Follow the story but take liberties along the way.

Following the story seemed the obvious choice and for good reason. There were too many characters along the way to count, both major and minor for you to meet; the swoop gangs of the Lower City, the noble Jedi on Dantooine, the numerous Sith and Dark Jedi who would seek to destroy you, and of course the unforgettable cast of characters that would become your crew on the Ebon Hawk. All of these characters, no... people had lives and stories of their own, and you were eager to get out there and bring them to life. Of course, this was also the moment when you felt one of the most basic of human needs stirring within you, and with it came fantasies you'd almost forgotten.

Glancing over your shoulder, your eyes fall upon the sleeping form of Jaina and a voice in your mind eggs you on to take advantage of her vulnerability. The Dark Side perhaps? You had little experience with the deeper intricacies of the **** thus far, but you're pretty sure sexual **** was far from a virtue of the light. Shaking your head of that impulse, you reason that you want to experience Jaina properly since she was going to be one of your companions for the duration of the story. There was something about breaking a Jedi Knight's celibacy over a longer haul that appealed to you greatly. Besides, if memory served you right, there were two immediate opportunities right here in this very building.

Your mind decided, you stand and head for the door, and immediately upon entering the hall you see a Sith enforcer accompanied by two battle droids confronting a pair of Duros and a male Twilek.

"Alright you alien scum. Up against the wall now. This is a raid!"

"A patrol was here yesterday and they found nothing!" protested one of the Duros, your Godly power translating his Huttese speech flawlessly. "Why do you Sith keep bothering us?"

Immediately he's gunned down by the officer and his droids, sending the alien tumbling backwards in a cloud of purple mist.

"Anyone else feel like backtalking? No? Then I suggest you get up against the wall before I lose my temper again!"

Shaking your head with exasperation, you pull your blaster from its holster and quietly close the distance between you and the officer, digging the barrel into his back aligned with his spine.

"What the-"

"You talk to much," you say cutting him off, followed by pulling the trigger at point blank range.

The two droids move to engage you as the officer collapses with a pained and paralyzed gasp, but they too are turned to scrap thanks to your quick trigger finger. One final shot to the officer's head puts him out of his misery.

"Poor Ixgil," comments the remaining Duro sadly. "He never should've talked back to that Sith. We're lucky you were here to help us when you did. Thank you human."

"Not a problem. It was the right thing to do," you say, waving him off. "Though you should probably get out of here. I'm sure more Sith will come looking for their missing patrol."

"Don't worry about the bodies. We'll move them so it looks like they were killed elsewhere. Again, thank you for helping us human."

He waves over the Twilek to help him clean up the scene as you take your leave, allowing you to resume your search. Circling around through the hall, you eventually come across the door of another seemingly abandoned apartment, but you knew better. Fiddling with the lock, you quickly override the mechanism and **** the door open, much to the shock of the apartment's occupant.

"Who are you?! And what are you doing in here?! You can't just come barging into someone's home!" she protests with a quirky, Tarisian accent.

It was a woman in her late twenties with dark hair pulled back into a pony tail, her slim body dressed in a green, long-sleeved robe-like top and gray trousers, with calf high brown, leather boots. A gloved hand moves to the hilt of a vibroblade hung at her belt. You raise your hands up in front of you placatingly.

"Relax. I thought this apartment was abandoned. I'm sorry," you say in an effort to calm her.

"That's no excuse," she continues to reprimand you. "You can't just run around breaking into random apartments just because you're curious. But at least you have better manners than that pig, Holdan."

"Who?"

"Just one of Davik's men who can't keep his hands to himself. Ugh, I can still smell the stink of his drunken breath. All he got from it was a nasty scar from my vibroblade, but now I'm the one paying the price for it."

"Penny for your thoughts?" you offer.

"No, I don't think I should. I'm in enough trouble already and I don't think I can trust you."

"Sure you can," you say, adding some Godly charm into your voice. "If I was a threat, I would've already made my move."

"Well..." she begins as your influence takes hold. "I suppose you're an alright sort. When I cut Holdan it made him back off, but it also embarrassed him in front of his friends. Spiteful little Hutt-slug that he is, he put a bounty on my head and **** me into hiding. That's why I've holed myself up in here."

"I take it he had too much to drink and put his hands on you?"

"One of the cons of working as a waitress for a cantina," she says with a sigh. "Normally carrying my vibroblade out in the open is enough to make people think twice, but when you work for the local crime lord suddenly laws don't apply to you. Now I can't even leave my apartment without looking twice over my shoulder..."

"Maybe there's something I can do to help?"

"I doubt it. Holdan has enough standing with Davik that the authorities will turn a blind eye. The Lower City is lawless enough and the Sith up here don't care. You could talk to him I guess, but he's an arrogant little thing who thinks he can do no wrong. It'll only end badly for you, and I don't want someone else getting hurt on my account."

"Not quite what I was getting at, but sure I can take care of him too," you say with a shrug. "I meant with your stress."

"What's that supposed to mean?" she says, eyes narrowing as your words put her back on the defensive.

"Having a mark on your head isn't an easy thing to live with," you begin, lacing your words with power and charm. "The paranoia, the lack of freedom to go where you please. It interferes with your day-to-day life and causes all sorts of problems. I'm sure you have some pent up energy you want to burn."

Your words have the desired effect and she averts her eyes with a furious blush on her cheeks.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about," she stutters, unwittingly backing up against the edge of the bed behind her.

"Sure you do. You're a healthy young woman with human needs, just as I'm a healthy young man with human needs," you continue, closing the distance. "Believe it or not, I'm in hiding too from the Sith ruling this planet, so here's my proposal. We let go of some pent of stress with each other, and I'll take care of your little Holdan problem. No strings attached, no need for credits or property. Just a little fun that we both need."

You were now close enough that she could feel the warmth of your breath upon her skin. Idly, her hand hovers towards her vibroblade once more as what's left of her eroding willpower takes a chance to fight back. You gently yet firmly grasp her wrist.

"Ah ah, neither of us need that right now," you tut. "We're supposed to be venting stress, not building it."

Her chocolate eyes flit towards yours as you take her chin between your fingers, compelling her to look at you. She utters only one word and despite the obvious intent, it was dripping with mounting desire.

"Pig..."