A/N: This story was inspired by quite a few different things, but the title is a reference to a character in a Star Trek TNG episode. It is completely AU to my other stories and will be nothing but pure unadulterated smut. Enjoy!

:Awaken:

The matronly voice echoed in her head. Alevia frowned in her semi-conscious state and then closed her eyes tighter in an attempt to ignore the lingering sense that there was something she needed to do. She just wanted to sleep, just a little longer.

The machine she was floating in sensed the change in her consciousness however, and began to drain the thick sticky fluid that surrounded her and she slowly sank to the floor. The front of the tank opened and removing her mask she stumbled out of the tank and collapsed on the cold bare floor, where sleep overtook her once more.

She shivered violently. The massive amounts of the damp kolto still stuck to her body and the chill coming up from the floor finally made her open her eyes. A medbay, corpse occupied kolto tanks and not a living soul in sight. She struggled to her feet as a fit of coughing overtook her. Bits of phlegm and kolto were violently ejected from her lungs and she gagged at the bitter taste of the healing liquid.

She staggered into the control room and began rifling through the supplies there looking for a blanket, a towel, or anything that could have been used to warm her up. She found a small disposable towel and used it as best as she could to dry off… her underwear was still wet though, and it didn't look like there was going to be much she could do about that.

When the old lady in the morgue that she had thought to be dead spoke to her she nearly came out of her skin. That voice... it had been the voice that woke her. Alevia stared rudely as the woman adjusted her robe down covering her nonfunctional eyes and finally attempted to respond to the older woman. Her hoarse questions were answered by vague and generally useless answers and when the old woman began speculating about Alevia's own Jedi training everything about the old woman clicked into place.

Alevia's answers became terse then. The woman didn't have that goody goody Jedi Master feel about her, but she was Jedi none the less, and Alevia had no desire to have anything to do with those people again, any of them.

As soon as she was able to end the conversation, she began exploring the facility, hoping beyond hope that she would find someone that could get her a ride off this rock. She was beginning to lose that hope though when every door she opened wound up having more dead bodies and more hostile droids behind them. Some of these people had been dead a while and the smell was beginning to get to her. She retched heavily as she pulled a vibroblade off of a nearby corpse. She'd seen her share of corpses in her life, but she would never get used to the smell.

As she wiped her mouth became aware of an odd vibration that seemed to hover around her and the old woman's voice sounded in her head again. "Can you feel it?" She asked. "It is the force," she explained. Alevia frowned. It didn't feel like the force had ever felt before, but she tentatively reached out with her hand and attempted the most basic Jedi skill. To her surprise the small piece of droid debris she was focusing on began to shake and shudder as it lifted off the ground. She focused harder and the shaking stopped as the item began to turn slowly. Impossible she thought to herself as fear began to well up inside her. Suddenly she flicked her hand and the small part slammed violently into the wall shattering into tiny pieces.

She stalked angrily into the next corridor and unleashed a stream of force energy into the droid that crossed her path. When the droid didn't explode as she was expecting she shook her head in disgust. It just stood there whirring quietly as if her attack had managed to flip a small switch instead of destroying the central processing unit she'd been aiming for. Apparently she was sorely out of practice.

She accessed every computer, unlocked every cabinet and every door and tried her damnedest to find something, anything that could help her. It was on the command deck terminal when her luck finally started to improve. The camera there showed a man, alive apparently, sitting in a force cage. As far as she could tell from the security feed, he was pretty damned attractive too. Yep, her luck was definitely looking up.

When she entered the small security room with the force cage she couldn't help but grin as his expression changed from one of relief when she appeared to one of pure and simple lust. Her dark hair and her skimpy clothes were still mostly wet and slightly transparent in places and even where they were dry, the sticky kolto residue kept them clinging tightly to her form.

When he finally spoke, she knew immediately from his cocky drawl that this was a man who was used to getting his way in life, especially with women. Atton Rand was his name. She couldn't help but smirk as she thought how fitting a name it was for one who so obviously held his sexual prowess in such high regard. Her grin became sultry and spread to her eyes as she leaned against the door and enjoyed the smooth answers to all of her questions of both current events and history.

When he made a comment about how her half naked interrogation was a personal fantasy of his and then in the same breath realized that she was the Jedi that had triggered most of these problems she wondered briefly how those two ideas were so connected in his mind. But now he was asking to be let out and she reveled in the feeling of control she had over him at that moment. She finally did let him out, after giving him shit about being trustworthy, of course, as she had planned to all along.

She followed him back over to the command terminal and watched as he deftly pushed buttons and broke into the com system. When he began to grumble about systems being shut down she peered over his shoulder, trying to see the screen he was looking at. Her breast brushed against his arm and his fingers paused at their task momentarily. She leaned in closer to him and with her breath hot on his ear asked if he thought they'd be able use the com system to contact anyone else on the station.

He told her she was welcome to try as he sidestepped away from the terminal and her touch. She frowned slightly, but she also recognized the feint for what it was. He was trying to reestablish control over this little interaction. Apparently he wasn't used to being the prey on this kind of hunt. She glanced at him sideways and winked as she leaned forward over the com mic, her ample cleavage spilling out over the top of her undershirt, and began making calls to the different areas of the facility.

She was finally answered by a utility droid that seemed happy to help her find a way off this locked down level and she slunk down into a nearby chair, resting her long bare legs on the console in front of her.

He made some comment about how lonely it must be in the order without a husband and she shook her head slowly. "I was exiled from the order ten years ago, and three years before that I left it on my own accord to follow Revan to war. I pretty much quit following that part of the code as soon as I got away from the temple," she chuckled.

He lifted his eyebrows at her, "Oh really?" he asked as he sat on the console next to her bare feet and let his eyes rake over her exposed flesh.

"Mmmm," she agreed, "I was never any good at saying no." She let her words hang there as a grin spread across her face.

"Well," he said his own grin answering hers, "I guess that means we'll have something to do while we wait to starve to death." He lifted his hand slowly and let his fingertips trace the arch of her foot. She sighed breathily not trying to hide her arousal at his touch. He ran his fingertips down her leg now, brushing past her ankle, up her calf and let his fingers linger under the back of her knee where the back of her thigh began.

As a soft moan welled up in her chest, she suddenly swung her feet off the console and leaned forward towards him, her hands on his knees, she turned her face up to him, her lips parted. After an intense gaze into his eyes she finally whispered, "Perhaps we should give the droid a chance to open the escape hatch before we start planning our last rites of passion."

He growled softly at her as he slid off the console and pulled her up to him. "To be honest," he said, his lips just inches from hers, "I'm not much of a planner." He lowered his mouth to hers and his lips lingered on hers a moment before his left hand ran up her back and his fingers tangled into the hair at the nape of her neck. His kiss became aggressive as his tongue sought hers out and his right hand slid down her back.

"Bwee breep?" the com sounded, the utility droid apparently trying to contact them again. Their kiss broke as the sharp noise of blaster fire rang through the com.

She leaned toward the terminal with a worried look on her face and began pressing buttons. "Well, I think it managed to get the escape hatch open at least… I guess that means we'll have to wait for another imminent disaster to finish this…"

He growled at her lightly again, "I'd complain, but somehow I have a feeling that imminent disaster comes pretty frequently around you." She grinned as she kissed him lightly before breaking out of his arms and heading down to the escape hatch.