Mission

 You decide to start with Mission.  That walking carpet already swore a life debt to you.  So if she thinks she is just going to follow you around, she will need to learn how to earn her place with you.  

   You find her in one of the rear compartments, playing pazaak with Zaalbar, who is clearly not aware of all the rules and is just humoring her.  

   You lean over to Z and whisper in his ear, “Give us some time alone.”  He nods and walks off, probably happy that he can go tinker around elsewhere.  

Mission sits up and looks over at you. At first she almost doesn’t say anything. Then she speaks very quickly as if to get everything out, “I still can’t believe you are Revan. You did so much to help us, so much to get us out of trouble and you never ditched us along the way. Think about what you are doing, Taris, Dantooine, where does it end? The sith are evil, and I know you are not.”

Your first reaction is fury, but you decide to try and win her over instead. “Mission, you say calmly. The sith are not evil. They are merely the single most powerful entity in the entire galaxy. Those who try to stand in the way of that power simply wind up facing it as an enemy. As for the destruction of those worlds, like Taris, that was not the sith, that was Malak. He is a careless, reckless, weak, fool. I want vengeance on him just as much as you do, but I need you on my side if that is to happen. “

“Well,” she says, thinking it over, “maybe you are right. You can count Z and me to hel...”

“Wait just one second, though,” you say, cutting her off. “First, you must prove that you are loyal to me.”

“How do I do that?” she asks with an innocent naiveté in her voice.

“You simply have to become my loyal servant,” you say, your grin becoming more evil, “and you must pleasure me whenever I need it.”

You sit and order her to begin with a strip tease.

She smiles, and says, “Piece of cake. I spent some time working in Javyar’s Cantina as a dancer, and that is practically stripping anyway.”

She begins by loosening her head coverings, exposing her shapely lekkus. She spins around and takes off her top and her pants with her back still turned. She shakes her shapely ass at you. You can tell that it is true that they say Twi’leks have a natural talent for dance. She dances around some more, eventually losing her undergarments.

Now completely naked, she grinds into your lap. You are quickly getting aroused under that thin robe and decide you need to do something about it. You pull off your robe, exposing your solid erection. She spins around and drops to all fours, crawling over to you. With her head between your legs, she sticks her tongue out and licks directly up your shaft, sending a burst of pleasure through your body.

“Mmm master,” she moans with a wicked grin on her face, “where shall I begin.