Author's Note: This is a short story about my Jedi Knight, Isla Gale, and her relationship with the Jedi Knight companion, Lord Scourge. Unfortunately, you cannot romance him in-game so I decided to write this story. I apologize for any mistakes I've missed and I hope you enjoy. :) Please note: I do not own the SWTOR game or any of its original characters. However, Isla's name and personality is completely my own. Thank you.

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The constant control she held over her feelings was unsettling; he had never witnessed someone so resolved and calm before. In his 300 years of life, never had he met a Jedi as composed as she. All of them had a flaw, something they failed to follow as a Jedi but not her. After defeating the Emperor and being officially named a Jedi Master, he finally saw her as his equal. He knew long before then that she was just as, if not more, powerful than himself, but could not find it in himself to admit it. But as he watched her accept the title, he knew then that she was a true Jedi; a gentle soul willing to put her life on the line for those who needed it the most and it sickened him. She would sacrifice anything, even her life, for the sake of the Republic and for what? They could never pay what they owed her, but that thought didn't seem to bother her much. She was a Jedi and her sole purpose was to fight for those who could not fight for themselves. He would never understand why he was so drawn to her, but she ignited something deep inside him he had not experienced in many, many years: desire.

"Where to next, Master?" Kira asked as they returned to her ship after the ceremony. They were gathered in the holoterminal room. Isla was facing away from them, her hands clasped together in front of her. She was relaxed and calm, an aura of serenity surrounding her, but there was something odd Scourge sensed within her as well. No doubt, Kira noticed it too.

"I believe a small vacation is in order," she announced while turning to face them. "We'll dock on Coruscant, spend a week or two winding down before returning to the war."

"Hey, sounds good to me. I could use a break," Doc said, placing his hands on his hips.

"I haven't been to Coruscant in a long time. Any particular reason why you want to stay there?" Kira questioned and Isla smiled softly. To Scourge, she looked almost sad. Her eyes fell closed, as if recalling a fond memory, or perhaps a sad one.

"I admit, I have my own personal reasons for wanting to visit Coruscant, but I'm sure you can find ways to entertain yourselves," she said as her eyes reopened and he noted the somewhat playful tone in her voice.

"Oh, yes I do. I hear Coruscant has a variety of beautiful women," Doc said, smirking and Kira rolled her eyes.

"I guess we all know how Archiban is going to spend his vacation," Kira muttered and Doc glared at her, in good fun, but with slight annoyance.

"Don't call me that."

Isla smiled at them, amused, but her smile did not quite reach her eyes.

"Sergeant Rusk, please set the ship to make way for Coruscant."

"Yes, sir." He saluted to her before leaving to set coordinates for the planet.

"Until then, the rest of you may do as you wish as long as the ship is not destroyed," she murmured before turning away from them once more. There was that slight playfulness again. He was starting to think it was nothing but a ruse to keep the others from noticing how she really felt. She couldn't fool him, however. She then began typing on the holoterminal.

"If you need me, I will be meditating in my room, Master." Kira bowed respectfully before trailing out of the room silently.

"I got some stuff I gotta take care of," Doc said. "Important doctor stuff."

Scourge could hear a sense of longing in his voice, like he wanted the Jedi to turn around and tell him to stay with her, but instead, she gave him a quick "do as you will" and that was it. Doc left with his tail between his legs and the sight made Scourge smirk. By then, Teeseven had powered down in the corner of the room and so it was just the two of them.

"Is something the matter, Lord Scourge?" she inquired without looking at him and he crossed his arms.

"Something troubles you, I can sense it," he said and although she did not react physically, he could feel her surprise ripple through the Force.

"And if something does, why are you concerned?" she said softly and Scourge smirked. She slowly turned to face him and he found a solemn look on her face.

He was concerned, but he wouldn't tell her that just yet. "It's interesting to see you in distress," he admitted and she shot him a questioning look. At least what he said was true, if not the whole truth.

"Me? Why?" she questioned and Scourge moved forward until he was towering over her. She did not move; she was not intimidated in the slightest. He sneered.

"You're always in control. You've learned how to suppress your emotions. How?"

"There is no Emotion, there is Peace," she recited softly, gazing up at him like a disinterested animal.

"Even the strongest Jedi have dishonored the Jedi Code. What is your weakness?" He leaned closer, their faces mere inches apart. She didn't turn away; she didn't flinch; she met his intense gaze head on.

"I've told you before I will not submit to the dark side, Lord Scourge," she said, her voice lacking the gentleness from before. They stared at one another, neither backing down. Finally, he spoke.

"Everyone has a weakness, even you, Jedi," he hissed and a tiny smirk found its way onto her lips. She leaned back, resting her backside against the holoterminal, and crossed her arms.

"Really?" she said wryly. "Then what's yours?"