Time to play.

Perhaps you can turn fear into attraction? You reach your war-blade slowly, she in response begins to reach for her lightsaber. If it did come to a fight you would blast her with such a barrage of **** powers you would hope her lightsaber could never reach you. It would cut through your war-blade like butter.

You feel her fear, heart pounding like the thrum of a pod racer. You know she can sense your calm and that terrifies her. Your hand clasps the Racor leather handle of your war-blade. Her eyes are unbelieving as you lift the blade and bring it very slowly to your side. She is coiled ready to strike, milliseconds away from drawing her own sabre. Then to her surprise, you place your war-blade on the ground. You slowly raise your eyebrow to her and the release of tension is as visible as the setting suns. She's taken aback as you begin to remove your armour piece by piece. She watches stunned, half recovering from the fear half transfixed. Then you finally remove your top the seeping wounds on your back stick to the fabric and tear off as the shirt is removed. Your skin is sweaty and hot, boiling hot. The cool wind on your uncaged body feels indescribably soothing. You forget about Malora and you cast your top to the ground.

She, however, has not forgotten about you. You’re in-fact are the only thing she can think about. She feasts with her eyes gorging on your muscled body. With a glance, she tastes your solid pecks and savours your defined abs. The adrenaline that is crossing through Malora’s body is filling her mind with animalistic desire. You allow her a short moment to lust over your towering body. She takes longer than you expected and you smile with self-satisfaction. The rigorous training you were **** to endure before the academy has more than paid off.

It’ been a long time without attractive male company in the remote research station. Lord Renning you suspect is not generous with personal time. “Enjoying the view?” You tease, her eyes dart up to yours and her trance is broken. As if she remembers there is a personality attached to the delicious piece of meat she was eyeing up. “Stop it.” She says in a teasing voice, you can tell she is relaxing but still tense. You continue. “I suppose I'm being cruel, confusing you like that. Suppose it was my fault for not stopping.”

“I think we were both being a bit cruel, and in all honesty, I think you’re quite impressive,”

“Quite impressive goodness me.” You couldn’t let that slide and smile wolfishly. “How about we both attempt to make it up to each other. These are dangerous parts and together we stand a much better chance of success.”

“I think making it up to each other sounds like a good idea. But why do you care about my master's foolish errand, you must know its pure fantasy.”

“Surely it must be true? He wouldn’t work on a dead end for years!”

“I have endured that obese oaf for two of the best years of my life, serving as a research assistant in his pathetic excuse for a laboratory. His progress, if there has been progress has been so small it might as well be nothing.” She slinks towards you now here eyes still darting down to your muscular abs and occasionally lower. There is no hiding the natural bulge in the tight suit for someone as blessed as you. You raise your eyebrows. “But progress is still progress, are these beasts sensitive to the ****?”

She retracts herself as if struck and frowns. “You think I care for the study of beasts. I'm a warrior I should be hunting and killing the Emperor's enemies. Slaying Jedi as I did with my last master. Now he was a real Sith Lord.” You sense a powerful longing from her upon the mention of her former master. “What happened to him?”

She closes her eyes as if remembering and when they open they burn with fury, you feel the dark side of the **** radiating from her. “He was cut down by Jedi scum, four to one he fought them. He was powerful, glorious. He taught me things about the dark side Renning would never understand. And those Jedi still live. It is my right to kill them and with this fat fool ill never get the chance.”

“So how are you going to do it? I assume you have a plan. A Sith of your power wouldn’t do nothing?” Your careful levering has worked perfectly and you feel her truly reveal all for the first time. It is a strange feeling. When sensitive to the **** you become sensitive to a beings emotions. Lust is an obvious one, which makes Jedi seem all the more heartless to you. You feel Malora now release her emotions. As if they were caged you can feel them escaping from her. They were there before but now they are free. With a dark smile, she reveals her plans.

“Renning's experiments hinge on the findings of his lost mutant Tuk’ata. With my help, the Dark Council has finally given him one final chance to prove his findings. If this chance failed, his career is over and mine can just begin. With a minor alteration to the Tuk’ata’s brain, we could reveal my master as a fraud.” You need time to think and watching the emotional and lustful eyes of the severely beautiful Malora is not helping you. You focus again on your shoulders they sting with a fierce burning and you have an idea. “It is a shame such a powerful, sith is denied her rightful ****. I will help you. But you need to help me with something first.” Malora steps forwards, your sure she has something in mind. Using the **** you pull a silver capsule of bata-gel from your pack. “Apply this to my shoulders and we have a deal.”

She smiles quite possibly the first genuine smile you have seen from her. It is a savage smile of victory and your not sure if the prospect of her new future or you allowing her hands to roam your powerful body has brought her joy. Regardless she swipes the bata-gel from your hand and provocatively spins her finger indicating for you to turn.

You now have time to think. Sitting on a rock facing out of the cave towards the endless red sands of the planet. The moons are rising now and the red sands make for a strange hue in the pale blue light. Malora is more than happy to work silently behind you, you suspect she may imagine you are her former master. Her hands work with a staggering grace as she dries and tends to your ragged wounds.

To consider. Malora deserves to fight for the empire, but what if the beasts do have a significant connection to the ****. If the mutant Tuk’ata holds scientific importance to the empire then the true results of the experiment must be released. Going along blindly with the Malora might make this trip a lot more enjoyable. But on the other hand, you don’t want to betray Eskella. Sex with her has been the best of your life and for a Sith, she is both powerful and empathetic. A rare mix. You think it best to learn what you can about the Tuk’ata and make your decision when the time comes.