JEDI TEMPTATIONS

Korlen Ferran rose to his feet. "For light and life," He spoke to his padawan Varn Sal another human Jedi who was near completion of his Jedi trials dismissing him from their meditation chamber.

Korlen watched him leave his chamber and turned to his datapad, a notification from Lara Leona.

"I hope to still see you tonight. Thank you again, Korlen."

They had met during an attempt where Korlen had cut down a small group of Nihil, forcing themselves on the senator's associate. He grabbed Lara by the shoulder and shoved his gas mask into her hands.

She stared at him, confused and trying to catch her breath as she fought for air that wouldn't fill her lungs, but he shoved her hands up to her face and told her to put it on.

Fear etched its way onto her features and worked through the terror in her eyes. The whole world was tinged with red. When she finally began to breathe again, he helped her through the gas to safety.

Once Lara was safe, Korlen had returned to help Elzar Mann, his old master and Varn to defeat the remaining Nihil.

Korlen had almost finished assisting in the clear-up when Lara appeared, gas mask in hand; it was only now, when she strode across the plaza of the senate building, that he realised her beauty. She looked like a goddess with her auburn hair and bright green eyes. Her white and green dress matched perfectly as it flowed down her body to her knees. Skin glowing in Coruscant's bright lights, she smiled at him.

"I owe you my life and my dignity," She spoke softly and gracefully.

"I did no more than my duty commands. My name is Korlen Ferran, and thank you," He said, taking the gas mask from her. "However, maybe for now, you should keep ahold of this," placing the mask back in her hands.

"And I am Lara Leona, and I am the indebted one. Will you not need it?"

"The Nihil does not seem to stop these days. I have the to protect myself; not all others do."

Lara looked at him; a real Jedi stood before her, he was a handsome man, but it was the power she desired. She looked at the weapon at his waist. Moments ago, it cut a man in two. Now it hung at his side, a symbol of hope and safety.

"Will you come to my residence? for Dinner? as a thank you from me." Speaking softly, not breaking eye contact, "At least allow me to try and repay the debt I owe."