AN: Despite the Title, this chapter is actually a full chapter.
Star Trek: The Next Gamer
Episode 11: Omake
Stardate: 41342.5.
Earth Standard Date: May 5, 2364.
Location: Korriban via USS Enterprise-D, Omicron Pascal System.
"Tyson's log, Stardate 41342.5. I've been mulling over a plan to begin terraforming Korriban. The Federation has atmospheric condenser technology, devices that can draw water from the atmosphere. Relying on the principles of Starfleet engineering, the device could, in theory, generate precipitation to begin the process of terraforming a small area. It's an ambitious plan, it's not going to be easy, and I expect a fair amount of setbacks. But if successful, it would mean a new start for this world.
The device is not yet operational, but the blueprint is ready. I've had the first unit set for production in the Foundry. I need to ensure the mechanisms will work as intended, and that the device is compatible with Korriban's unique atmospheric conditions. If all goes well, today I'll start the preliminary testing. Computer, end log."
Tyson used his Inventory to bring the atmospheric condenser from the confines of the Foundry to the dust-choked plains just beyond the academy's enchanted durasteel gates. The landscape was etched with jagged ridges which made it both harsh and hauntingly beautiful. The valley stretched out before him in a bleak expanse dotted with the foreboding entrances to tombs of the Dark Lords.
The atmospheric condenser had been modified by Tyson from the standard Starfleet model. The device was now equipped with repulsors so it floated effortlessly above the ground, suspended dozens of feet in the air.
Anticipation hung heavy as Tyson thumbed the activation switch. There was a hum, low and resonant, as the condenser began to stir, a gentle ripple spreading through the air as it started drawing moisture from the bone-dry atmosphere. And then, as if by magic, droplets of water began to fall, cascading from the condenser like a whisper of artificial rain. It was slow, sparse even, but it was a start.
As the misty drops touched the scorched earth, a figure emerged from the academy gates. Darth Cognus had come to see what Tyson was up to. She moved with an ease that belied her lethal prowess, her gaze fixed on the levitating atmospheric condenser and the delicate rain it produced.
Darth Cognus observed Tyson with an unreadable expression as he casually levitated down from the atmospheric condenser. His mastery of the Force skill used so nonchalantly was both impressive and compelling, yet annoying. Why levitate when you have wings? She hid her feelings behind the stoic mask of a Sith Lord, her gaze taking in the sight of the man defying gravity with ease most Masters of the Force could not boast.
Tyson's feet gently touched down on the Korriban soil. He turned to her with an inquiring gaze. "What do you think?" he asked, gesturing towards the faintly drizzling atmospheric condenser.
Cognus glanced at the device, her eyes following the trail of water droplets vanishing into the parched earth. "Pointless," she said, her voice as dry as the Korriban sand. "It'll never make progress at this rate. Why try to pull water from the air when you have those... what do you call them? Replicators. Why not use replicators to make water."
Tyson considered her words, his mind working over the possibilities. The concept seemed straightforward, yet there had to be a reason that mass-scale replication hadn't been employed for terraforming purposes. He nodded thoughtfully, his eyes meeting hers. "Thank you, Darth Cognus," he said, a newfound respect for her acumen shining in his eyes. "Your suggestion is worth exploring."
As Tyson recalled the condenser into his Inventory, Cognus began to move away. She walked with undeniable grace, each step an echo of strength and allure. Her dark robe clung to her figure, highlighting her natural curves as she sauntered away, her every motion imbued with a latent seductiveness. Even her departure, subtle and silent, felt like a call to the unknown, a potent mix of danger and temptation.
Inside the high-tech environment of the Foundry, Tyson's workstation was a hive of energy, alight with various holographic schematics and a flurry of construction bots at his command. His eyes held a determined glint as he grappled with the challenge at hand.
Several times since he arrived in this universe he considered the concept of perfecting the replicator technology. The replicator had many limitations; there were objects it couldn't create such as latinum, dilithium, and advanced technologies among other things. Food tasted slightly off and it was unable to create living creatures or microorganisms. Tyson dove into the details of the replicator technology. The food replicators on the Enterprise worked by using a bio-slurry, an organic compound that provided the basis to be converted into food. Contrary to popular belief, replicators didn't just create objects out of nothing, they usually took something and turned it into something else. One thing Tyson learned while doing his daily Engineering Quests on the Enterprise was that the waste reclamation system, and the replicator system, were connected…
Replicators could be powered by energy alone, which was how Tyson powered his portable replicators. But it was less efficient and more costly energy-wise. Tyson himself could use normal replicators but consumed the equivalence in Energy Credits.
But improving the technology wasn't an easy task. Tyson believed that the primary limitation of the replicator was that it worked at the molecular level. His idea for improving it was to make it work at the atomic level. Using the transporters as a model for an improved replicator, failed. His 38 Engineering skill was far below the 75 difficulty check.
Even the advanced replicators of the Automated Repair Facility had similar limitations. During the Enterprise episode, the station lured Ensign Mayweather into being captured and left a duplicate replicated body for the crew to find. Dr. Phlox had discovered some microorganisms in his bloodstream that were also dead but should have increased in number. It triggered the realization that the body wasn't 'real'.
But Tyson was not one to back down easily. While the perfect replicator was a feat still beyond his reach, he sought alternative solutions to his current dilemma. His fingers danced over his datapad, programming intricate algorithms and deftly adjusting parameters. He decided to divide and conquer - he would build two separate units, each a specialist in its own right. The first was a sophisticated point-to-point transporter system, designed to spatially dislocate soil from the arid Korriban landscape. The second was a highly advanced replicator system, its purpose was to break down the collected soil and convert it at the molecular level into water.
Slowly but surely, the atmospheric condenser started to take shape once again, this time the innards had been replaced with transporter and replicator units. They fit seamlessly into the original design, their new integration points flashing with confirmation lights. Tyson's hands moved with practiced skill, his mind calculating and recalculating, adjusting, and fine-tuning.
The ambient hum of machinery fell into the background when the doors slid open, and in walked a figure who seemed almost out of place amid the technological chaos. Depa Billaba, the stunning Jedi Master, gracefully stepped into the metallic realm. The soft shimmer of her olive-green robes contrasted beautifully against the hard metal and harsh lights of the Foundry. Tyson found himself instantly distracted from his work. His eyes tracked her movement, appreciating the fluidity with which she navigated the equipment.
"Cognus mentioned your project," Depa said, "I have a suggestion."
Tyson was mildly surprised; he hadn't realized Depa had any scientific background. However, he was always open to new insights, especially from such a captivating source. He gestured invitingly for her to continue.
"On Republic worlds," she began, her fingers gracefully tracing the edge of a nearby console, "we usually test such methods first in controlled settings such as environment domes."
Tyson paused, taken aback by the simplicity of the suggestion. It was a common practice he had somehow overlooked. He thanked her, promising to consider the controlled environment approach. A smile graced her lips, and she nodded, leaving him to his devices, but her suggestion echoed in his mind, and a new path of thought ignited. With renewed vigor, Tyson turned back to the atmospheric condenser. Its configuration was now complete, and with a few swift adjustments, he readied it for testing in a more controlled setting. His attention then shifted to a new project, a miniature drone unit.
The drone would serve a dual purpose – fabricating construction materials including transparent aluminum from the same desolate Korriban soil. As he designed the drone, he could only hope that this new direction would bring them closer to their objective - bringing life back to Korriban.
Stepping out of the Sith Academy, Tyson traversed the windswept terrain toward the Veiled Arboretum. The growing foliage within the arboretum was a stark contrast of verdant life compared to the desolation outside.
Outside the Arboretum's entrance, he unloaded his cutting-edge devices - the newly modified atmospheric condenser and a swarm of mini-replicator-equipped droids, christened as 'conversion droids.' Each droid was modeled after HALO, their sleek design hiding the complex machinery within.
Tyson accessed the Academy Lord's interface. The interface was a part of his system but through him could extend its control to any of his creations. He could easily achieve his goals through the Academy's expansive systems and the planetary resources at his disposal. But the purpose of the experiment was to prove the efficacy of his approach.
His fingers glided over the holographic interface as he programmed the conversion droids. Their task was to create a transparent aluminum dome that would encase the designated area, connecting to the Veiled Arboretum itself. Once their task was complete, the atmospheric condenser unit would engage, creating a regulated environment within the dome.
Tyson watched with a hint of pride as the conversion droids set to work, the half-dozen-strong group moved in synchronized harmony. They began extracting Korriban soil, the integrated mini-replicators humming softly as they converted the raw material into transparent aluminum blocks. With automated precision, the droids started to assemble the dome. Integrated repulsor and tractor beams ensured each block found its perfect place in the intricate design.
He observed the process unfold, his sharp gaze picking up any potential glitches, but the operation was flawless. Satisfied, Tyson retreated towards the Lord's Tower.
From within the confines of the Sith Academy, Darth Cognus watched as Tyson commanded his swarm of droids outside the Veiled Arboretum. Her expression was inscrutable, her gaze fixed on the transparent aluminum dome taking shape under the relentless Korriban sun. Beside her, the Jedi Master, Depa Billaba, stood silently. Her gaze mirrored Cognus's intense focus, her normally tranquil countenance revealing a layer of intrigue. They were two sides of a coin, a Sith and a Jedi, both watching as their plan unfolded just as Cognus, the former Lady of the Sith, had anticipated.
The machinations of the duo were rooted in their shared objective, the threads of their plan weaving a web that was now nearing its climax. Their eyes never left the display of Tyson's technological prowess until the two women turned in unison, their synchrony hinting at a shared goal stronger than their conflicting ideologies. There was one more piece to their puzzle, the crucial linchpin that would bring their plan to fruition.
Visas Marr.
Her importance in their scheme was paramount, the intricate balance of their stratagem pivoting on her participation. With a mutual understanding, they moved to find her. Their steps echoed in the whispering corridors of the Academy. The conspiracy was unfurling, their machinations advancing toward an unseen consequence.
The Lord's Suite was tranquil. Tyson sat at his grand desk immersed in his work. An elegant array of floating screens displayed data on the positronic android's construction progress within the Foundry.
His focus was unwavering until the soft whoosh of the opening door signaled a break in the solitude. Visas Marr and Darth Cognus entered the room with an undercurrent of anticipation. Visas led the way, her veiled eyes holding an eerie serenity with Cognus following. The Iktotchi's eyes burned with an unspoken intention, firmly locked onto Tyson. "Cognus wished to speak with you," Visas relayed in her soft voice.
Tyson set aside his work, swiveling his chair to face the Sith, his curiosity piqued. He could sense the subtle fluctuations in the Force, a ripple in the ambient calm. Cognus had come with an agenda, and he was prepared to hear her out. Cognus held an allure that seemed to fill the room. It was a draw that seemed to be augmented by the Force, a subtle pull that Tyson could perceive, yet chose not to resist.
"I believe it's time for a lesson," Cognus stated with her smooth voice. She paused, her eyes never leaving Tyson's, her posture inviting. "There is much I can teach you, and much I wish to learn… Or have you forgotten our pact?"
The hint of a challenge lingered in her tone. It was a seductive offer. Tyson found himself intrigued; he couldn't deny the allure, nor did he wish to. He replied, "This is an Academy, I suppose it would be appropriate for someone to learn something.
As Tyson followed Cognus, the allure of the Sith was like a gravitational force, pulling him along in her orbit. Her every move seemed to cast a spell, her dark robes rippling in a rhythm that spoke of power and grace he found mesmerizing.
His focus on Cognus left him oblivious to the movements of Visas Marr.
Visas, unobtrusive in her silence, moved towards Tyson's grand desk. Her blindness held no hindrance to her purpose; the System interface bypassed her sight deficit. She slid into Tyson's seat, her fingers tracing the holographic interface as though it were an extension of her own senses. Her fingers danced across the display, each movement flowing seamlessly into the next, as she navigated the complex system of the Lord's Interface. She had Tyson's trust; he gave her administrator permission in the event of his absence. It was a trust she now exploited. She initiated a series of changes within the system. The interface responded to her commands, adjusting settings and enacting protocols that aligned with the scheming duo's agenda. Cognus and Billaba had convinced her of the merits of their plan.
Yet, all this transpired behind Tyson's back, his attention wholly captivated by Darth Cognus. Her allure was intoxicating, distracting him from the underlying machinations of his so-called allies. In the dance of power and seduction, a conspiracy was quietly taking shape.
~~Star Trek: TNG~~
Darth Cognus led Tyson through the whispering corridors of the Sith Academy, their destination the Grand Amphitheater. Once they arrived, Cognus came to a halt.
She shrugged off her robes, allowing the thick fabric to cascade to the floor. Underneath, she wore a tight outfit, form-fitting even, and showcased every sculpted curve of her form. The outfit clung to her like a second skin, accentuating the subtle ripples of her muscles. It was an ensemble designed to allow the fullest freedom of movement and yet it was captivating, drawing the eye to her defined abdomen and the elegant curve of her waist. Tyson drank in the sight before him.
"I've observed the recordings of your fights. If I'm not mistaken, you aren't familiar with Form V," Cognus's voice broke the silence, her tone a teasing challenge. She was aware of his lingering gaze and she relished it, her posture radiating a quiet confidence.
Tyson, gathering his composure, nodded. "Shii-Cho and Makashi," he confirmed. And Trakata, but he decided against revealing that bit of information. He felt the anticipatory thrill of a student before a lesson. There was something undeniably enticing about the idea of learning a new form under the guidance of the sultry Sith.
The amphitheater's light played off Cognus's sculpted figure, casting her in a glow that accentuated her commanding presence. She summoned her lightsaber to her hand. With the agility of a panther, she slid into an opening stance, her gaze fixed on Tyson as she began her lesson.
"Form V is a unique form as it has two distinct styles. Shien is a direct evolution of Form III," Cognus explained. Her voice was a low, hypnotic purr that held Tyson spellbound. "Form III, Soresu is a purely defensive form, made to outlast or avoid harming an opponent. It is the most defensive of all forms but lacks any set offensive moves. Shien takes the defensive postures of Soresu and adds counter-attacks and strikes. In Shien, you not only deflect blaster bolts, but you also reflect the fire to its source."
She moved with impressive grace, her body flowing from one stance to another as she demonstrated the defensive form of Shien. Her movements were swift and sure, each step, each swing of her blade, flawlessly executed.
"Djem So, on the other hand. It's an aggressive form," she continued, the wicked edge of her lightsaber tracing arcs of brilliant light in the dimness. "It focuses on strength and power, using an opponent's attack against them. It's about meeting an attack with an overpowering counterstrike." She shifted her stance, her body leaning into a powerful overhead strike, "Djem So works well as a counter to Makashi. The overpowering strikes are difficult to defend against with Makashi's swift counters."
The ferocity of her movements was a testament to her mastery over Form V. Her body seemed to sway and glide, embodying the raw power and directness of her style. It was a mesmerizing display, the interplay of light and shadow, power and finesse, all underscored by the low hum of her ignited lightsaber.
Tyson watched her, captivated by her deadly dance. He was as much drawn to her movements as he was to her words, the sultry tones of her voice imprinting each detail into his mind. Her intense focus, her predatory grace, and her undeniably formidable presence; everything about Darth Cognus was a tantalizing blend of seduction and danger. Tyson found himself under the spell of the sultry Sith, his teacher, his challenger, and his potential threat.
~~Star Trek: TNG~~
As Tyson was immersed in the allure of Cognus and Form V in the Grand Amphitheater, a separate scene was taking place within the newly constructed dome adjacent to the Veiled Arboretum. Illuminated by the light filtering through the transparent aluminum structure, Depa Billaba and Adi Gallia stood surveying the dome's expansive inner area whose layout had been transformed by the Lord's Interface under Visas Marr's guidance.
Patches of soil had been meticulously prepared and volumes of seeds from the Arboretum had been sown, awaiting the touch of nature to flourish. The soft hum of the atmospheric condenser resonated within the dome. The faint mist of water gradually settled over the prepared patches, breathing life into the seeds beneath.
Visas Marr, the architect behind this transformation, finally joined them. Just then, the last person expected in this clandestine meeting made her way toward them - Kreia. Her approach was quiet until she spoke, her question hung in the air like a specter. "What is it you want of me?" she asked with a calm authority, bolstered by years of experience.
Adi Gallia, ever the diplomat stepped astride Visas, they chose their words carefully. Adi was the first to break the silence. "Kreia," she began, the voice felt strange on her tongue. She'd always known the old librarian as Arren. "We require your wisdom and power. Our goal is to accelerate the growth of these plants, to introduce life where there was none."
Next to her, Visas Marr nodded in agreement, her sightless eyes belying her keen awareness. She elaborated, "Indeed. Your knowledge of the Force is immense, Kreia. You may have an unconventional approach to some of your beliefs. But we believe that your vast knowledge from the archives can assist us to yield results."
Kreia listened to them quietly, but her countenance was inscrutable. When she spoke, her voice was as calm as the still surface of a tranquil pond. "And why should I lend you my aid? What is in it for me?" She wasn't one to be swayed by flowery words. She needed to understand what the gain was for her.
Adi Gallia replied, "Apart from the evident achievement of accelerating life on this arid planet, your participation will be acknowledged, Kreia. It's not often that the Force is used for such a harmonious purpose. It will be a testament to your understanding of the Force and its capabilities."
Visas Marr added, "Plus, there is always value in collaboration, in learning from one another and achieving a shared goal. The process may reveal insights that could be beneficial for all of us."
Kreia's response was as cool and measured as the rest of her demeanor. "No," she simply said. "I will not lend my power for an endeavor that lacks concrete benefit."
Her refusal hung in the air, a final verdict that seemed to solidify the tension around them. But Visas Marr saw through the abrupt denial. She understood the underlying desires Kreia harbored, her craving for power, recognition, and respect, especially from Tyson.
Visas changed tactics, "You're right. We should have been clearer about the benefits. When the life we're nurturing here blooms, when Tyson sees this newfound life and the greenery flourishing against the harsh Korriban landscape, your name will be attached to it. You will be recognized for your contribution, and it will undoubtedly improve his opinion of you." Visas paused, allowing the implications to sink in before she continued. "And more importantly," she added, a touch of urgency entering her tone. "We will owe you a debt. That's not a small thing, Kreia. Having us, and even Tyson, in your debt... think about it."
For a moment, Kreia simply stood there, her gaze thoughtful as she considered Visas' offer. The prospect of recognition, of owing her a debt, and, more importantly, of improving Tyson's opinion of her was indeed an enticing one. She acknowledged the blind one attempting to manipulate her. But she found the exchange of power for favors was in this case acceptable. Finally, she broke her silence. "Very well," she acquiesced, her voice filled with resolution. "I will instruct you."
Kreia's knowledge of the Force was deep and varied, extending far beyond traditional Jedi and Sith teachings. Her voice echoed throughout the dome as she guided them, explaining how to connect with the life force of the plants, how to nurture it, and coax it into growth. "Now," she began, "center your minds. Feel the potential life within these seeds, the spark that waits for nourishment. The Force is not just in us, it's in all living things. Channel it. Provide that nourishment, that life."
As her words sunk in, a palpable shift occurred within the dome. The women closed their eyes, focusing on the seeds strewn around them. Gradually, a soft glow began to emanate from their forms, a subtle hum resonating within the space. It was the Force, manifesting in response to their will. And then, as if a dam had burst, life erupted around them. Tender shoots sprouted from the seeds, growing steadily in size and strength. Stalks thickened, leaves unfurled, flowers bloomed, all under the nurturing guidance of the Force. It was a spectacle to behold, a grand symphony of life unfolding at an accelerated speed, transforming the once barren soil into a lush, verdant oasis.
~~Star Trek: TNG~~
Lightsaber Form Unlocked!
Form V: Shien/Djem So- This form prioritizes defense and counterattacks using overwhelming force. When using Shien, whenever you redirect a deflected blaster bolt, you gain a +5 bonus on your ranged attack roll. When using Djem So, add your Strength modifier to Attack and Damage rolls. Additionally, when using either form, once per round when an opponent hits you, or you block their attack, you may spend a Force Point as a Reaction to make an immediate attack against that opponent.
With the final intricacies of Form V fresh in his mind, Tyson felt a surge of readiness course through him. The Sith Lady was impressed, her eyes betraying a glint of satisfaction at his quick comprehension. Yet, a hidden trace of frustration also lingered. Tyson's aptitude meant their session was nearing its conclusion sooner than she would have liked.
Cognus was quick to remedy this, she swiftly pivoted the lesson. "Now, show me what you've learned," She commanded, her voice echoing commandingly in the amphitheater. Assuming an aggressive stance, she donned an aura of provocation, an implicit challenge presented to Tyson. Clad still in her tight, form-fitting workout attire, the contours of her athletic build were accentuated, the fabric clinging to her curves and tapering at her midriff, presenting a tantalizing image.
Tyson took a moment to appreciate the sight before him – the determined figure of Cognus poised for action. Then, mirroring her stance, he launched himself into action, charging towards her.
The Grand Amphitheater was awash with the vibrant hum of ignited lightsabers, their energy casting moving shadows upon the stone structure. Tyson and Cognus's movements entwined in a mesmerizing duel that was more a showcase of their respective powers than a real fight.
Tyson was a sight to behold. Each stroke of his lightsaber sent a reverberating wave through the air. Cognus found herself hard-pressed to keep up. The realization dawned upon Cognus all too quickly - her chosen style, Djem So, was ill-suited for her current predicament. She'd thought to demonstrate her skills in a compelling display of aggression and control, but Tyson's overwhelming strength turned the tables on her. His Djem So was potent, and she found herself on the back foot, her attempts to overpower him falling short as his strikes proved too great to match.
She was thrust onto the defensive, a role she wasn't accustomed to playing. Her normally predatory demeanor was lit with a sense of urgency as she parried his attacks, her lithe form twisting and turning with an undeniably captivating grace. But as the battle continued, Cognus found herself teetering on the edge of a dangerous precipice. The intensity of Tyson's attacks was too much, and she knew she had to change her approach before she was overwhelmed. Yet, beneath her mounting concern, a wild thrill began to bubble. The danger and the challenge all added a sultry undertone to their dance of blades. With every parry, with every near miss, a rush of adrenaline surged through her, mingling with an unexpected sense of enjoyment. Tyson was a formidable opponent, pushing her to her limits, and she found herself drawn into their dance in a way she hadn't anticipated. Her earlier frustration was replaced by a thrilling sense of exhilaration, the tension between them growing with each exchange of blows.
The exchange reached its crescendo as Tyson's relentless attacks finally breached Cognus's guard. In a swift motion, the strength of his slash disarmed her and spun her around. He held the blade of his lightsaber near her throat. Cognus was amazed at the strength of his grip and his unique ability to mitigate the searing heat of his lightsaber so close to her skin.
Tyson's eyes were filled with an intensity that made her heart flutter as he towered over her. A slow grin curled his lips, revealing a hint of the satisfaction he derived from their sparring session. He winked at her, a playful gesture that made Cognus's breath hitch. Tyson was confident and comfortable with his victory. Yet there was no sense of arrogance or condescension, only a thrilling sense of competition that was at once exhilarating and terrifying.
Cognus was on her knees, trapped between the man and the glowing blade. She could feel his raw power resonating through the air, could feel the heat of his body, the warmth of his lightsaber against her neck. And as she looked up at him, she couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the man's strength, by his dominance.
Her mind raced as a flood of unexpected emotions washed over her. She'd always been the predator, always been the one in control, yet here she was, at Tyson's mercy for a second time. It was a thrilling experience that stirred a torrent of desires she hadn't known she possessed. His strength, his confidence, and his commanding presence were all intoxicating. The man was a force to be reckoned with, and she found herself yearning to match his power with her own. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of admiration and desire. Tyson had awakened something within her, something dangerously thrilling and enticing.
Caught up in the vortex of her conflicting emotions, she barely noticed the smile that had crept up on her face. Cognus's eyes fluttered closed for a moment as she collected herself, her pulse still thrumming with the remnants of their exhilarating clash. When she reopened her eyes, they were filled with an eagerness that could not be mistaken. "Tyson," she implored, her voice adopting a provocative, pleading note that was entrancing. She reached out a hand, fingers grazing the fabric of his pants. "Teach me something. Anything."
Her eyes were wide and expectant as if Tyson held the key to the secrets of the universe she was seeking. The sight of her so eager, so willing, was uniquely captivating.
Her words echoed in Tyson's mind, and he pondered on what he could teach her. He wasn't sure if she would be able to comprehend Art of the Small, given her Sith background. However, there was something else, something simple yet powerful, that he could offer her: Force Concealment.
"Alright," he conceded, the slight edge to his voice adding an extra layer of intimacy to the moment. "Let's start with Force Concealment."
Their eyes locked as he began to explain the process of hiding one's Force presence. As he spoke, he guided her senses, focusing her toward an understanding of the Force in a way she had never considered before. Cognus hung onto his every word, her eyes never leaving his face. She absorbed his instructions with rapt attention, his teaching stirring something within her.
"To see if I've grasped it, how about we put it to the test?" Cognus suggested, her voice holding a playful lilt that was both disarming and intriguing. Her eyes twinkled with mischief as she continued, "A game of hide and seek, perhaps?"
The idea brought a grin to Tyson's face. It reminded him of the time he had first arrived on the Enterprise. He'd convinced the children to search for him in the mall, in a similar game. The memory sparked a flicker of nostalgia within him. "Alright," he agreed, "Sounds fun."
Cognus's lips curled into a satisfied smile as she gracefully rose to her feet. The glow in her eyes was replaced with a tantalizing allure, their depths promising an enticing challenge. She traced a finger down the side of his face, the casual intimacy of the gesture sending a ripple of warmth through his veins.
"Just remember," she breathed, her words hanging heavily in the air between them, "You're 'it'."
With that, she stepped back, her lithe form gliding towards the exit with an effortless grace. She shot him a flirtatious wink over her shoulder before disappearing through the doorway. Her form was quickly engulfed by the shadowy hallways of the Academy. At the same moment, her Force Presence vanished as if it had never been there. She'd quickly adapted to the technique he'd taught.
Tyson found himself staring at the empty doorway, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. The game was on.
~~Star Trek: TNG~~
Cognus was proving to be a challenging quarry. Every turn, every corner Tyson took, he was met with nothing but the cold stone of the Sith Academy's halls, and the frustrating absence of her force presence. It was a testament to her adaptability that she had picked up Force Concealment so quickly, blending in seamlessly with the ambient energy surrounding them.
But the Force wasn't her only tool. She had been an assassin, trained in the art of elusiveness, of leaving no trace behind. It was an expertise that lent itself excellently to their game. As the search dragged on, Tyson began to admire her cunning, his frustration giving way to a deepening respect for her skills.
His heart pounded in his chest, not from the exertion, but from the thrill of the chase. The stakes were nothing, yet the game felt charged with an undercurrent of electrifying tension. Each empty corridor, each false lead only served to stoke the flame of his determination.
And then, just as he was ready to admit defeat, a tantalizing clue presented itself.
At the end of a long, dimly lit corridor, he found her workout top discarded on the cold, stone floor. The garment was crumpled, a deliberate sign she had left behind, no doubt to taunt him. He picked it up, the soft fabric still warm from her body. A smirk crept onto his lips as he held the piece of clothing. He felt the soft fabric, imagining the contour of her body, the curves now hidden from his sight.
She was playing with him. Teasing him.
The game had taken an interesting turn and Tyson found himself drawn further into the intoxicating chase, spurred on by Cognus's enticing provocations.
Cognus's trail led Tyson straight to the heart of the Veiled Arboretum. As he approached the entrance, a small piece of fabric caught his eye. Bending down, he recognized it as the lower half of Cognus's workout attire. His heart raced in his chest; the chase was nearing its climax.
Gripping the fabric tightly in his hand, Tyson strode into the Arboretum, determination seeping into every pore. Yet, as he crossed the threshold and ventured into the domed area, he found himself arrested by the sight that awaited him.
The transformation was astonishing. What had been a sterile, desolate plot was now a blossoming wonderland. The once bare soil was teeming with vibrant flora, rich hues of green painting the once barren landscape. It was a sight that would've taken his breath away, had he not been so caught off guard. The game they were playing, the chase, had led him right into the heart of this new Eden. Cognus's presence was no longer concealed, but he couldn't sense her anywhere. She was here, somewhere within this verdant oasis, waiting for him. The sight of this flourishing sanctuary, coupled with the tantalizing chase, created a heady mix of anticipation and excitement that coursed through his veins. He ventured deeper into the green abyss in search of Cognus. Despite the chase, Tyson found himself struck by the sheer beauty of the transformation.
As Tyson ventured further into the domed sanctuary, he found himself immersed in a surreal spectacle of cohabiting alien flora. Havenwood Trees stretched high, their mighty trunks reaching for the top of the transparent aluminum dome. Their foliage was a vibrant mix of cerulean silver and emerald greens, cascading down like a waterfall of color. The leaves were vast, fanning out in a spectacular array of geometric patterns, creating an intricate, natural mosaic. The trees created a canopy that filtered the artificial sunlight, dappling the floor below with an ethereal blue glow.
Nestled at the base of these titans were Solacebud flowers. With their luminescent violet crystalline petals unfurling toward the sky. The flowers had an intoxicating aroma, a scent that was soothing, and serene; a nod to their home planet, Haven. Interspersed among the Havenwood and Solacebuds, were the Vulcan Tea Trees. Their slender trunks bore bark of a warm russet hue, interspersed with sage-green leaves that gleamed under the filtered light. The aroma of the leaves wafted in the air, a subtle, comforting scent that was distinctly Vulcan, yet blended seamlessly with the surrounding flora.
Klaban Grass carpeted the floor of the Arboretum. Its long, verdant strands swayed rhythmically, creating paths through the foliage. The grass added to the calming ambiance of the space.
Finally, there were the Jibalian Fudge Thistles, their conical silhouettes poking through the Klaban Grass. Their fleshy, brown stems bore beautiful flowers of creamy white and gold, their succulent scent subtly sweet, reminiscent of a distant dessert, luring in any passerby.
The melodious burbling of water stirred Tyson from his botanical reverie, its gentle harmony reverberating through the verdant expanse. Curiosity piqued, he followed the inviting call, guided by a soft, grassy pathway that wound its way through the exotic landscape. The path, a vibrant river of Klaban Grass, was nature's guiding hand, urging him onward to discover the source of the soothing serenade. As Tyson navigated the lush pathway, it began to unfurl, opening up to a breathtaking spectacle.
He stood at the precipice of a clearing that was beautifully chaotic in its arrangement, yet serene in its ambiance. A scene of pure, undiluted wonder sprawled before him, the heart of this botanical utopia. At the center, a small, enchanting waterfall cascaded down a rocky incline into a large, clear pond. The water danced down the stone, an aquatic ballet that painted a tableau of life and movement amid the tranquility. The waterfall's melodic symphony reverberated throughout the dome, creating an ambient lullaby that filled the air with tranquility.
The stones framing the waterfall were in harmony with the surroundings. They looked as if they had been sculpted by nature itself, their rugged textures softened by the vibrant tendrils of Solacebud flowers. The flowers, like vivid, violet embers, climbed around and over the rocks, softening their harsh edges and imbuing the scene with an ethereal beauty.
In the air around the waterfall and pond, a light, fragrant mist hung, softening the scene with a dreamlike veil. It bore the delicate perfume of Solacebuds, mingling with the natural scent of the water, an olfactory tapestry that soothed and invigorated simultaneously. The mist carried an unexpected warmth, an invisible caress against Tyson's skin, reminiscent of the hot springs of Haven.
As Tyson continued to survey the enchanted oasis, his gaze was suddenly drawn away from the tranquil setting and towards the pond. His breath hitched slightly as he realized the pool was not unoccupied. Amid the steaming water and climbing vines, three familiar figures added a touch of allure to the scene.
Depa Billaba and Adi Gallia, the esteemed Jedi Masters, were engaged in quiet conversation at the edge of the pool. Their bodies were gracefully encased in matching bathing suits, garments that managed to be both modest and inviting. The swimsuits, white as the pristine petals of a solacebud flower, contrasted beautifully with their dark skin, enhancing their exotic allure. The outfits followed the curves of their bodies, accentuating their toned figures without compromising their dignity.
Not far from them, Visas Marr stood apart, her bikini was a striking fusion of black and red, echoing the color of her veiling attire. The bold colors highlighted the sleek contour of her figure and the pale hue of her skin. The veiled eyes added an air of mystery, making her allure all the more potent.
A sense of tranquility passed through the air as Visas approached Tyson, her every move accentuating the hypnotic rhythm of the lush surroundings. "How?" he asked, his gaze unable to break away from the captivating sights. Visas' lips curled into a knowing smile, her mystic eyes hidden behind her veil.
"Cognus devised the plot, I was merely the architect here," she began, her voice a soft melody against the hushed whispers of the cascading water and rustling foliage. "But the true credit goes to Kreia."
"Kreia?" Tyson echoed, his surprise evident in his tone. She was the last person he expected to be involved in something so, so vivacious.
Visas simply nodded, her veil twitching with the movement. "Without her guidance, we wouldn't have been able to encourage all this life to flourish."
The familiar figure of Kreia detached from the shadow of an overhanging tree, her plain Jedi robes a stark contrast to the vibrant surroundings. Her silent smile conveyed her pleasure at Tyson's awe-struck reaction. He thanked her, and she responded with a wordless nod, her hands reaching for the belt of her robe.
As the fabric fell away, Tyson took in the sight of Kreia, her figure a mesmerizing blend of ageless beauty and grace. The form-fitting bathing suit showcased her. Lithe and toned, Kreia's figure was sinewy yet feminine, her silver hair cascading down her back. Yet, her most striking features were her eyes, a radiant silver that mirrored moonlight in their intensity. The mysterious allure of her gaze held Tyson captive, the entrancing blend of maturity and sultriness painting a picture of elegance, wisdom, and undeniable allure.
Kreia moved past Tyson with unhurried grace, each step a calculated dance of elegance, a lure for the attentive spectator. Her silken silver hair fluttered gently in the warm breeze, and the light reflected off the droplets clinging to her body, casting her in an ethereal glow. She entered the warm, inviting pond, the water caressing her skin as it welcomed her in.
Turning to face Tyson, her silver, sightless eyes bore into his. "Life and the Force are interconnected, much like a river and its tributaries. The Force flows through all living things, nurturing and guiding," she began, her voice reverberating through the tranquil surroundings. "Yet, like the river, it can be guided, dammed, or let loose, depending on the will of those who understand its current."
Her words held a hypnotic rhythm, interlacing with the serenity of the scene. Yet, beneath the seemingly calm exterior, Kreia's mind was a vortex of complex strategies and scheming thoughts.
She was not oblivious to the way Tyson's gaze followed her, the subtle tightening of his jaw, the flicker of intrigue in his eyes. She was no stranger to using every tool at her disposal to gain control, and she knew very well that her allure was one such weapon. In Tyson, she saw potential, a raw power that needed guiding, a potent force that could be molded to her will. She may not have been a traditional seductress, but Kreia knew the value of subtlety, the power of implication, and the seductive lure of the mind. As the warm water swirled around her, she couldn't help but revel in the complex game that was unfolding.
Amid the enchanting paradise, Tyson couldn't help but feel the absence of one particular presence - Cognus. He attuned himself to the invisible threads of the Force, the pulsating hum of the world around him intensifying as he focused. Despite her attempts to mask her presence, he sensed a shadow near the cascading waterfall.
Stripping down to his essentials, he slipped into the heated pool with the grace of a practiced swimmer. Each stroke propelled him effortlessly through the water, his senses tuned to the elusive silhouette of Cognus in the grotto beyond. As Tyson swam into the grotto, the cascade of water curtains provided an illusion of seclusion, their world shrunk down to the secluded oasis hidden behind the waterfall. Bathed in a soft, surreal glow, Cognus was perched elegantly on a rock, her silhouette outlined against the iridescence of the waterfall. The sight was tantalizing, a temptress in her secret garden waiting for her pursuer to arrive. There was a sense of power in her posture, a sense of command in her presence, but also an undercurrent of vulnerability. Her dark eyes met his with an intensity that would have made weaker men crumble, a captivating mixture of unspoken promises. In the secluded confines of the grotto, the stakes of their game escalated. The predator had found his prey, and the huntress her game.
~~Star Trek: TNG~~
~~Lemons Begin~~
The power of the Force wrapped around Cognus like a lover's possessive grasp, pulling her toward Tyson. She struggled in resistance, the water droplets clinging to her skin shimmered with each movement.
She was caught in Tyson's net, her instincts and pride dictated that she fight. Yet, every struggle against his grip only enhanced the sultry dance, her form shook enticingly, the droplets breaking free from her skin and returning to the heated pool.
Cognus, the hunter, was now the prey, and the tables turning was oddly exhilarating. Tyson's raw display of power, his casual dominance, stirred something within her, a primal sensation that sent shivers down her spine. His dominance was intoxicating, a seductive exhibition of power and control injected a high she had not expected, a pleasure she was unaccustomed to, but one she was rapidly developing a taste for.
She was ensnared in his telekinetic grasp, unable to break free. Yet, a part of her didn't want to. The thrill of the chase, the taste of submission, and the magnetic pull of Tyson's power were too addictive. It was a game of power, a game she was losing, but she found herself not minding the defeat.
The air in the grotto tensed as Tyson began to rise, the crystal-clear water droplets clinging to his form. Levitation was difficult, a skill few Jedi could master. And here was Tyson, achieving the feat effortlessly, while maintaining his grip on Cognus. He seemed to mock the laws of nature and the Force itself, bending them to his will. Cognus watched in awe, her eyes drinking in the sight of Tyson defying gravity. The muscles on his bare chest rippled, his entire form radiating raw power and authority. Tyson was not just levitating, he was flying, controlling his movement in the air, an even rarer and more impressive skill. It was an ostentatious display of power.
She hovered in mid-air, captured in Tyson's power, the pull of his Force akin to a lover's gentle hold. He was showing off, showing her his raw, unfiltered power, displaying an authority that few in the universe possessed. This was not just dominance. It was an invitation, a display of his strength, a defiance of nature. It was all the foreplay she needed, all the stimulation she craved.
Tyson's power, his control over the Force, his authority, it was like a siren's call, luring her in. She was entranced, caught in the throes of a desire she had never experienced before. Tyson was not just a Jedi; in her eyes, he was an embodiment of power, a beacon of strength that captivated her completely.
Tyson pulled Cognus towards him, and an invisible hand guided her body by his will. The air charged with anticipation, as he positioned himself at her entrance. It was a show of his precision, his control, his authority, and it sent a thrill up her spine.
The moment stretched, the grotto was silent but for the murmur of the waterfall. Time seemed to still as Tyson, with measured slowness, drew her onto him. The first contact was like a spark to a fuse, a delicious anticipation that made her heart race. And when he was fully within her, the world seemed to explode around her.
Pleasure radiated through Cognus, her entire being was consumed by the overwhelming sensation. It was a powerful orgasmic wave that took her under, washing over her with relentless force, rendering her helpless. Tyson's name fell from her lips as a whisper, a secret shared only between the two of them, drowned in the rushing water.
She had nothing to hold on to, suspended in the air. Her nails bit into her palms as her body convulsed with the first orgasm, every nerve alight, every sensation amplified. It was ecstasy, a wild, heady sensation that left her breathless and wanting more.
Tyson was the only man capable of eliciting such an intense response, his power, his control, and his dominance, all fed her desire. She was losing herself. It was intoxicating, the way he made her feel, the way he controlled her with nothing but the Force. He was dominating her not just physically but emotionally and even spiritually as well, making her crave him, for his touch, for his power. Tyson was an addiction, a drug she could not, and did not want to, get enough of.
~~Star Trek: TNG~~
Tyson and Cognus were cloaked in the privacy of the grotto, ensconced behind the cascading curtain of the waterfall. While the sounds of their lovemaking were swallowed by the roar of the water, their fervor, and their passion was a visible beacon in the Force. It pulsed, a throbbing rhythm that harmonized with the fall and rise of the water, resonating within the domed sanctuary.
From their vantage point by the pool, Kreia and Visas bore silent witness to the passionate dance unfolding within the veil of the waterfall. To them, the concealing curtain of water was no barrier. Their Force Sight illuminated the scene with an intimacy that eclipsed mundane vision.
They observed Tyson in his dominant role, who even while tangled in the throes of passion, maintained his control. His abilities, and the way he exerted his influence over Cognus, left them in awe. The potency of his Force presence was almost tangible, an assertive declaration of his indomitable strength.
Yet, Cognus was no passive player in this exchange. The fire within her, the desperate want, the raw desire echoed through the Force like a siren call. She met Tyson's power with an equally potent force of her own, a fervent yearning. The sight was as sultry as it was evocative, igniting a wave of undisclosed feelings and impressions in the onlookers.
Visas had a direct, visceral connection to the Force that gave her a unique perspective on the ongoing tryst. She could 'see' the passion, the intimacy, the raw desire in the ebb and flow of the Force around Tyson and Cognus. She witnessed the spectacle not just as an observer, but as a woman, taking in the sight before her with an appreciation that bordered on reverence.
Kreia watched, her silver eyes flashing with intrigue and admiration. She understood the implications of the powerful dynamic at play, the underlying currents of dominance and submission that spoke volumes about the individuals involved. The scene unfurling before her was a study of power dynamics, a testament to Tyson's indomitable strength and Cognus's burgeoning devotion. It was captivating, even to a woman of her wisdom and age.
Kreia's gaze hardened as she watched the unfolding scene. It was true that Cognus's tactics were raw and direct, entirely different from hers, yet it wasn't the variance in style that unsettled her, but the sheer submission on display. Where Kreia sought to manipulate, guide, and subtly control, Cognus had opted to lose herself entirely, surrendering to Tyson in body and spirit.
"Cognus," she murmured, a note of disapproval tinging her voice, "Your passion is a tempest, but in your fervor, you have relinquished control. You've not gained power, but surrendered it." Her eyes held a shimmer of disappointment. "Such weakness is unbecoming of a Sith."
Her gaze remained fixated on Tyson. He moved with a grace and command that belied his raw power, a beacon of dominance that radiated through the Force. His control, his effortless manipulation of the Force, was a spectacle that commanded awe and respect. It was a stark contrast to Cognus's self-abandonment.
"His power," Kreia's voice echoed softly, a hint of vexation lacing her words, "is commendable. A force of nature that commands and controls. But power without control is mere chaos. Control is the true essence of strength." Her lips curved into a tight, almost grim smile. "Cognus could learn a thing or two from him."
In Cognus's surrender, Kreia saw the perversion of the very essence of the Sith. Power was not merely to be sought, but also controlled, and guided. The Force was not a tempest to be lost in, but a tool to be wielded.
~~Lemons End~~
~~Star Trek: TNG~~
Hidden Quest Complete!
Roddenberry's Universe VI - You grabbed the bull, err... The Iktotchi by the horns and rode her!
Reward:
+1 Social skill.
+1 Perform skill.
New Follower Acquired!
Perk Acquired!
Nowhere To Hide
You will always be able to find the people you're looking for. Any rumors or leads you hear about your targets will prove reliable and many of the jobs you take on will inexplicably cause you to cross paths with someone important.
A languid air of satisfaction still hung around Tyson as he used the force to guide the satiated Cognus onto a cushion of Klaban grass. As he left the seclusion of the waterfall, the world around him had grown livelier.
Darth Maul, the taciturn Zabrak, sat nearby in the grass, but it was clear from his distant gaze that he had no interest in socializing. Only one voice drew his attention, and it belonged to the vibrant Jedi Master Depa Billaba. Her knowledge of the Vaapad fighting style allowed her to match Maul with a lightsaber. It granted her his respect and had somehow blossomed into an unlikely camaraderie. The conversation flowed, fueled by Billaba's captivating charm and the taciturn Sith's rare reciprocation.
The Tarellians, along with Ariana, had also ventured into this idyllic space. The air of peaceful enjoyment was infectious, their murmured conversations and occasional laughter added to the ambiance. Tyson acknowledged them with a nod and sent a smile toward Ariana, but his attention was firmly directed elsewhere. Tyson swam toward Krei and Visas.
With a soft ripple of water, Tyson emerged from the pool. "So," he started, "I'm guessing that my experiment was a failure, and you did all this to cheer me up?"
Visas Marr, her figure swathed in the vibrant reds and blacks of her bikini, tilted her head in thoughtful contemplation. Behind her veil, her sightless eyes regarded him, her voice holding the barest whisper of a smile. "No, your experiment wasn't a failure," she responded gently, "We merely added beauty to your science. It was...an enhancement, an acceleration to the coexistence of natural harmony using the power of the Force."
The answer brought a thoughtful nod from Tyson before he turned his gaze to the silver-haired Kreia. He questioned, "Could we do this across the planet?"
Kreia, ever the realist, offered a rueful smile. Her eyes, as intense and mesmerizing as her silver hair, held a shimmer of regret. "Such a thing would be impossible," she said, her voice laced with a resigned sigh. "It exhausted three Jedi to transform this moderate space. There aren't enough Jedi in the galaxy to do so across Korriban."
His eyebrows arched upward as a thought dawned. "But you only used the Force to speed up the process, right?" Tyson asked, trying to grapple with the implications. "Everything would have grown in time."
Kreia nodded, a glimmer of approval lighting her silver eyes. "Indeed," she confirmed, the corners of her mouth ticking upwards in a reserved smile. "The Force can encourage, accelerate, even heal, but altering the essence of life itself is an exceptionally rare ability."
Tyson's eyes swept across the verdant tapestry surrounding them – the trees, the flowers, and the calming pool, all existing in a harmonious balance. He couldn't help but feel a surge of hope. He turned back toward the two women, the words flowing out earnestly. "Thank you, both of you," he said, sincerity coloring his tone. "Your help... it means more to me than I can express. I won't forget this."
Kreia's silver eyes glinted in the light, lingering on Tyson as he expressed his gratitude. A small, nearly imperceptible smile ghosted upon her lips. His words, so full of sincerity and warmth, were exactly what she had been hoping for, seeking out. Each expression of gratitude, each moment of trust he placed in her, was like a delicate strand. Alone, they were simple, frail, even; but woven together, they would form a tapestry of allegiance, trust, and devotion. Kreia knew the art of patience, the power of subtlety. She did not seek overt control or blatant demonstrations of power. Instead, her true strength lay in her ability to guide, to influence. Tyson's trust, his gratitude...they were the building blocks to a connection deeper than any physical bond. Each sincere thank you, each sign of respect was a piece of the puzzle, a step on the path she intended to tread. And with each stride, she could sense the growing closeness, the strengthening of their Force bond.
It was all part of the plan. A plan that she was confident would bear fruit in due time. For now, she basked in the sincerity of his gratitude, cataloging the moment in her mind as another victory.
~~Star Trek: TNG~~
Interlude - Visas & Kreia
Visas Marr stood at the edge of the water, her sightless gaze focused on the life energy radiating from the new oasis. Her delicate, slightly trembling hands were clasped firmly in front of her. Though blind, the Miraluka saw in ways few could comprehend. In her sight, Tyson was a burning star amid the backdrop of the galaxy's Force presence. Her voice, barely above a whisper was laced with anxiety. A disturbed ripple in the pond reflected her unease. "When my Master comes... He will devour all that we are, all that we have been."
Her blind gaze was fastened upon the pond's mirrored surface, as if it held the answers she sought. Beside her, Kreia's features were inscrutable, her blind eyes unfocused yet keenly aware of the ripples in the Force.
"Your Master," Kreia began, her voice as cold as the night air, "is a wound in the Force, an insatiable void that threatens to consume all life. His hunger is both his strength and his weakness."
Kreia stood slowly, the soft rustle of her robes the only sound breaking the silence. She approached the tranquil pond, looking down into the placid waters that mirrored the moonlight. Her reflection was a wavering silhouette, obscured by the ripples on the water's surface. "Every being, no matter how powerful, has a weakness," her voice was lowered to match Visas, barely above a whisper. "Even your Master. Even...Nihilus."
Visas's anxiousness was replaced by a sense of anticipation. She moved to stand beside Kreia, her sightless eyes seeking her mentor's face. "But what...what could possibly be his weakness?"
Kreia seemed to stare into the depths of the pond for a moment longer before answering. "His power is born of hunger, a hunger that devours all life. And like all who starve, he is desperate... and vulnerable." Kreia turned to face Visas, her voice imbued with a certainty that left no room for doubt. "The key, Visas, lies not in confronting the storm but in turning it upon itself. Your Master's strength is also his greatest vulnerability."
She left her cryptic words hanging in the air between them, the lesson as elusive as the shadows that danced across the water. For a moment, they both stood in silence, the quiet of the glade punctuated by the soft sounds of the waterfall. Kreia's message was not one of reassurance, but rather a challenge, a riddle to be untangled.
"But how?" Visas asked after a while, her tone filled with resolve rather than fear. "How do we turn his power against him?"
Kreia's gaze lingered on her pupil for a long, silent moment. When she finally spoke, her words seemed to blend with the ripples in the water, their true meaning wrapped within the enigma of her teachings. "In time, Visas, all will be revealed," she said, her voice a mere echo in the darkness. "But for now, remember this: even the greatest of storms can be calmed...and even the deepest of wounds can be closed."
With those words, she turned away, leaving Visas to her words. Their destiny was uncertain, the path ahead filled with shadows and trials. Kreia saw many potential paths - unity, sacrifice, betrayal... each decision a divide that would determine all their fates.
AN: Reviews are the lifeblood of this story.
Question for Readers: I started editing the next chapter and realized it's a little short compared to my recent ones. So there's some space for you to Choose the Adventure! Leave a review with one of the following and I'll write it.
1. Tyson goes into a Tomb and captures a Sith Lord expressly to be used to power the Automated Repair Station. Which Sith Lord do you want Tyson to go after? It can be anyone besides Naga Sadow because… reasons. Rember this Sith won't be joining him, it'll be used to power the space station.
2. Tyson unlocks a new facility on Korriban, the Archives of Forbidden Knowledge.
3. Tyson chooses his first Domain from his Cultic Beginnings perk.
This is a test because I have a cool Choose Your Own Adventure idea planned for Episode 16.
Full disclaimer: This chapter started as a joke because I wrote so much without lemons, like 80k+ words… no lemons. Cmon. The idea was the typical anime beach day. But as I wrote it took on a life of its own and became a full-blown chapter. This is the first chapter I wrote out of sequence, but I think it fits in just fine because there was a time gap anyway. The next several chapters happen in quick succession in-universe, so there won't be any lemons for a while. Sorry… or You're Welcome. Depending on which side of the fence you land.