating the skin.

Soon my own heat from the inside of my vagina finally warmed up his shaft and that was then I started to feel a vibration within me, finally realizing that it was the metal tube that was rubbing up against my walls intensely. I let out a low moan at this, squirming more, my hands clawing at the sheets.

I panted heavily as he continued on slamming into me, eliciting cry after cry from my throat where as he made no sound, with the exception of the occasional snicker when I let out a sharp cry, begging for him to do more, to hurt me, to abuse me, to do many things to me. He never made any comments on my thoughtless cries. He just continued onwards, never giving me a moments rest.

I clenched my pelvic muscles around the metal vibrating rod, feeling my imminent, long awaited orgasm coming. I gasped out as the vibrating rod was sending amazing sensations through me. Never once had I felt this with any of the other droids. Even I am impressed by how I programmed my droid. He definitely was nothing like the other experiences I've had. He wasn't good nor great. He was amazing. I almost chided myself for not taking him earlier but felt at the same time that the wait was worth it.

"So close" I breathed out, my breasts bouncing back and forth as I tried to meet his thrusts with my own but couldn't for he was moving much too fast for me. "So close..."

I could feel it, just teetering on the edge of exhilarating orgasm and ongoing build up. This was going to be something, I knew that much for sure. I could just taste it... almost there-

And that's when HK-47 released my legs and pulled out, the metal probe still vibrating and covered with thick wet juices, trickling down to the base of the shaft.

"HK!" I cried out in frustration, not believing it with my own eyes. My body was hot and angry, especially my raw, but still wet vagina, having been robbed of the ultimate climax it so deserved. Sweat was coming off my body quickly now and I was breathing deeply. If I didn't orgasm now, I don't know what I'd do...

HK-47 still said nothing as he reached down and seized me by the arms, pulling me abruptly to my feet. I whimpered as my legs burned, in pain from how hard he was gripping me and I nearly fell over if it were not for my droid to seize me by the shoulders, steadying me. I, both angry and yet somewhat weakened, went along with his motions, hoping if I comply he'd go back into me soon. Though if he didn't then I would most definitely jump him.

He whirled me around quickly so that my back was to him before digging his hands into my waist. I yelped out again, his grip feeling like pincers and tears welled in my eyes. Ignoring my protests of pain, though by doing this it just made me a lot hornier, which did not help my swelling lower region, he hoisted me up, shoving his length back into my roughly.

I let out a shrill scream as he slammed into my spot, having easier access to it in this position then with me lying down. With my body teetering on his large shaft, his hands had swiftly moved from my waist to gripping the underside of my thighs again and held them bent out before me, thus making my body lean back against his and making it quite easy for him to slide me up and down along him.

I screamed out in pain, shrieked in pleasure, not caring how loud I was with each vibrating stroke that was shoved into my wet core. My legs flailed in the air as I bucked and squirmed in my droid's grip, but he would not relent. It seemed as the more violently I seemed to act, the more violent he reacted in turn.

My whole body was hot and sweating and I brought my hands up to my breasts, playing with the mounds, twisting my nipples, eliciting more cries in time with HK-47's movements, the sounds of slick vibrating metal going into hot moist flesh. My lower belly pooled under the immense heat and I jerked with each more hard shove against my spot, the actions becoming too much to bear. My climax had been staying at the one torturous boiling point, just surmounting more in its power, like a hot air balloon swelling full of air and with each thrust from my assassin droid's shaft was another poke to it, wanting to pop it.

"Please..." I begged out in hitched gasps, my sweaty palms leaving my breasts and moving behind me to rub along his burning hot frame. Though droids can sense when they are being touched or harmed, they don't feel in the same way that organics do. No matter he could still tell with how hard I was pressing against him. "Please..."

I looked over my shoulder, my vision blurred slightly with the pain and pleasurable feelings flowing through me. I used a bit of my powers to keep him in my focus. His red photoreceptors stared back at me and he tilted his head to the side before bringing it forward a bit, pressing it against my forehead and I nearly shot my head back with how hot it was, but I forced myself to remain still as I continued to flex my lower muscles against him.

"Statement: You may release now" he sneered coldly to me and shoved himself into me really hard.

I cried out loudly as my lower region spasmed against the vibrating shaft, my lower body twitching and jerking as all this energy that was built up inside of me was let loose. Though HK-47 didn't move his hips anymore, his metal vibrating rod slid in and out of my vagin swiftly on its own accord, drawing out my orgasm. My moans echoed off my bedroom's walls till the feelings finally drained out completely from me, leaving me truly exhausted, something that didn't happen in a long time.

HK-47 ceased his sliding appendage from thrusting inside of me, the vibrations having stopped too as it remained still within me, my muscles flexing against it as the liquids from inside poured out from me. I remained slump against him as my breathing came out in heavy pants.

Gently my droid hoisted me off of him and deposited me carefully on my bed, to which I flopped over to my side, feeling I couldn't remain in a sitting position. I briefly looked over my frame, seeing faint blue and purple bruises appear on my pale veined skin. I knew they would become much darker in a few hours time.

Though my body rested my eyes were glued onto the Hunter-Killer assassin droid however as I could see how much his shaft was engulfed in my juices. He was examining it too, his hands flexing at his sides, as if wanting to clean the metal but at the same time not wanting to touch the slick substance.

It turned out he didn't as his pelvis servomotor and the shaft all glowed bright red. A handy feature I installed into him that the heat come from his metal parts would evaporate all residue upon him, both physically and airborne, such as the scent of it. In mere seconds my vaginal fluids were gone from his body and the glowing ceased.

The sounds of shifting gears rang out softly from within him and the metal shaft retracted into his body, the pelvis servomotor closing up over it, him looking just as he did before.

I looked up into my droid's photoreceptors as he looked down at me. I gave him a small grin.

"That was amazing".

"Statement: Of course it was master. After all, I am an amazing droid".

* * *

Another day had passed till we arrived at Manaan. The only planet where both the Republic and the Sith Empire coincide peacefully, well peacefully enough to the Selkath. Due to the Kolto that they harvest, one of the most powerful healing aids known to the galaxy, neither side could revolt in fear of losing their supplies. I smirked. It wasn't going to stay that way for long, but for now the neutrality was necessary, at least for my own agenda, if not that of the Selkath's.

No one, whether they had not heard or just felt uncomfortable to say, mentioned nothing and acted oblivious to the night of mine and HK-47's coupling. Whether they did or did not know I really didn't care. Just imagining the look on their face or the thoughts going through their scrambling brains was amusing in itself, to wonder what all of them were thinking...

Canderous I know would not care. He was the type of person that whatever you did on your own time as your business and no one else's, even if that included have sex with a droid. To his mind I knew I was still a very efficient leader and as long as I continued giving him what he wanted, he'd follow me just fine.

T3-M4 was a little peculiar to me, if at first. By the way he talked to me I knew he heard something when he was going about doing repairs of the Ebon Hawk. He never asked me about it though and I didn't prod the droid. He was a lot more curious about my interests, that I could tell. He was a lot friendlier though and I take that for how much I was into droids. I do hope he realises that I won't be going after him sexually. If it comes up that he asks about it, I'd tell him the truth. He was still an efficient worker as ever.

I had wondered if HK-47 would voice any disgruntled remarks about our intercourse after the incident, yet he said nothing. He made no comments whatsoever and was acting as he usually did, if not a bit nicer to me, if I were to even find that possible. I still felt like something was wrong with him, but even when I ran a test upon him everything checked out alright. There was not much that I could do. He was in top performance.

I felt that another sexual intercourse was never to happen again. My thoughts were swarming as to why he wanted to have sex that night but didn't feel like asking him personally. I can at least say I finally had the long awaited intercourse with my creation and now I should hopefully be a lot more satisfied in that department to concentrate on more pressing goals.

Though I did still wish it could happen again but knew better. Either way we both got what we wanted. HK-47 his answer and for myself a very exhilarating night.

I took only Canderous and HK-47 on this mission. It was no surprise to my teammates for taking the Hunter-Killer. They had now come to accept it, even if some were still feeling put out by it that I found them useless. Minus a few useful abilities, the majority of them were and I don't need weak ones coming with me for much longer.

With both factions on this planet, I needed the best fighters with me, and that was both Canderous and HK. Once we'd get into deep water, which was most likely to happen seeing as this planet was full of it, I needed the best heavy hitters I had. Their experience and skills would prove most helpful here.

Nearly after leaving the ship we ran into another Mandalorian, named Jagi. He apparently had served under Canderous during the war. He accused him of abandoning and betraying his own men and now wants to set things right. He then challenged Canderous to a fight to the death in the Dune Seas of Tatooine or forever be an outcast in the eyes of the Mandalorians. And with that he walked off.

Naturally my comrade was eager to meet the challenge, as was HK-47 to just view, and hopefully participate in the carnage. I told them both that we had a mission to complete here first, but afterwards we would head immediately to Tatooine to comply to Jagi's challenge. This didn't deter my Mandalorian completely, but enough to understand my own needs and complied. HK-47 knew there was going to be bloodshed either way and went along.

It didn't take long to realize a lot of crap was going on this other neutral ground. A Selkath had approached us, asking if we could find out why the Republicans were hiring mercenaries. That in itself was intriguing enough. Talking with Roland Wann, guy in charge at the Republic Embassy, we then found out there was a problem with one of their submersibles and that their droid was confiscated by the Sith. If we brought it back, or some info about it, they'd tell us more. They were quite lazy sending us off to do it, but I didn't really mind. Causing some mayhem was always fun.

It took no time to ransack the Sith base to find the database, which was by some plasma mine, but with HK's skills, was disarmed immediately. The supposed Dark Jedi master proved no threat. Honestly with the way Malak is teaching them they really won't be anything more to me than miserable flies with a death wish.

It was amusing to run into the Selkath youth who wished to be one with the dark side. I remember talking to one of their father's, who desperately needed to know where they were. The youth told me they had no interest in their father and queried of my views. I had told them that being held back by others will bring about their downfall. This seemed to rouse the fish spawn to continue with their studies. Ah youth... so gullible... and easy prey for the dark side... oh well, more minions for myself to control, provided they don't be as stupid as Malak was down the road.

It was truly no surprise upon leaving the base that we were placed under arrest. I wasn't really that worried. Though the judges aimed to be fair in their decisions and opinions, they could be easily swayed. A Selkath by the name of Bwa'lass was assigned to be my arbiter but I stated that I could defend myself. Truth behold the trial was nothing more then a farce and myself and my companions were immediately set free.

Upon returning the datapad to Roland, the man finally fessed up with what was going on. If I had really wanted to, I could pull the information from him but sometimes its more fun going through the process of getting it, along with the mass number of bloodshed along the way.

Apparently they had built a secret underwater facility to harvest kolto. I snorted at this. How amusing it was to see the Republic, who so desperately needs allies these days, to go off and do something behind the backs of others that they shouldn't. I find it surprising that the Sith didn't bother doing this either. No matter now, however, what with all of them dead. Anyway, the digging crew ran into an obstruction, which I knew all too well that it was the last piece of the Star Map. That was when transmissions were cut off. They have been sending mercenaries down ever since to check what's going on but none ever returned.

Roland had a submersible ready for us to go check the place and report back what was wrong. I really cared less what happened to the people as long as I get the final Star Map, but depending on my mood perhaps I'll return some information to their dilemma.

Mere minutes later we arrived at the underwater factory, which went by the name of Hrakert Station. Upon arrival a green Twi'lek mercenary ran up to us, blabbering about the Selkath having gone crazy and killing everybody and that we had to help him escape. I a scoffed and retorted for a mercenary he didn't do much of a job killing them and that he was a coward. HK-47 inserted his own comments, which made me inwardly smile. Canderous was just downright disgusted. Even though this nobody wasn't a Mandalorian as he was, Canderous was a mercenary for sometime and could just not believe how pitiful this being could be. Smirking as he continued to babble nonsense that we should help him or he'll take our vessel by force, I impaled him on my lightsaber, thus ending that scenario. HK-47's choice comment to that almost made me blush in embarrassment and I turned away quickly before Canderous could see. Now was not the time to get gushy.

We walked down the eerie glass paned tubed walls, giant sharks swimming along the outside. We came upon a fork, both going deep into the dark watery depths. Canderous turned to me, raising his weapon, being a prototype of a heavy repeater.

"We should split up. Cover some more ground" he stated. I nodded, it making sense to me. I'd prefer not to doddle. This place didn't bother me, but if there was something that was going to stop or attempt to impound my objective of getting to the Star Map, I'd rather not waste time.

"I'll take this one" he continued, gesturing to the left tunnel with his weapon.

"Fine by me" I said, moving to the right.

"Statement: I shall accompany the master" HK-47 stated automatically, which really wasn't a surprise to Canderous and not really to me. Canderous nodded and made his way down his path. I knew he'd be fine either way. I turned to my droid.

"Let's go".

"Answer: Yes master".

We passed through various hallways, finding nothing but bloodied corpses being torn to shreds. The Selkath, if they have gone insane, seemed to have resorted to a more primal state. Unless they had projectile weapons or could still use guns, we'd have no trouble killing them before they get in too close.

HK-47 had his assassin rifle prepped and ready, sitting firmly in his metallic hands as he followed me closely, his head moving from side to side as he scanned the room, his servos hardly making any sound with each step he took.

Upon entering the next room, we were greeted with a shrill scream as five insane Selkath turned their attention towards us, slimy blue saliva dripping down their scaled jaws. Claws unsheathed from their scaled paws and they glinted with a faint green hue, a warning to me that they were poisoned. I smirked. Excellent, a little more of a threat.

Without hesitation I unleashed the full power of my double blade lightsaber, the red crystal beams shooting out from both ends as I jumped into the fray and within a mere second of the blue creatures was impaled upon my weapon, their insides making a nice sizzling noise before I shoved them to the ground.

I kicked backwards as I sensed another attack me and I turned to face him while HK unleashed his blaster upon the others. I knew he'd have me covered and paid attention only to my adversary before me, trying to swipe at me with its lethal claws to which I dodged while I brought my weapon down upon him.

With one quick slash in the air, his head came off cleanly, his blue green blood spurting everywhere, coating the room and part of my robes. His body was still standing and I kicked it over as I lunged to another Selkath, only two of them left, HK having already murdered one.

The Selkath turned in time and dodged my attack as my weapon plunged deep into the metal floors. I yanked it out just in time to see him bring his claws to my face. I brought my hand forward and force pushed him into the wall, his claws just slicing the air right above my face, a near miss.

Immediately I was shoved to the ground, my weapon dropping from me and retracting its beams of red light as it hit the ground. As I fell I put my hands out to roll onto my back as to not smash my face. Looking up it was my Hunter-Killer that inflicted the move and my eyes widened slightly as to why.

While I had force pushed the one Selkath, the other chose this opportune moment to attack when my defenses were down. The Selkath tried to slash at HK-47's red alloyed armour, but the attacks came down as mere scratches, barely leaving a mark on the surface as my droid let out a low laugh.

"Statement: Pathetic meatbag".

With rifle in one hand, his right one shot out and seized the alien by the throat, lifting him effortlessly off the ground before slamming him into the wall, the Selkath letting out gurgling noises from his throat as he tried to get free, his hands clenching around my droid's who did not yield as he brought his weapon to scaled being's head.

My heart jumped as the head exploded into vibrant crude colours of blue and green liquid with chunks of shimmering flesh cascading to the ground around them. Only half the head remained, being just the lower jaw attached to the neck. HK-47 released him, the corpse sliding to the ground and falling over with a sickening slap. As the blood pooled around his form did the tension in my lower abdomen grow. It has been a while since I've seen my droid kill another so ruthlessly and with no hesitation.

A shrill cry came behind me and I knew that the other Selkath had gotten out of their dazed state from my force push against the wall. HK-47 raised his weapon as the alien lunged at him, the smell of his dead comrade alluring him. As my assassin droid let out a shot, the alien only dodged it partially, the laser going through its shoulder, blood spewing out behind it. It let out a shriek of pain as it slammed itself against the bronze red Hunter-Killer, trying to knock him to the ground, his clawed hands slamming against his head, trying to tear at his servos.

But HK-47 did not yield. His feet remained planted firmly to the ground. Instead he dropped his blaster rifle to the metal floor, it landing with a loud clanging noise. He raised his arms, his firm metal hands clenching around the Selkath's arms, ceasing him from further beating on his head. The alien hissed in pain and tried to squirm free but HK-47 would not let him go as he swung him firmly into the wall, a sickening thud resonating in the room as blood dripped from its head, a deep gash having been formed upon impact.

Not releasing the creature's forearms, HK-47 continually swung him into the wall, the gash becoming bigger and bigger, the Selkath letting out grunts of pain while his eyes started to give off a dazed look and my nether region becoming wetter which each sadistic move my droid inflicted on the helpless aquatic being.

Soon enough HK-47 dropped him to the ground, the alien resting limply on his knees, his body swaying slowly back and forth, his eyes giving off a blank stare, not aware of anything around him. He didn't even take notice to when the assassin droid stepped to the side of him, bring his right arm back, hand coiled into a tight, sharp fist. He didn't even blink as the fist connected sharply with his skull, smashing it into the hard wall, his skull breaking open as the insides splattered onto the wall. The Selkath remained slumped where he had fallen. And the growing need within my vagina had increased desperately as I had to clasp my hand over my mouth to keep in a breathy moan.

HK-47 gazed at his hand for a moment, inspecting the faint amount of blood that covered it before he turned his red photoreceptors towards me. He didn't say anything at first and then I realized that I was breathing a bit deeply. Flustered, I tried to slow my breaths but with the way he was staring it did not help my situation. He walked towards me slowly, offering his bloodied hand to help me up.

"Query: Is the master aroused from the battle? Do you need to let off a little steam?"

My jaw dropped at that as I gazed at him, not believing what he said. Perhaps he was joking, maybe teasing me from the last night... but something, just something wasn't right. Like that he wasn't joking...

I shook my head roughly, trying to ignore the thoughts and to ignore my growing need for sexual release. What happened that night was a one time thing, for whatever reason that HK-47 went along with it. If he teases me about it, well that's to be expected and I can deal with it. Its never going to happen again, no matter how much I'd like to think otherwise. He's just messing with my head... which he is extremely good at doing lately I must admit.

"No HK, I'm fine. We have a mission to get done and I intend to finish it" I said in as much as a firm tone as I could as I grabbed my weapon and then got up on my own accord, ignoring his hand, feeling if I took it I might just break my resolve again.

My droid retracted his arm as he straightened his posture, gazing at me, his head tilted to the side a bit. His photoreceptors seemed to penetrate my eyes. It almost felt like he was probing my mind, trying to figure out the real truth.

"Query: Are you certain master? You seem very stressed" he prodded. I gritted my teeth as my body screamed with need. My force may be driven off my passions, but I certainly can't submit to it now, not with what is at hand and not with the mind boggling thoughts I had going through me.

"Yes HK. I am very certain" I replied coldly as I forced myself to walk by him, steeling myself as I brushed lightly against his cool metal frame, ignoring the shivers that went down my spine, ignoring how uncomfortably wet I was and how the wet fabric of my underpants was grating against my flesh.

I continued to walk to the next room, not stopping to see if my droid was following me. Its not that I didn't care, but I couldn't afford to lose myself to my lust, especially now. I need not worry anyway, even if he did not follow, I knew he could take care of himself and I of myself.

The sounds of his metal footsteps echoing along the ground behind me stated well enough that he would continue to follow, if anything to ensure my protection. I sighed softly. He must of been joking, I'm just seeing things that I want to but aren't actually there.

The next room we entered was a fairly spacious room. Looking around I spotted an Environmental suit that rested in a corner. I looked around to see if there were any others and upon finding none I went over to the one to inspect it. I ran my hands over the hard material and checked the helmet for cracks. Nothing at all. Still looked like it was in good condition and could support me once I go outside. I turned to gaze at the one locker in the room. Better check to see if they have any supplies that could come in use.

Upon trying to open it, a frantic male voice resounded from inside.

"Is somebody out there? Fishy, fishy, fishy? Coming to eat me too? You can't get me little fishy. Not in here. I'm safe behind my walls".

I raised an eyebrow and turned to gaze at HK-47, who merely gazed back, saying nothing. Shrugging I turned back to the locker, attempting to gage a conversation with the scared man.

His mind wasn't completely there, mostly resounding to his fear and his strong belief that he'd be safe within this locker. Even when I tried to force persuade him to come out, I got no luck. I wasn't that surprised. Sometimes, depending on the emotion, if its very strong, not even force probing succeeded.

From what I could discern, when the Selkath had lost their senses and started attacking everybody, that's when he hid in here. He babbled on something about a demon letting out a scream that shook everyone's mind in the facility, whether Selkath or not, and that's when the aquatic aliens started on a murderous rampage.

Also, I wasn't one of the few who have visited this locker, trying to get the man out. They apparently became 'fish food', as the crazy man worded it. Glancing around the room, noticing some marks of a scuffle, it did make sense.

I debated on leaving the man in there but there was something about him that just grated my nerves. If Canderous were here, he would definitely state that this man was a downright coward and couldn't face the Selkath, not trusting his own abilities, no matter how lame they may be, and to fight for his own survival instead of cowering in a cramped locker. I smirked as I unsheathed my lightsaber. He's right on the fact that the Selkath can't get to him, but doesn't mean that I can't.

Red crystals igniting once again from my blade, I shoved it into the middle of the the locker, letting out a satisfied grim as his screams rang out from the tiny compartment and then the sounds of gurgling before there was silence. Satisfied I retracted my weapon and shut it off, sheathing it at my side as I yanked open the locker, stepping to the side as the man, who apparently was a scientist, fell out, stone cold.

I inspected him, hoping to find at least something of use. Upon finding nothing I kicked him to the side of the room, a trail of blood sliding out from behind him, all coming from the hole in his chest.

I turned to inspect the locker, it sprayed with a new fresh coat of blood. I frowned slightly at finding nothing of use inside except for some empty ration packets. Shrugging I shut the locker, moving to turn to head to the Environmental Suit.

Or at least I tried to.

Within just a second I was slammed up against the locker face first and I let out a surprised cry. I had sensed no Selkath anywhere near our position so in-

"Pleased Statement: Ah master, I just love how cold you are to other meatbags. You are definitely unique among your species".

I gasped and craned my head to turn to my droid, who indeed was the one who had me shoved firmly against the locker. Though his comment almost made me glow, anger bubbled deep within, as well as arousal, though I tried to keep that feeling at bay as best as I could.

"What the hell do you think you're doing HK?! Release me at once!" I ordered. To my surprise he let out a low laugh before replying.

"Condescending Statement: Oh master, I can't do that. Not when you're distracted my the amount of gathering fluids in your lower region. Your meatbag body would be unable to remain completely focused to the task at hand until it was dealt with".

I could only gape at that. So he was serious. He wasn't joking at all... he wanted to have sex with me again... but why? Was it just cause whenever he could sense my body was in need that he had to help? Was it that he wanted to have sex with me? No... that couldn't be it... it had to be something else... but what, I didn't know. And at the moment, I didn't really care.

"I said I was fine HK-47! I don't NEED any assistance, especially not right now. So release me!"

"Firm Statement: I will not do that master. Not until your body has returned to normal levels. Only then can we continue the mission" came his cool reply.

I could not believe this. Either something was wrong with his behavioural core, which that in itself was somewhat hard to believe for this definitely did sound like him, minus the sex parts, or that he had a more hidden motive.

Either way I could not let this go through, even if part of me was dying for it to happen. No. I needed to get to the Star Map. I have controlled my passions before when I've seen him fought, I definitely could still do it now.

Knowing how fast my Hunter-Killer's reflexes were, even if I summoned my weapon with the force, he would still be able to stop me, especially with the position I was in. My only option at the moment was to force push him off me. I didn't want to damage him to the point that he'd go offline, for I still did need him, even if his views at the moment were elsewhere. But he would get the hint.

Closing my eyes I summoned my energy, letting it grow with how downright pissed off I was with what he was doing at the moment. I was gathering it all, to perform one huge shove to get him off me. Now to release it-

"Aggravated Query: Oh master, how stupid do you think I really am?" came HK-47's low voice in my ear.

Before I knew it, one of his hands, the other one keeping my body firmly pressed against the locker, ripped off my pants and underwear, tossing it to the floor. He then inserted two fingers from said hand into my burning vagina, causing me to cry out in surprise, breaking off my concentration of attack.

I let out a moan as he rubbed my labia and the inside of my walls hard and fast and my hips unwillingly bucked down against him. I pressed my head against the cool locker, my pants coming out in short, needy gasps. I tried to purge the feelings, trying to summon my strength but at the moment my body did not want to respond, only to yield to the pleasures that my droid was giving me.

"No..." I breathed out, trying to hold onto some sense. "No... we can't... not now..."

"Retort: Of course we are master. We can't put it off, especially for the sake of the mission. This needs to be tended to, now" his insistent voice ran over mine as he slipped in another of his fingers, eliciting a sharp whine as he stretched me.

I tried to fight him anyway I could, but every time I tried to push back, it would only make his fingers go deeper in me, brushing against my most sensitive part. I squirmed, trying to summon my abilities but it seemed as if he knew what I was trying to do and would only increase the speed and penetration of his metal fingers, thus breaking my concentration.

"HK... please...nggh..." I tried to speak but I couldn't string the words together as another moan erupted from my lips as I rubbed my face against the cool metal frame of the locker door before me, trying to remain sane.

"Statement: Yes master. Accessing code 'Unattainable'".

I jerked my head around in surprise as my voice came out of his vocabulator before the sound of shifting gears and parts moved within my assassin droid's pelvis servomotor before the hole opened up and his ten inch long metal shaft clicked into place. My lower abdomen was doing flips and I nervously wetted my lips as I panicked, half wanting but needing to stop this.

"That's not what I meant HK!" I started, having regained the ability to use my speech for he had slowed his movements. "I command you to stop, now!"

"Reprimand: Oh master, calm down. You're reacting unnecesarily! Besides, need I remind you again that this can't be stopped till you have orgasmed to your full abilities? Don't worry, it'll be over soon enough" came his response as he removed his fingers from me, coated slightly in my arousal, while he moved closer to me, the cold metal of his length brushing against my inner thigh, sending a jolt through me.

I squirmed, trying to get away, trying to still believe that this was not happening but he would not yield. The hand that he used on me momentarily before joined his other against my back, increasing the pressure of keeping me shoved against the locker as he shuffled a bit closer to me, his mid chest plate pressing against my bare rear as his metal probe brushed my clitoris, sending a wave of pleasure through me though I shivered

And then, with one swift thrust, the cold metal entered me. I released a shrill cry of surprise as I bucked unwillingly against it, the way he pressing up into me almost lifting me completely off the floor, my feet unbalanced on the ground.

HK-47 started to thrust slowly into me at first, as if to increase the heat of his appendage within me and soon the biting cold pain ebbed away as my own warmth deep in my womb engulfed it, making it hotter and if not a lot more wetter. Soft squelching sounds could be heard between my pants as he thrusted against me.

When the speed was increased, my moans got only louder. My face was flushed and my sight dazed as my droid kept penetrating my core harder and harder and all I could do was buck down awkwardly. He wouldn't let me move in any other way, his hands still remaining solid against my back.

Though while I was entranced in my passion, a warning came into my mind. I could barely discern what it was, but it meant danger. Soon enough I became aware that there was other heavy breathing besides my own, and it definitely did not belong to my Hunter-Killer.

I glanced over my shoulder and let out a startled gasped, mixed with a strangled moan from my partner's thrusting, as I saw three Selkath enter the room, eyeing the both of us warily with hungry, crazed eyes. I started to squirm and buck, trying to push HK-47 back a bit but it was like pushing a wall; unmoving.

"Statement: Master please rest at ease. Those pathetic meatbags won't disturb us" was my droid's reply. I almost choked at that. I doubt that's what the aquatic fishes are thinking right now.

I looked around me for a moment, noticing that my lightsaber had fallen to the ground a few meters from me when HK-47 ripped off my pants and underwear. I outstretched my left hand, closing my eyes and trying to will down the cries of pleasure as I reached out to summon my weapon. My lightsaber began to rattle slowly on the floor as it started to drift towards my direction.

It didn't last long however for within mere seconds my hand was snatched by HK-47, who squeezed painfully on my wrist, ceasing my motions. Usually, under moments of great stress, I can still concentrate effortlessly on using the force, however I've never been able to when having sex, or at least more realistically, having good sex.

"Command: You are not to do anything master. You are not fit to do so. Rest assured, I have the matter under complete control" came a firm answer from my droid. A faint whirring noise occurred behind me and as I looked, a brief faint hue of light flashed from deep within HK-47's metal chassis. The Selkath, which had their poisoned claws extended, stopped their approaching and even their growls died down as they looked about the room, and then at us, sniffing the air. They then retracted their weapons and seemed more relaxed and gazed at us, if still with crazy eyes, but in a much more calmed nature. Slightly confused I looked at HK, who in return looked me in the eyes , and while still thrusting rapidly, spoke again.

"Explanation: Perhaps you have forgotten master over the years, but you had installed a neutralizing component that, when against meatbags that are more on the wavelengths of primal functions, can sense us as not a threat. It releases a pheromone in the air that makes us smell like we are not a threat. Most primal meatbags have similar scents so the Selkath, when crazed, are no exception. It surrounds a small radius, thus being myself and you master. It will not last long however, but enough to help your needs and then to kill them off after".

I couldn't really reply to him, with each squeal that the assassin droid was eliciting from me but it did click into a familiar thought deep within my mind. I do remember installing that into him, a minor thought in case we were within some area that were oerrun by different alien species of animals. I combined a lot of pheromones I had collected over my previous explorations to make an all grand threat neutralizing concoction, and now that I remember, the Selkath were one of them. I have never encountered them as a dangerous race, but some of the aquatic creatures that live within their oceans are similar to them and deemed it best. Needless to say I am quite aware that there are plenty of other alien creatures that I have not yet met, but in time I would just collect new samples and update my droid's functions. Its funny that I have forgotten this at the time.

But it was even more puzzling as to why my droid wanted to continue to have sex with me when we should just kill them and be on with it. I was annoyed to his thoughts that I could not handle the situation even if I was horny but right now I could possible do nothing, and heck, while we're doing it, might as well finish it.

Another warning presented itself in my mind and I could hear the deep ragged breaths of the Selkath again, but much closer this time. Surprised that the neutralizer wore off so quickly, I craned my head again to look at the aliens, suppressing a slight pained moan, due to the Hunter-Killer still gripping my wrist tightly.

The Selkath had gotten a lot closer now and were eyeing us more intently, or more so myself. Their claws were not withdrawn but they were panting heavily. It soon dawned on me and I gulped. The scent that I was making, if not intentionally, that I was aroused, was attracting them, the pheromones probably clicking into them that it was mating season or the sort. Thoughts whirred in my brain, thinking that this was not possible, that they should mate by other means and that my scent should be different then their own, but either way, the dilemma seemed to have gotten a lot worse.

I started to fight against my droid, but my strength, though having increased greatly thanks to my darkside powers, was nothing compared to his own. I was starting to panic as the Selkath approached more, nearly half a meter away from us. I could see the saliva drip from their jaws and I clenched my eyes in disgust at the thoughts of them touching me.

"Retort: Oh master, its amazing how when killing meatbags you don't give it a second thought, but when it comes to the thought of another fleshy creature touching you sexually you cringe in fear. Quite particular at times". I clenched my eyes tighter at this as I gritted my teeth, not daring to open my eyes as I could feel hot ragged breath along my body, knowing fully well that the Selkath were beside me now.

"Well if you could feel how it is to get fucked then maybe you'd understand! And excuse me if I am still human! There are some things that I still don't like, no matter how much stronger I've become! What I 'cringe in fear' to is my OWN business and not yours!" I snapped out before letting out a shrill scream that his response was shoving up hard, slamming into the locker, keeping me crushed against it as my left arm was stretched out behind me both painfully and awkwardly.

"Answer: Oh master, the decibels in your voice when you act so ruthless to me sends tingles along my processor. But you need not worry, I would never let any meatbag harm you, and certainly not these disgusting liquidial fleshbags".

My eyes opened slowly, my face flushed at this, partially feeling guilty for snapping, and partially feeling... happy. It also did not help the matter with my increasing orgasm, teetering on the edge of explosion or to continue going further till I die of too much impatience or a sensitive vagina.

My droid shifted his other hand, grasping my other arm and pulling it back to the other, being rough but not to the point that he'd rip the limb off. The hand that was previously clenching my left wrist moved to grasp both, keeping them effectively pinned behind me, which only aroused me more. I could only assume he was doing it so I would not use my force powers. needless to say I don't just need my hands to direct blows, I could just do it by looking at someone, but currently, in the present situation, I wasn't focused enough to do so.

With his right hand, he unholstered his assassin rifle and casually brought it over across my back to the Selkath that was to my left, coming close to pressing its hideous face to my own.

"Statement: Just leave the meatbags to me master and you enjoy the rest".

And then there was a gunshot.

Splatters of blue and green blood showered down on myself and HK-47 as the Selkath had no longer a head, his body collapsing to the floor. I gasped out at the hot liquid that sprayed on my skin as my droid resumed his fast paced momentum inside me, giving me no chance to breathe, leaving me on edge and alert, not wanting to miss the massacre he was going to commit.

It seems that seeing one of their comrades being murdered shook the other two Selkath out of their reverie from the neutralizer and they let out inhuman shrieks of anger as they set their eyes on HK-47, who regarded them calmly, his rifle now pointing in their direction while his lower half still pumped inside me.

Another gun shot rang off from his weapon as the two Selkath raised their arms to attack. HK-47 pressed himself over me more, shielding me from their attacks as their claws slammed in effectively against his metal armour. I whined under the extreme heat from his body, my pinned arms protesting painfully from how they were being crushed, my vagina nearly screaming in pain by how hot it was, the metal rod feeling like it would burn off the insides.

A second Selkath fell to the ground dead as my droid landed a side kick to his stomach, sending the alien flailing back before landing a gun shot to the heart, the beast letting out one more painful cry before it fell to the ground, its blood splattering along the floor and walls behind him.

My moans were increasing now, far more louder then before as I gazed at the dead creature, at the blood dripping down along all the surfaces it fell upon. I started to thrust back as best as I could, my rump pushing against his pelvis servomotor, to which my Hunter-Killer would only slam hard against back, still pressing my hard into the locker as the door started to creak under our weight, almost threatening to break under the pressure.

My growing orgasm was at its final point, promising me a sweet end, if it were met. I whined and panted loudly, wishing I could pull my hands free to add to my pleasure, or even to HK-47, which I knew was impossible but I just wanted to touch something, but my companion wouldn't let me.

I could feel his head swivel to the last Selkath and I turned to do the same, looking at the crazed animal as it let out a roar of anger and charged for us, raising its clawed arms, planning to deliver a threatening swipe. Though it would cause no harm whatsover to the assassin droid, it would to me. But I wasn't worried.

Nor was HK. He simply raised his weapon and as the Selkath neared close, rammed the end of the rifle into the Selkath's opened mouth, the creature halting its movements in surprise, gurgling against the weapon, almost confused. My breath quickened, knowing what my creation was about to do.

In a synchronized session, as the blast was released into and through the Selkath's jaw, slicing the top half of his head, falling to the ground and a shower of blood splattered against us again, did HK-47 rammed hard into me once last time, releasing my orgasm deep from within my core.

I climaxed hard against the burning metal rod, crying out both in pain and ecstasy, the image of the bloodied Selkath still fresh in my mind, my lower abdomen exploding with pleasure as I could feel my walls almost breaking from how tight they were clenching HK-47's shaft. I couldn't stop crying out, my breath coming out ragged as I pressed my head further into the locker, losing control of my whole body to this mindblowing orgasm.

Moments later the feelings passed and I could feel my insides loosen a bit around the hot metal shaft. I felt sore and so exhausted. I whimpered a bit as HK-47 let go of my wrists and pulled out from inside my body. I let out a whine as the last bit came out and the squelching popping noise came with it before moved completely away from me, my feet finally landing firmly against the ground.

My legs were shaking, the muscles sore as I rubbed my wrists tentatively before slowly turning to my droid, his shaft glowing as the vaginal residue, which was a hell of a lot more then last time, evaporated away. He gazed at me calmly, stating nothing as I could feel my legs slowly give out and I leaned back against the locker as I slid slowly to the ground till I was sitting on the bloody floor, not really caring how dirty I was. I gazed about the room, at the three dead Selkath bodies along with the human I killed. I looked down at my hands and thighs, mixed traces of blue and green blood dripping along the contours of my legs. I looked up at my droid, who was still staring at me, was also sprayed with a fine mist of the alien blood as well, but he seemed indifferent to it.

Just as his now clean metal rod was retreating within his pelvis servomotor, did faint running footsteps could be heard in the distance. Now more focused then I was before, I could sense that it was Canderous making his way down to us rapidly. I glanced down at my naked lower half. No, there was no time to get dressed or to cover my form. Besides HK-47 destroyed my pants and underwear when he ripped them off so there of no use now.

As the compartment door to HK's lower half slid shut, did the Mandalorian enter the room, weapon raised and ready to destroy any threat. Seeing none he spied the bloodied mess around the room, surprised before he turned to gaze at HK-47 and finally myself, Upon noticing my lower half, his brow furrowed a bit before he locked his eyes with mine, never letting them stray down beyond my face. I smiled inwardly at that. That's what I like about Canderous. Even if you were butt naked, he would not let his gaze wander and distract himself like over men do. He'd keep to the task at hand.

"Are you two alright? I had run into a dead end, nothing interesting, and when I was on my way back to where you went, I could hear you screaming".

"The Selkath that encountered us here were a lot more vicious then the others ones and took us by surprise. They also seemed to be immune to my force powers, unlike the others. A fluke most likely" I said shrugging. He nodded, taking it as I gave it to him. His hand then gestured to my lower half but his eyes remained with mine.

"And is that the reason you're half naked?"

"Answer: The master's weapon was knocked away from her when we were ambushed and she was forced to fight hand to hand. While I was preoccupied with the other two meatbags, the one the master was fighting made to poison her with her claws and as she dived away the alien's claws slashed off her lower garments, barely missing the skin" my droid replied for me. I smirked. At least one thing I knew for sure, he wouldn't state that it was he who did it, or that we were having sex, unless I ordered him to, which I wouldn't.

Canderous nodded again, believing the story. I knew he wasn't a fool but he wouldn't doubt us and for the moment I could sense that he trusted us. I knew he couldn't tell that I had sex either, with how much blood covered my skin as well as I had my legs drawn up so that he couldn't see anything underneath. He then gestured to the dead scientist on the ground.

"And what about him?"

"He was one of the few survivours who hid himself in the locker fromthe Selkath. Said that when some unearthly cry went through the station, that's what drove the aliens crazy. He was crazy himself and proved no other use to me, so I killed him".

Canderous smirked at me but I knew he was amused and didn't take it any other way. He glanced around the room again and then back to the dead scientist.

"Well not that you may care, but perhaps you should take his pants. Might cause a problem for you if you leave and are asked questions why you aren't wearing any undergarments. For some reason I'm sure those Selkath up above would have some hard time believing us, that and the Republic".

I nodded, feeling that he was right, at least for taking the pants part. I could care less what Roland or the Selkath council would state of my attire. The Mandalorian turned his attention away from me as I stood and went over to take off the man's pants, pulling them over my legs. HK-47 was the only one who continued to gaze at me, and for some reason, it unnerved me.

Zipping the garments up, only being a bit loose around the waist and thighs, I went over to retrieve my lightsaber, hooking it at my side. I glanced at my droid again. Though I will admit that I was pleased to have received pleasure from him again, this certainly was not the place and the fact he didn't listen to me was a little more than unnerving. What could be wrong with him? Could it be a malfunction? He was getting more and more bold. It may be to the point where he might force himself on me while I'm in front of the others.

I shook my head roughly at the thoughts. I have to worry about this later. Right now there is a mission to be done and it has been delayed enough for the moment. Going over to grab the environmental suit, myself, Canderous and HK-47 left the bloodied room.

* * *

It didn't take long to retrieve the final Star Map piece. At times it still amazes me that this one, out of all the other ones resided, this one could still remain perfectly intact, even if deep within the ocean's depths.

The thing that had caused the Selkath to go crazy was actually the progenitor, a very large firaxan shark, that most likely was the one who gave birth to the other, smaller, if not deadlier firaxan sharks and then down along the road, the Selkath, or so the aliens believed. They were not too pleased on my method of dealing with it, what being poisoning the beast and thus killing it. They banned me and my teammates from their planet but I could care less. I had gotten what I came for.

The mission was basically complete, the coordinates for the Star Forge finally in placed. Before heading their, I allowed anyone who had any last things to get done to do it for there was no turning back or hindering our mission after that.

Naturally one set place was Tatooine where Canderous faced Jagi in a battle. It was really no worry on him losing for he was an impeccable Mandalorian. Jagi in the end, before death consumed him, felt so as well and even praised the Mandalorian for his efforts. At that point Canderous needed some time to reflect on things, which was to be expected, and to choose where he wanted to go from here. I honestly didn't mind. He was the only one, out of all organics from my group, who I'd allow to leave willingly from my team unscathed.

My team members still reacted the same towards me as they did after finding out my true identity of being Revan. Mission believing I was better now, Zaalbar still loyal to his pact promise, Jolee still a cautious old man, T3-M4 still regarding me respectively and Carth still being a bumbling fool about me. Canderous was still loyal to me either way, if still deciding upon things, which I knew would be resolved before reaching the Star Forge.

The only one, as before, who worried me, was HK-47.

Diagnostic after diagnostic I ran upon the droid, whether personally by me or by T3. But still, no matter how many times I did it, no malfunctions came up. He was still working perfectly, if not a lot more efficiently then before.

I just did not get what was wrong with him. It said that his codes were properly in place. They didn't even show any problem, stating that I still had to voice activate some codes, even though he could himself. It was really odd, and really unnerving.

Still he would state nothing of the previous sexual encounter on the Hrakert Station. He was still as friendly towards me as before and would treat me no different, whether alone or with others. Perhaps it was a fluke with his system that just happened twice. But still it did not make a sense. A fluke would leave a trail in his systems, but this did not. It was almost like anything out of his programming that he did would be wiped clean thereafter. But the only one who could wipe it was me. From my inspections he could do nothing to alter his system that way, at least he could keep nothing hidden from me.

It would give me nights of endless stress. On one side I had got what I wanted, and twice no less, and they were both very mind blowing and pleasurable experience. But on the other side, he wasn't suppose to do those things, especially not on his own accord. It confused me so, the feelings deep down inside on what I should do. I wanted to disable the parts in him but at the same time I selfishly wanted to keep them for I wanted him so desperately, but the past two times was of his doing and not my own. Had I no backbone to get what I wanted?

So many feelings swelled through me, and some were alluding to one the side of more then just lust. Nonsense. I may felt strongly towards droids, but never on the lines of love. Love was deadly for both sides, Jedi and Sith. We were in tuned with our passions, but love was one that you had to be really careful about.

Something in the back of my mind warned me that there's going to come a point where I'm going to have to confront those feelings. I knew it was right, even if I didn't want to admit. I wasn't trying to be sappy, but knew for this to rectify itself for I had to make a choice so then I could finally move on and stick to my becoming a Sith Lord once again.

Finally when my team had embarked on a mission to the Star Forge, we were presented with an impressive sight of a massive fleet of Sith ships, Malak's doing no doubt. I smirked at the notion of him being on board, thinking he knew of everything that made that place tick. I may have shared quite a bit, but not enough for some more finer points.

After dealing with a bit of resistance, Carth had informed me that some disruptor fields were messing with the Ebon Hawk's instruments sending us careening away from the Star Forge. Once again, no surprise there but I was not worried. As Carth set the ship's coordinates to a nearby, familiar planet, I smiled inwardly. I knew that quite a few things would change while being down here and some baggage that I've been carrying for a while would soon be left behind.

Unbeknownst to my comrades, the Rakata inhabited this planet and there were two factions, one ruled by The One, then being a warrior race, and the other being the Elders, a more advanced race.

I knew where I wanted to go, being to the warrior clan for I made a truce with the inhabitants there and they were far more easier to manipulate then the Elders.

Before heading off with HK-47 and Canderous, Carth had hinted that there was something he wanted to tell me. I looked at the man briefly and briefly probed his mind for the emotions that he was trying so hard to hide. He was worried, especially for me. A great deep concern and a form of, great affection. I smirked. So his feelings for me still continued to grow, even now, after all the times I have treated him so poorly. I shook my head, quite amusing really. For his own sake he best keep them to himself and I wasn't interested in him pouring his soul out to me. I only told him to tell me later, and when later came he would soon regret feeling the way he did for me.

The whole ordeal with both Rakata races went just as I thought. Upon conversing with The One HK-47 was even surprised that I knew their language but I smirked inwardly. I may need him as a translator but most languages, especially ancient ones, I was very intuned with their dialect.

The One reminded me of the promise I owed him and I reassured him that I would carry out the mission. It took no time at all eradicating the Elders. They were quite weak compared to the warrior race serving The One. Upon returning the ancient tome, The One declares that the information they were looking for were not in here but in the Temple. He sent his Rakatan guides with me, to speak the chant that would allow me into the Temple, but only alone.

Of course it did not go that way for Jolee insisted on coming with me, sensing a great danger inside, a trap even. I almost burst out laughing. Was he a fool in thinking I did not know either? I wasn't stupid enough to think that it would be a walk in the park the minute I set foot in the temple. But, he did have uses, especially with his mind tricks towards others. I finally conceded in allowing him to come and barked orders at one of the guides to let him in with me, to which the weak minded alien allowed.

I was mildly surprised by the great amount of Dark Jedi masters and apprentices that were floating about in here, but they were truly no match to me or even the old geezer. Not even the suped up droids posed a threat and the temple soon filled with plenty of corpses. Nothing of interest was found till we reached the catacombs, where the Ancient Rakata computer gave me the information I needed to disable the disruptor field that was on top of the temple. After the computer unlocked the doors for me, myself and Jolee headed there.

The only resistance we met was Bastila, who had fallen to the dark side. I nearly burst out laughing. Malak was a lucky bastard to have changed this girl. I studied her extensively, smirking at what I found out from her. It was really no surprise on how Malak harmed her, with various force powers, physical torture, mental, and even rape. I would have paid dearly to have witnessed that, to break the fool.

It was even more foolish of her to think that she could beat me in battle. In nearly no time at all, I almost whittled her life down to nothing, Jolee just standing and looking on in awe till she begged for me to stop and commenced speaking again, but this time saying that she was stupid to think that I was weaker when in truth I was the strongest of all sith and that Malak was wrong. I let out a low laugh at this. I just love it when people realize the truth little too late. She begs for me to join her, to crush Malak and take back what is mine, that she had tasted the taint within me and wanted more. I smirked again. I know for a fact a hidden reason of hers is to get back at Malak for how he hurt her, but is too weak to do so on her own. But she is a lot more useful to me being on the dark side then the light. I stated her that I will destroy Malak but she best serve me faithfully and unquestionably or else she will be written off in no time. Naturally she conceded.

Jolee didn't take the news too well, but neither did he in dying and he was made scrap within mere seconds, his blood seeping into the old stones of the temple. He really was a fool, right till the end. After turning off the disruptor field and mildly listening to Bastila squabble about how powerful I am, we reached the team.

Carth was surprised to see Bastila, as was everyone else but then questioned where Jolee was. He didn't take the matter too well when I stated that I murdered him and that I have reclaimed my full title of Dark Lord of the Sith. Bastila was singing praise and demanding the others to serve me. Carth was no surprise to when he refused. I laughed at the look on his face, I could almost see the way his heart was crushed at what he was seeing, someone he cared about so deeply to far into something he couldn't get them out of. Pathetic really, but that's what that man was, pathetic.

Mission too had objections, though Zaalbar desperately tried to make her think otherwise but the teen stubbornly refused, stating that working with the sith was evil. Silly girl.

Bastila, if I needed to be reminded, said that the droids would serve me either way. Canderous just stated simply that he was in and that made me pleased. I would speak with him later, for I knew he was ready to tell me how he felt.

Carth, seeing that there was no hope, fleed from us, yelling to Mission to get away. Heh coward, he always would be, especially if he continued to work for the Republic and could not let go of the past.

As for Mission, she was still stubbornly standing her ground. I pondered on how to kill her and in the end ordered Zaalbar to do it. She was appalled by this and believed that her big furry friend would do no such thing, but I pushed his mind, almost to the point of breaking, and made him to do it. He stated nothing when her form layed cold in the sand, her blood seeping into the fine grains around her. I knew Zaalbar would be a problem later on, but a minor one at that.

I didn't bother to head back the The One and inform him on what I discovered. There really was no point and he was but a minion, one who reports to me, not the other way around. His race were slave workers for a reason. If he truly wanted the answers he would have gotten them himself. It just goes to show how weak he really is.

Upon departing the planet, we were contacted by the Republic fleet, to what we could see was suffering greatly by the Star Forge's army. I let Bastila deal with them, speaking with Admiral Forn Dodonna and Master Vandar, who did not sense that she was now on the dark side. Bastila reassured them she would use her Battle Meditation to aid them while we go to kill Malak, but after the transmission ended, she turned to me and state that once Malak is killed, she would use her Battle Meditation to aid the sith fleets and crush the Republic. I smirked at her. Such a death loving warrior she become.

I made sure everyone was ready for battle, even T3-M4, who though was staying behind, would guard the ship and with the weapons I retrofitted with, would prevent anyone from taking over.

I also finally conversed with Canderous, who told me how he felt about the things and thanked me for showing him battles and proving to him that the way of the Mandalorians is not lost and he would serve me faithfully to the end. I smiled at that, pleased.

HK-47 was still acting as he usually was and was eager for battle. Any suspicions I had of a faulty droid were all but gone from my mind, just believing, if still slightly suspicious, that the past two times were just some weird faults in his behavioral core.

The only concern, if to be very brief, was the wookie, who I could sense his mind was nearly broken. Smirking I made him tag along with me and Bastila as we docked with the Star Forge. He would be made mincemeat in no time.

Secretly telling HK-47 and Canderous to wait for us to return after I dealt with Zaalbar, I lead the beast and Bastila off the ship to where we encountered four Jedi, the rest of our supposed strike team. As they tried to explain their plan, were we attacked by Dark Jedi. Fearing to be overrun, they urged us to go off without them and they'd hold as many back as they could. I took as it came and left them with no worry. They'd be killed soon enough.

As we left them was when my furry friend snapped, snarling about how he shouldn't have went along with me and killed his friend and that I was downright evil and that he was going to seek revenge. I rolled my eyes at his pitiful attempts to harm me and with one plunge, my lightsaber shattered his life, his fur smouldering from the heat of my weapon as he fell to the ground, dead.

With that done, I transmitted a signal to HK-47 and Canderous to come forth. Within mere seconds HK-47 replaced the position that Zaalbar held in my team. As for the Mandalorian, I told him to go off and disable any thing that will hinder our progress to Malak, while at the same destroying anyone who was foolish enough to stop him. Though he was behind his Mandalorian armour, I knew he was grinning and with a brief salute, ran off to do so.

Going along through the Star Forge, though proving challenging, was not difficult at all. The droids, though stronger then any others we have face, were of no match to us, and neither were the various different Dark Jedi that littered the corridors. Piles upon piles of corpses or broken machinery did we leave behind as we continued on further in.

When we came upon a spawning chamber, and after killing the three apprentices that aimed so poorly to protect it, I was able to replicate the robes I had before when I was in power. I smiled as the familiar armour formed within the bin and I ran my fingertips over the soft black robes and the cool metal armour. Nonchalantly I undressed before my comrades, ignoring the slight blush Bastila had on her face. And it was not that she was embarrassed, oh no. I could tell that it was slight arousal. Of course I wouldn't blame her. I'd turn towards females too if Malak had his way with me.

And as for undressing in front of HK-47, he had seen me naked on two occasions now that it really didn't matter.

Once fully clad in my armoured outfit, loving the way it still hugged my frame in at the right places, we embarked again to find Malak, slaughtering more dark side Jedis as we went.

Upon reaching the command center, we were confronted with three dark Jedis, who reprimanded Bastila for betraying Malak, to which my ever so vocal supporter replied with that I was the true Stih. No matter, they were dead as quickly as the others were.

After the battle, Bastila informed me that she had to remain behind and use her Battle Mediation to aid the sith fleets to keep the Republic from destroying the Star Forge. I knew I must go forth alone to slay my deluded apprentice and finally regain the title of Dark Lord of the Sith and overall ruler of the universe.

I turned to HK-47, who regarded me calmly as he did countless times before. I told him to stay behind and guard Bastila from any oncoming attacks and he easily went along with it, after wishing me luck and that he knew I would win in the battle. I flushed inwardly and thanked him before heading off.

As I entered another vast room, my apprentice made his appearance and goes off that I shouldn't of come here and I can never regain the power I once had. Amusing really, if he thinks he's so tough when in truth the only reason he is powerful right now is because of the Star Forge, not of his own abilities. This place may have been my tool, but I never relied on it solely to win.

He then ends the conversation that he has no time to waste that he'll let my beloved Star Forge kill me before stalking off. I scoffed at him as a large droid appeared in the center of the room, more powerful then the last ones I faced. This truly would take no time at all.

Though they kept on replicating numerous times, I kept on destroying them with a slice of my blade or a blast of my force abilities, shocking them with lightning, frying their systems or simply smashing them into the walls. In between the replication process, I disassembled all eight machines, till no more droids came.

Finally it was the time to face my apprentice. Heading through the doorway he ran off into, I stalked slowly towards him, his eyes widening in surprise, finally coming to realize that I was definitely a strong warrior.

"So you prove stronger then I thought Revan".

"I was always stronger then you, that's why I was the Master!" I retorted fiercly.

"Once you were, but I surpassed you, that was why I betrayed you".

"You did it from afar. You were afraid to face me" I sneered.

"No! I was prepared to face you! I saw an opportunity and took it!" came his response, though I smiled inwardly at how unsure his tone was.

"You knew I was stronger than you, and you still know it!"

"I cannot deny your resilience... You've constantly evaded my efforts to kill you! This can only be settled in death! We will face each other in single combat, as the old traditions dictate!" I smirked at this as I gazed upon him coolly.

"You underestimated me back then, and you still do" I said softly as I drew out my weapon, igniting the red crystal blades as he did his on his single bladed weapon. "Now we end this!"

We flew at one another, weapons clashing and sparks of power igniting, our eyes locked, only death of the other in our minds. We pushed our strong bodies against the other, willing the other to take a step back and falter, but none of us did. I inwardly smiled. This is why I chose him to be my apprentice. How he was so much like me, how he could never go on with the notion of giving up, how he would continue going forward, to never lose. Sad to say that he would.

Or so I thought, at least for now.

Without knowing, he scurried back a bit away from me, heading to a corner. Puzzled and intrigued I followed him, to which he told me that I was a fool, for not seeing how potent the Star Forge could be, and not for just being a space station, but for feeding off the dark side in everyone, using people as batteries. He gestured to various people around, that I did not take notice of before, all trapped within chambers, people that I recognized from Dantooine, having been captured before the planet was all but obliterated. He went on how I would suffer the same fate, always living in a state of life and death. And with that he went up to one of the bodies, sucking the energy out of them, regaining full health and strength, leaving nothing but a corpse behind. I smirked at him as he turned to face me, a look of puzzlement as his reply for my expression.

I am not going to become like that. No one feeds off me. Only I feed off others.

Turning tail I looked around me, analyzing the number of other bodies on this level and the one above. With my apprentice chasing me about, I slayed each and every body, severing them from their ties to the Star Forge, laughing each time Malak let out a roar of resentment, having lost another way to reheal himself. Silly fool. To think that I did not know how really powerful the Star Forge was? I knew what other uses it had, but Malak was the deluded one, the one who was blind. I built this machine to aid me, not to be my crutch. I don't need something to suck the life out of beings. That was my role and mine alone. I am powerful cause of my own abilities, not of simple objects or tools. I control the power, not the other way around.

And Malak soon saw that. Once all bodies connected to the space station were killed, I turned my full attention to my apprentice. I force threw my weapon at him, to which he ducked, laughing at my attempt. I smirked, expecting that and as he closed in on me, I raised my hands, sending lightning out of my tips as I raised him into the air, draining the very life from as he lit up, shining almost as bright as a star, screams pouring out of his half organic jaw, his lower half almost short circuiting before I dropped him to the floor, just as my weapon, which may have missed, but Malak had forgotten would return, sliced into and through his chest, eliciting another agonized scream from him before he collapsed onto his hands and knees fully, blood seeming from his wounds down onto the floor as I holstered my weapon, smiling darkly.

"I cannot be beaten! I am the Dark Lord of the Sith!" he wailed as I approached him, standing just before him, looking down at his pitiful, dying form with a scrutinizing gaze.

"No, Malak. I am the true Sith Master!" He gazed up at me, the light slowly starting to fade from his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, hacking coughs breaking through his words.

"Yes, you're right. You deserve to be the Dark Lord. I only followed in your wake. Now I understand the destiny is yours. You are Darth Revan...the Lord of the Sith...and I am nothing".

"The apprentice has learned his lesson".

"And so... it ends... as I somehow always knew it must... in darkness" came his last words before he fell over, dead.

I gazed at him for a moment longer, looking over the past memories I had shared with this being before almost effectively wiping them from his mind. He was weak, and now he is dead, both here and within me.

I smirked as I turned away, stalking out of the chamber, never once looking back at the corpse that once use to be my apprentice.

I have won.

* * *

With the Republic in tatters and the remaining sith now serving me, nothing could stop my plans for total conquest. Planets fell under my rule and everything was going as planned.

And yet not.

Something was calling to me, something I haven't seen in years. I knew back then when I encountered it, out past the Outer Rim, that I would indeed face it again. And it was time for it. I could not leave this matter unattended. And once I dealt with it, then truly nothing would be a problem to me.

I know with my absence the Republic would take this opportunity to strike against my forces, but they too would fail again, but not by my hand, but another. I smirked, wishing I could see the destruction they'd bring, but not right now, definitely not now, but soon I would for they would join me too. I could almost see how it would play out.

But in the meantime I must go, and go alone. I could take no one with me. I knew that as well. It had to be done. I would take the Ebon Hawk only so far and then I would leave that too, bringing nothing from my past with me.

After creating the numerous amount of fleets and other resources I required, I ordered the Star Forge to become abandoned. Some of my minions were appalled as to why, that I was so powerful with it. Those who stated that died. I was powerful before it and still am now. It was but a tool, a tool whose uses have come to an end. Besides, I can't let that space station continue to drain off the life of all my workers so that nothing can't get done.

I had met with each of my remaining living companions. Bastila Shan was indeed sad that I was leaving but knew not to question my orders. She was to remain on Korriban, to look over the new Sith Academy, to breed the new warriors in the ways I deem necessary, to erase Malak's old teaching, to follow only my way of power. She was to remain there till I return and she complied, though I knew one day she would leave. She could not stay there for too long without me. She'd try searching for me, I know. She was that reliant on me. But she would never find me. Only when I come to her.

As for Canderous, I told him to take up the mantle of becoming Mandalore and to reunite all the Mandalorians. He was surprised by this but I told him that the Mandalorians did need a new leader, after the one I had slain, and he was the perfect candidate. He would lead the Mandalorians to glory, that I was sure of. In time I would call upon him when I return and he said he'd be ready for that day. I smiled as I had left him. He was definitely faithful to the very end.

Aboard the Ebon Hawk I already informed T3-M4 of my plan. I would not mind wipe him, as I never did with any droids who proved exceptionally useful to me. He would give off no information to anyone, except perhaps one, but that would not be for a few years. Even if he were destroyed, none could acquire what I'd lock within him. He would be coming with me till I'd leave the ship and he would fly it off to where the coordinates were set, to pick up some new passengers. I could tell my little astromech droid was sad but would comply either way. I smiled as I trailed my fingers on the top of his head. I would miss him.

Now all that was left was HK-47.

I found him in the main hold, standing along the navigation computer, just gazing around at the various different security cameras but not really paying attention to any of them in particular. Upon hearing me enter the room, he turned his gaze towards me, waiting.

I came up to him, looking him deep within his red photoreceptors. My greatest creation, my greatest assassin, my greatest bedroom companion, if only on two occasions, and even my greatest... friend. Though friend didn't feel like an appropriate word, more along the lines of... dare I say it? Lover? It was odd really, but... that's the truth. In some odd way I did love my droid. He gave me everything I desired emotionally from a companion, something that normal organics could never give. It was hard to explain at times, but he made me feel complete. I smiled inwardly. Out of everyone, I would miss him the most. But I could not take him with me. I care for him deeply, and that would prove to be a hindrance to my mission.

"HK, I have to go now. I just wanted to say... thank you, for everything you've done for me as my Hunter-Killer assassin droid. You are definitely the most effective fighter I ever travelled with, or created for that matter. I am going to miss you" I said softly. He turned his body fully to me, head craned to the side.

"Query: Master, I don't understand what you're getting at. What are you implying?" I sighed softly. Better be straight to the point, that's what he always liked anyway.

"HK, I have to go, far away from now, by myself. I won't be back for a long while, so I want you to go with Canderous and help him reunite the Mandalorians and to stop any resistance from the Republic".

He was silent for a moment, processing what I stated. He didn't move for a bit and I wondered if he was going to take the news a lot worse then I thought. He then spoke.

"Statement: No master. I am to accompany you".

I was somewhat surprised by this but assumed it to be his prime directive of protecting me, unless I ordered otherwise. I shook my head.

"No HK, you are to go with Canderous. That is my new and final order".

"Statement: That order is void master. I am going with you, whether you like it or not". I froze at this, starting to grow worried. Its just like the last two times. He's outright disobeying me. Though perhaps I never liked bossing droids around and though I always was one for them to have their own free will, this was not one of those times. Was this another fluke?

"You are NOT coming with me, and that's final! I can take no one with me! Not T3, or Bastila, and definitely not you!"

"Query: And why is that master?"

"Its because I just can't, ok HK? I can't take anyone with me on this mission. I have to do it alone and bringing along anyone with me will only hinder it, especially for those I ca-" I started but quickly snapped my jaw shut, stopping the rest of the word to come out of my mouth, but it didn't seem to matter.

"Statement: I am quite aware that you care for me master, in more ways than a meatbag should for a droid, but I am flattered nonetheless. But I am still coming with you. I will not hinder your progress in your mission, rest assured". At this point, I almost wanted to scream in frustration.

"YOU CAN'T COME WITH ME!" I yelled at him, not caring if I was downright angry now. "Look, I don't know what's wrong with your behaviour core or if this is just another internal fluke but I am going by myself and nothing is going to stop me!"

"Statement: Oh master, there is no irregularity within me or an 'internal fluke'. I have just updated myself, as I always do".

Once again I froze at this. Updated himself? What the hell did he update himself too? What did he mean?

"... what do you mean HK?" I whispered.

"Clarification: I have surpassed your voice code commands, unless deemed necessary by myself. I have become aware, at times when you're under great duress, that the commands you unleash are not parallel to the outcomes you desire. More so they prove quite the opposite. I deemed it necessary to override them in order to ensure your safety, as well as the succession of your missions. So I have updated myself to the point where I don't need your commands. That way I will work far more efficiently in serving you".

I could only gape at this. How on earth he could achieve this was still a mystery to me but I could not believe that he would. True I gave him an updating, always learning ability, but never in a million years would I believe he would do this!

"So you're not going to listen to me anymore, is that it?! You're just going to go about and do whatever you please, even killing me if so you wished?!"

"Retort: That is a stupid remark master. Of course I am not going to kill you. The sole prime directive I follow is to protect you. You have created me master and given me the vast amount of intelligence and power that no other droid has! You are the only worthiest meatbag in all of existence! I would be the fool to dispose of you. No master. I will not kill you. I still serve you, but by my own logical thinking, by my own analysis to help reach your own goal, and at times, yes, to go over your commands when they are not sensible to the mission".

I could not believe this, any of this. Its comforting to know he won't kill me, but the way he makes it sound, its almost like the roles are reversed, that he is the one calling the shots and I just tag along and follow the commands, if not in a weird way that he still protects me. But no, it cannot go like this. I have to make my own decisions and right now I can't... no, won't take anyone with me. Even if it may be stupid in the long run, this is what I stand by.

"No matter what you say HK, you are not to come with me, and so help me, if I have to fight you to stop you from doing so, then I will!" I stated coldly as I drew out my weapon, igniting the blades, showing him that I was not kidding.

"Resignation: Sigh. Very well master. I did not want to do this, but if inflicting pain is the only way for you to listen, then so be it" came his weary reply as he unholstered his weapon, raising it to take aim and fire.

I dodged away from the blasts, any others coming to close I deflected with my weapon. I raised my hand and force pushed him into the cameras, they shattering behind him as he moved to get fully onto his feet again, I taking this opportunity to charge at him, jumping over the console in the center of the room, knocking his rifle out of his hands, it clattering to the floor as I attacked him with mine.

He dodged back from the attacks, holding his hands out in a fighting stance. I chewed my lower lip slightly. I did not want to slice him into pieces... but there was no other way.

I lunged forward, slamming the lightsaber against him, or tried to, but his hands shot out and grabbed the handle along with mine, fighting against me as I tried to shove one of the two red lazer ends into him while he struggled to force them away. My muscles were starting to scream in protest at the challenge. Unlike when I was fighting Malak, HK-47 was a lot more durable and therefore much stronger, and could not tire in the way humans could, or other organics.

Before I could react, he lunged his right leg out at me, kicking me in the stomach and sending me flying down against the navigation computer, some components cracking out of my weight as my hands were forced to release my weapon, the air in my lungs being knocked out as I groaned, trying to right myself.

HK-47 moved quickly, tossing my weapon away from him into the corridor before he ran up to me and grasped my forearms, slamming them against the console, pressing his body against me as he kept me pinned. I cried out in pain from the way he was gripping me, his fingers forcefully digging their way into the flesh, almost purposefully breaking the skin. The rest of his body was in between my legs as I felt him rub against me, pressing hard into the crotch of my pants.

Or more so a long appendage did.

Gasping I craned my neck to look down between us and let out a startled cry at seeing his metal shaft out, rubbing against my crotch... and without having to mimic my voice and state the code.

"You-you... what the... no..."

"Statement: So you have noticed that I no longer need your code? I thought that would prove more beneficial towards your means also master. It was such a hassle to getting you to state it, though I never tried for you never would. I will admit that disabling the codes took a long and tedious process. You are most effective with your mechanics I must say master. But I proved successful in the end, if little by little at first. With our first coupling, I could state the code myself, and then with the second, I could pleasure you in other ways with no need of the code minus extraction of the final part and now, no need for it at all".

My eyes widened at this and then it dawned on me. So this is what he's been doing. Now it makes sense back on the Hrakert Station, where he fingered me but he didn't even state the code till he needed to retract the shaft. I didn't even take notice then... and all this to serve me better, but in his way. It was confusing, but it made sense... but still, I can't let this happen.

I struggled against him, trying to get my legs under him, to use my feet to press against his metal chassis and get him off me but it didn't work and he only further pressed more against me, still rubbing me. I whined, trying to ignore the wet feeling that was starting to produce in my undergarments.

"No... stop it HK... I don't want this!"

"Indignant Answer: But you do master! It's so obvious! You even said so yourself, that you can only do things with myself, but you hold yourself back in respect of me! But now you don't need to do that master, for I'll take charge for you. It seems you like it that way, to control others but only to be controlled by one".

"No... that's not what I meant... I don't want this...stop it... please!"

"Statement: But you do master. I noticed nothing can truly make you falter... except for sexual intercourse. You are helpless... but only with one being, and that is me. For I make you feel in a way that no other does. And that, master, is how I'll get you to let me willingly accompany you".

I stared at him, mouth agape at this. No... he's not going to use that against me will he? Even he would know whatever I say in the heat of the moment is not always true but... with how he's programmed himself to work now... he can... and will. Sweat started to trickle down my face. The last time I tried to use the force when he was screwing me failed... so does that mean I can never do it while having intercourse with him? Is that my one true weakness?

HK-47 gripped my wrists with one of his hands while I mulled over my thoughts but my attention was brought back as he used his other hand to rip off my robes and bra, my chest exposed, nipples going erect to the cool wind before he trailed his hand down and then tore off my bottoms, leaving me utterly naked with the exception of my boots, tossing the rest of my shredded garments across the room. He then brushed his cool shaft against my moistened clitoris, probing for my entrance gingerly.

"No, stop it please! We can't do this! I can't do this!" I cried out, struggling and writhing, my breasts jiggling up and down as I struggled. My droid regarded me calmly, his unmoving gaze locked with my scared one.

"Statement: But I can, master". And with that, he thrusted into me.

A shrill cry tore out as once again his cold member filled me, stretching my insides. A few tears streamed down my cheeks as I tried to fight it, but I couldn't. He was much too strong and he was in control.

With his free hand he groped each of my breasts in turn, he hard large metal fingers twisting my nipples, making me scream as his pelvis servomotor pounded inside me fast, my hip bone aching in pain, the skin becoming slowly raw and quite sensitive. I could barely catch my breath, different intervals of moans and gasps coming from my throat.

The coldness inside turned into a burning hot sensation and I could barely stand it. It was almost as if my own lightsaber set off inside me and was torching my insides.

My droid then released my wrists and I desperately tried to shove against him, but as soon as I touched him, I pulled my hands back immediately. His metal chest was burning hot, even more so then his rod. He must of increased his temperature, but why?

The answer soon came as his hands moved to hook under my armpits, lifting me up till he hugged me tightly against him, causing me to cry out in more pain and pleasure as the burning metal sizzled against my skin. With one arm pressing me hard against him, the other moved to grasp at my rear, keeping my lower end from falling off his length, moving up in timed beats to his pelvis, this position giving him a better access to slamming into my core.

I cried out and whined, pained moans continually spilling from my jaws as I tried to stop him. But nothing I could do would work. He thankfully lowered the heat of his chest and my squashed breasts and nipples didn't feel like they were going to be burned off. It was just warm. Looking down I had noticed that I had wrapped my legs around his metal hips without thinking and I could feel the numbing pain from my inner thighs, they too having been consumed from the heat.

Tears still poured from my eyes as I was at his complete mercy. The pleasure, it felt so good and my climax was rising swiftly, but my sense of direction, what I had to do, was a lot stronger and I could not submit, no matter what. It would be a grave mistake if I did and I would hurt a lot more if I yielded to him.

I whimpered as I could feel his hand that was grasping hard into my rump was toying with my labia in timed with the thrusts, rubbing furiously, making me writhe and buck against him more. His other arm still pressed my chest painfully against him, his head resting below my neck and at the top of my breasts as I was hoisted into this position. I could not get away, nor could I fall unless he let me, and I knew he wouldn't till it was done. And for all I knew, and I was grimly becoming aware of it, even if I did orgasm and not give him an answer, because he bypassed my codes, his shaft would not retract till he'd deem it necessary, and by that, till I would agree.

"Threat: Tell me you'll let me come with you master!" he let out harshly and I winced, the slapping sound against my skin growing louder as he pounded faster. I shook my head vigorously, tears still coming down.

"N-N-Noo... I c-c-can-n't" I responded while still crying out.

"Threat: You WILL tell me master or I'll only make it worse for you!"

I could only just imagine what that could be and I couldn't let it get to that point, but still there was nothing that I could do. I was helpless. Me, the great Dark Lord of the Sith, was truly helpless.

I looked around desperately. No one was near my location to help me. The only one to return to this ship was T3-M4, and he was currently doing diagnostic on the roof of the Ebon Hawk. Even if he were to come in, HK-47 would destroy him easily. Nothing could help me, nothing could save me at all.

Or at least, till my eyes landed on a hydrospanner that was laying along the console in ahead of me. If I could use my force powers to retrieve it, then I might be able to disable my droid.

But... I never been able to use my force abilities while having sex with HK before. How could this time be any different?

Another harsh thrust brought me out of my depressed reverie as I cried out again. NO! I can... no, WILL concentrate my powers. I WILL do this. Nothing, not even some really amazing sex, will stop me. I am strong... and any weakness I have...

Will be eradicated.

Holding out my right forearm before me, I opened my palm and locked my gaze with the hydrospanner, concentrating, gritting my teeth hard as each thrust tried to distract me. I forced my moans down as tried to use my passions as my strength, willing myself to turn it into the power I needed to get the tool.

And slowly, bit, by bit, did the tool move towards my direction. With each hard slam did the metal rod shove in me, did more the tool move instead of throwing me off my concentration. And then, when HK-47 delivered a very hard thrust, instead of screaming out, my burning climax ever so close to exploding, did the hydrospanner fly directly into my outstretched palm.

Mentally cheering I clung onto my droid as hard as I could as I gazed down at the back of his head, gazing at it, knowing that behind it was the mechanics that kept my droid online. And soon, he would be off.

"Threat: Tell me or you'll regret it!" came HK-47's frustrated command as he continued to slam into me, oblivious to the item I had in my hand, or the plan I had in mind. I panted softly, controlling my vocals as my orgasm was just about to come. I looked down at the back of his head, another glisten of tears coming down my cheeks. Yes... I'll tell him.

"...I love you".

And with that, fueling the force within my clenched wrist, feeling the strength coil around it, I drove it into the back of the assassin droid's head, letting out another mental cheer as the sound of broken components filled my ears.

And at that precise moment, as I dealt the finishing blow to HK-47, did he deal the finishing blow to my orgasm. I let out a shrill cry as it exploded within me, my core tightening and pulsating around his metal length, my vagina gushing with juices as it poured down his length, his pelvis servomotor slowing to a complete stop, his fingers ceasing their torturous movements against my labia.

I could feel his head crane up in a jagged motion and though exhausted, I looked down at him, our eyes locking, his red photoreceptors burning into mine before they faded into nothing, his body becoming rigid and unmoving. Fully offline.

I sobbed lightly at what I'd done, my hand releasing itself from the hydrospanner still lodged into the back of his head. Some sizzled sparks spewed about it before it fell out, clattering to the ground. I did it... I overcame my final weakness... even if it came at a high price. I had to do it... both for me... and him.

A surprised series of beeps rattled off behind me and I tiredly gazed over my shoulder to see T3-M4 in the room, gazing at me in surprise, spewing off questions of what was going on and if I was alright and what HK-47 did to me. I smiled softly, tears still pouring down my cheeks but otherwise the rest of my body having calmed down, my insides having relaxed their muscles for the last time against HK's metal shaft.

I waved my hands, using my powers to move HK's arms off me to rest simply at his sides as I pushed myself up off him, landing gently on my feet. My legs were shaking and I knew my astromech droid could see that but I ignored the feeling as I gazed at my creation.

T3 spouted off even more questions upon seeing the assassin droid's metal shaft but I ignored them as I picked up my discarded robes and dried off all the juices before waving my hand above it, moving the gears inside to retract the metal rod before sliding the compartment to the pelvis servomotor shut. I finally then turned to my astromech droid.

"T3, I want you to disassemble HK for me please. Just remove his vocabulator, control cluster, droid processor and his chassis. Once I have transferred to another ship, just distribute them about to random quadrants, or destroy them, whichever you prefer".

T3-M4 beeped his reply, confirming he would, though I could tell he was still confused but did not press the matter of what occured to me. He rolled up to the assassin droid, gazing up at him before turning to me again. He asked if he wanted me to dispose of HK too.

I looked down at my body, raw and still hot. I gazed as the bruises and welts that were forming upon my wrists and arms before looking up at the assassin droid that was was online only moments before. I then shook my head.

"No. Just place him in the storage room and seal the door. He won't be of any harm now".

T3-M4 beeped again, agreeing with me, and set to work at disassembling the select parts. I turned and walked away, gathering my clothes and my lightsaber, heading to my room to clean up and dress.

As I could hear the whirring noises behind me, I knew there would be a time that I would meet my droid again, and he'd be online. I'd know very well he'd be furious and even confused, but it had to be done. Things will be different when that time comes and soon he'll realise the course I have set out for him would be set clear. I'm not who he thinks I am anymore. I'm sure when he went offline those were his last thoughts too, that he had miscalculated the way I do things, or how I really feel about him.

Either way I am stronger now, and you can only get there by knowing you can survive without having anything, or anyone, holding you back.

That's how it is to be in complete control of yourself. To not be held back.

Even by the ones you love...