Aria Lariel, Jedi Padawan (Complete)

Aria Lariel, a beacon of Jedi promise, navigated the labyrinthine underbelly of the Degobah caves, her robes whispering secrets to the dank surroundings. The evening breeze rustled through the moss-draped caverns, casting an ethereal glow on Aria's chestnut hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall of silk. Her emerald eyes, intense and focused, scanned the shadows for hidden threats even as they reflected a galaxy of thoughts.

At only 19, Aria Lariel carried herself with an elegance that masked her formidable strength. Each calculated step she took mirrored the discipline etched into her very being. Her jaw was set in a determined line, and her brow furrowed in concentration; a silent testament to the internal conflict that raged within her - a tug of war between lofty ambitions and nagging self-doubt. Known among her peers as the "ice princess" due to this austere demeanor, Aria wore this moniker like a suit of armor against their hushed whispers. Yet beneath this icy exterior lay an undeniable allure. Her striking beauty was impossible to ignore, making her not just an enigma but also an object of attraction among those who dared to look beyond her frosty facade.

She was lost in thought: dissecting every word from her Master's latest critique about her technique. Their admonishments echoed in her mind like a haunting melody she couldn't shake off. Each perceived flaw was magnified by Aria's relentless perfectionism; every comment about lack of finesse or excessive rigidity became fuel for self-flagellation.

Her heart pounded rhythmically against her ribcage - not out of fear but frustration - as she replayed their words in vivid detail. She analyzed every gesture, every inflection in their voices seeking not just understanding but validation. Her dedication to the Jedi Order ran deep; it was more than just duty or destiny for Aria - it was proof that she could rise above her humble beginnings on the Outer Rim.

Engrossed in these ruminations, Aria failed to notice the malevolent presence lurking ahead in the darkness; so consumed by self-critique that she overlooked danger itself. Unbeknownst to her, something far more sinister than any Jedi Council critique was about to unfold.

As though a predator lurking in the shadows, Zax extended his **** powers towards Aria. His dark energy slithered through the air, unseen yet tangible, like a serpent coiling around its prey. It reached out to her unsuspecting form, striking with the precision of a viper.

A sudden surge of carnal desire lit up within her body, as if an invisible flame had been ignited under her skin. Her Jedi tunic felt suddenly too warm, each breath she drew in seemed to fan this unexpected blaze. She stumbled mid-step, her slender figure pressing against the icy stone wall for support as her mind whirled into chaos.

The sensation was utterly foreign and alarmingly potent. It coursed through her veins like molten lava, setting every nerve ending on fire with a lust she hadn't known existed within her. The world around her spun as she grappled with this invasive arousal that Zax had stealthily unleashed upon her from his hidden vantage point.

Her thoughts fragmented into shards of confusion and desire, replaced by an all-consuming need that she couldn't comprehend nor resist. The lightsaber slipped from her trembling hand, its blue beam extinguishing upon contact with the cave floor.

In contrast to her fading light source, Zax's saber ignited with a menacing red glow in the darkness. The sudden illumination revealed his repugnant figure looming over Aria; a victorious smirk on his face as he reveled in her surprise and ensuing vulnerability.

"Well, well... what have we here?" Zax emerged from the shadows, his bulk coming into frame. "A pretty little Jedi, ripe for the picking."