You pretend to be a merchant

You decide to tell the station's control that you are a merchant.

This actually works (due to the Ebon Hawk being famous, you routinely use a different transponder), and you are able to get into the hangar bay.

The problems only start then. As the man who greets you is a sith. Tall, bearded, wearing the traditional clothing. And yes... You and Bastila have your lightsabers equipped.

"Wow," the sith says. For a moment you are calm, thinking he can't use the **** just like you. But then he holds up his hands, and all three of you get pushed to the ship's hull behind you, and get knocked out as a result.

When you wake up you find yourself in circular room with the sith holocron in the center. By this time you were dressed naked. You have a ballgag in your mouth. Your wrists and ankles are held by chains, forcing you to kneel. Bastila and Mission are locked in place the same way. By this time they stopped trying to struggle. As you yourself realize soon that it's useless.

About an hour later the same sith walks into the room you'd seen before. He gets his lightsaber in his hands. Then he uses the **** to spin it. Something you thought impossible in this sector.

"Impressive isn't it?" the sith says, looking at the holocron.

"It saps the power from those it finds worthy. While the person it finds unworthy grows ever stronger. I happen to have a head start of a few years. So don't be disappointed if it favors me over you."

"If you are only around it for a few hours, your powers return. If it turns out you were around it longer, the effect lasts a lifetime."

"Anyways. Now the three of you will be my sluts. You have **** but to deal with it."

"I only find it fitting that I make you look at the thing that did this to you."

The sith unzips his pants in front of you, then he removes your ballgag.

"Let's get started. Shall we?"