Harness your rage.

You stand blooded and scarred in piles of the dead k’lar slugs. Your injuries seeth with pain but you channel your anger and shut out the pain. You move forwards and the Hall arches right then down a wide staircase.

You see ahead a large room illuminated by red lights, lining the walls are coffins of fallen Sith. You see between two red sculpture pillars at the end of the room a stone chest. It has sharply carved sculptures upon it and there is a rack with all but one sword removed from it. You see in the middle of the room the body of a beautiful golden-haired initiate one of her arms is severed and she lies in a pool of her own blood. Zola? You run up to her broken once perfect body. Her eyes are pale and empty no longer holding her dark passionate gaze. You feel a crippling sadness as her limp lifeless body coldly lies in your arms. You hear the roar of a beast and feel a presence behind you. You fill with a powerful rage and turn.

Before you stands a K’lar slug queen, a huge monstrosity seven meters tall. Its numerous rows of teeth are arrayed before you. It rises up and prepares its strike. You hate the beast, you hate Zola for being selfish, for being foolish, for being attractive, but most of all you hate that you feel for her.

The beast strikes, your rage manifests itself and you **** roar at the beast. You scream and your rage is made physicla by the ****. Your roar becomes a shock wave, the beasts strike is stopped in its tracks and the queen falls back. You leap at the queen sword ready and drive your blade deep into its body. You jump off the beast with a backflip and dodge its swinging legs. You charge again and remove a leg with a ferocious slash of your blade. With a downwards hack you vertically slice its body from top to bottom. Your rage is overflowing you pick up the beast with the **** and focusing all your anger you are able to rip the queen clean in half.

The blood rains down as the body tears apart with a crunching rip. You fall to your knees; you should feel victory but you just feel sadness and pain. Zola, why do you care so deeply? You barely knew her; she was a selfish creature. But this cannot stop your lament, all you can think of is her. You look to her body but your mind must be playing tricks the hair is changed, her face different. The body is not of Zola it is of another initiate.

A laugh echoes from the stone walls and Zola appears alive and well her blade is wet with blood. Not the white blood of the slugs the deep crimson of human blood. The blood of the initiate lying dead in the centre of the hall. She smiles at you. “My goodness you are a formidable fighter; you will make a grand champion.” You make to protest, how dare she **** you. Use you like this and kill another Sith initiate for her own gain. But Zola waves her hand and thoughts of lust and admiration fill your mind. Your head spins. Zola is your perfect lover, smart, cunning, powerful not to mention irresistibly sexy. You would make a formidable team.

She struts towards you and you feel her stimulating your cock with the ****. Yet another trick to keep your mind occupied, she is having fun with you. But she is not the only one with tricks.