Dantooine, Ancient Grove
Dak Vesser

Steeling his nerves he approached the ancient structure. One of the many sites on Dantooine he had studied for years. Just a few months ago he had teamed up with a young man named Casus Sandral to discover the origins of them. He had been here so many times, but now they felt so strange and foreign to him. Juhani had changed the very air around the site down to the soil. Her powers were growing by the day, evident by each new pile of bodies discovered.

Decima had led them to the first. She recalled nothing after being brought to the Enclave. It seemed her mind had been wiped of whatever trauma had befallen her. Still, the speeder's nav computer was traced back to the horrendous scene. Twenty-seven dead in total at the hands of a lightsaber with evidence the owner processed claws as well. Dak had only learned that after the first time he visited her.

"Juhani?", he called out and she answered back.
"Turn back, Vesser! Leave this place with your life.", Juhani's voice whispered to him. He felt her hesitation, it gave him hope. He continued on determined to succeed. The Order were content to sit on their hands while one of their own desperately needed help. Dak would never leave her like they did. He actually cared for her. "Juhani! Even if it does cost me my life, let me see you! I mean you no harm, I swear!"

She came from behind a pillar, and he lost his tongue. Wounded, nude, and wild like he'd never seen her before. Juhani glared down at him like he was nothing, "I may just take it, Dak. It's only because of our past friendship I'm giving you a chance. You're not bringing me back to the Enclave, and if it's a fight you want." She gripped the hilt of her saber, her building rage weighed upon him. Dak instincts yelled at him to take up his own, but he left himself defenseless.

"I'm not here to fight you Juhani, nor am I here to bring you back to those fools.", He saw her surprise. Dak pressed his luck, "Just like you Juhani, I've seen through the limits of the Order. How they hold us back! Afraid of what we'll do outside of their strangling control." Juhani studied him carefully, the rage she carried evaporating as she felt the truth in his words. She turned her back on him, "Then there is nothing binding you here. Flee from this world unless you wish to be hunted by them after they've dealt with me. I can sense they've planned to do so soon enough."

He had called out for her to wait, but she dropped out of his sight. He wanted to pursue her, yet he knew it would result in a fight. So, he came the following day bringing her a change of clothes, and the next fending off kath hound attacks. Each time fruitlessly gaining no ground with her. Today she had attacked him before he could even speak. Throwing him back across the grasslands with a tidal wave of the Force. Still, he walked back to her clutching his side. The pain spiked with every step he had to take.

Juhani growled watching him come again, "Why do you persist? Can't you see I have no need of you!"
"Why do I? Why do you wait here!", He matched her tone, "What is keeping you? Are you awaiting some Jedi executioner to test your skill?" Juhani bristled at his question, "That is not your concern!" Dak reached out with the Force. Probing to understand her.
"Juhani, I can see we want so much of the same thing! To be free of this place which strips us of our identity. That crushes any attempt to be more than what is permitted. That teaches us to fear something as good as love and forbids us to share it with those willing to embrace it!"

He was no longer holding back. He saw the realization dawn in her eyes. Juhani was speechless for a moment only able to say, "You…love me?" Dak trembled being able to say it aloud for the first time, "I've always loved you Juhani. I'm only sorry that in first realizing it, I fled from you. To rid myself of it. In a fools hope to trade the joy you gave me for an empty title that means nothing in comparison." They had been so close once. In the months he had barred himself away from her in the close proximity of the enclave, Dak had suffered each day. His heart grew heavy with the chains placed there to keep it bound within him.

The fallen Jedi was breathing heavier, her chest rising and falling quickly. Shifting her weight from one foot to the other, making her hips jut out as she closed her fists. Dak had given his confession, and it obviously had an effect on her, but Juhani's answer was a shot through his heart.
"No.", Juhani spat her rejection at him. Dak felt like the world had suddenly titled at an odd angle. He tried to accept it, "I do not need you to return my feelings…I just need you safe. Let me make arrangements to get you off this world."

He knew it was useless to offer. Dak had discovered the truth already. It was harder to confess than he's on love, "Belaya will never come." Juhani seemed to freeze in place as he uttered the words.
"What?", her voice was barely audible. Dak gulped down his fear knowing it was unwise, "Belaya has made her choice Juhani…and it was not you."

Juhani's growing rage collected like an ugly storm, "I've warned you enough Dak." She ignited her blade and in one smooth motion leapt the great distance to him in a flip. Bringing her blade down hard meant to cleave him apart. He blocked it with his own green saber blade, just able to hold his ground.
"Juhani!", He cried, "I won't fight you! This isn't what I want!"
Juhani gritted her teeth batting him away. She was done talking. He knew the only thing she wanted right now was to be rid of him. Dak readied himself for a long fight. If he could wear her down, maybe there was a chance to change her mind. Juhani flew at him, and he desperately began to parry for his life.

Dantooine, Council Chamber
Aria Vercet

After her match with Belaya. The archivist, Master Dorak, had requested a meeting with Aria. The older Jedi was a nice enough member of the Council. Having helped Aria learn much of history she showed an interest in. Through him she had learnt of Exar Kun, a figure heavily censored in the academy's archives. Dorak showed his skill in explaining how the conflict Exar started bled into the next forty years. Resulting in the Mandalorian wars, but he had put an end to their lesson just before covering the wars end. Before the point Revan entered the picture.

Now it seemed he was ready to continue after several weeks of intermission. He smiled warmly at her as he took a seat under one of the two trees in the chamber. Inviting her to seat next to him with a pat on the low wall.
"I hear you've earned quite the achievement today." Aria already heard the 'but' coming along. Still, she nodded with a small smile, "Yes, it seems I was lucky today. Belaya is a highly skilled opponent." Master Dorak put his hands together over his knees, "You should know by now there is no such thing as luck, but it is how you achieved you victory I wished to discuss." Aria held in the urge to roll her eyes. She actually liked Dorak; he reminded Aria of her own grandfather.

"It was underhanded, but it's not my fault Belaya allowed herself to become distracted." Dorak had the ghost of a smile on his face attempting to stay in his mentor role, "Ture, and I agree with what you said. The Sith have no modesty. They openly gorge themselves on the pleasures of life. The Dark Lord Zat Wund would fight on the battlefield completely nude except for his many body piercings and chains. It's meant to shock, distract, and invite. Hopefully you've taught the Padawans here today something new they need to defend against."

Aria was surprised to hear anything positive about shaking her tits in someone's face. However, he wasn't finished. Master Dorak folded her arms leaning back looking somewhere in the past, "There is a lesson I wish for you to learn as well. How you achieved your victory reminds me of the harsh lessons Revan, and Malak taught us."
"Revan and Malak also popped their girls out to win the Mandalorian war?" That almost made the historian chuckle, needing to close his eyes as his smile was tightly guarded. Shaking his head he continued, "No, at least it wasn't documented if they did. Now where we last left off was…"

"You were telling me the Republic sent their entire fleet to do battle with the new threat about eight-seven years ago."
"That's right, thank you. The Republic petitioned the Jedi Council for aid, but there were many factors to consider before we allowed ourselves to be drawn into another conflict so soon after the war with Exar Kun. While the Jedi Council preached patience, there were many among our Order who were eager for us to join the battle. Two young Knights in particular demanded immediate action: Revan and Malak. They rallied many of the Jedi to their cause and, against the wishes of their Masters, joined the Republic fleet battling the Mandalorians. Revan was a brilliant military leader, and the Republic fleet began to win victory after victory. Four years ago, the Mandalorians surrendered unconditionally."

Aria listened with her full attention. Trying to search for the lesson he was trying to teach.
"Did Revan fall to the Dark side because of the war?" Dorak had a peculiar look he gave her, "No one is denying that Revan was one of the keys to defeating the Mandalorians... but something happened out there on the Outer Rim. Revan and Malak were heroes, the great saviors of the Republic. A third of the Republic fleet was under their direct command... and them something happened. Instead of returning after the war's end, the ships under Revan's command went deep into unexplored space. They claimed to be searching for the last remnants of the Mandalorian fleet. All contact was lost. For many months it was assumed some great disaster had befallen the entire fleet. Everyone thought they were dead. There were unsubstantiated rumors of Revan and Malak being seen on a number of different planets during these months – scattered sightings that were never confirmed."

"Is there any indication where they disappeared to?"
Master Dorak shook his head sighing, "Perhaps they simply went far beyond the edges of Republic space. Maybe they found previously undiscovered hyperspace routes to the ends of the galaxy. Nobody knows for certain." He became quiet, hesitant to speak of what came next. "Three years ago, Revan and Malak returned at the head of a massive invasion fleet. Revan had assumed the title of Sith Lord; the hero had become a conqueror."

She thought back to when they fled Taris, "I've seen the Sith fleet. I've never seen ships like them."
"Some of the ships in the Sith fleet are those that were under Revan's command during the Mandalorian Wars. But many more are of an alien design we have never seen before. The source of this massive fleet is one of the many things about the Sith we cannot explain. It seems impossible to have created it in such a short time, yet we cannot deny its existence. The source of the Sith soldiers is, unfortunately, much easier to understand. Initially the bulk of the Sith force were former Republic soldiers who had served under Revan. With each conquest thousands more flocked to join the invaders, swelling their numbers. Even many of our own Order have betrayed us, lured by Sith promises of riches and power."

Master Dorak got up and stood with his hands behind his back. His head low in thought to all those who had betrayed his Order. He mourned for them; a great sense of failure resided in him as if he was personally responsible. Sighing he held his head back up, "For two years the Sith were all but invincible. Fortunately, Bastila and her Battle Meditation allowed the Republic to win a few key victories and kept the Sith from total triumph. In desperation we set a trap for the Dark Lord. Bastila was with the strike team that tried to capture Revan, as you probably know. She was there at Revan's end. That was nearly a year ago, but things have not improved. Malak has stepped in and assumed the mantle of Dark Lord for himself, though he is far from Revan's equal in strategy or tactics. Still, his fleet continues to grow in both ships and soldiers. If we do not find some way to stop the Sith soon, Malak will overwhelm us with sheer numbers."

Aria felt the weight of his warning. Her mind went to the future where it came to be. As much as she wanted to be away from all of this. A possible lifetime living under the boots of the Sith pissed her right off. People belonged under her bootheel, not the other way around. Imagining her Mission suffering under their rule gave Aria all the motivation to fight. Aria looked to the Jedi Master, "You're warning me of the actions we take to win. Of the dangers underhanded moves might bring down the line."

Master Dorak smiled turning back to her, "Revan's tale shows us how even the greatest of Jedi can fall to the Dark side. You must always be on guard against the evil that dwells within you. It will promise you power, a quick end to conflict, but drawing upon it will only pull you and others into future danger. Think hard upon this lesson."
Aria nodded, "I will think on this, Master Dorak. Thank you for teaching me these histories."
"I find your quest for knowledge admirable, but I do not want to overwhelm you with the long history of the Jedi Order. Our history stretches back nearly twenty-one thousand years. If we are not careful, the tapestry of it all may soon be destroyed in Sith fire."

Dantooine, Ancient Grove
Juhani

She wailed upon his weakening guard. Dak could only starve her off for so long. His few attacks lacked the intent to kill. Unlike hers, Juhani aimed to kill this fragment of her past. She broke his guard open, kicking him hard across the grove. He had once been her friend, but no she had no need. She did not need his love. She only wanted Belaya's! Juhani threw herself at him ready to end the fight.

Dak just managed to roll on his back with a last second block stopping her blade. Juhani began to bash her blade down again, and again. Feasting on the terror she drew out of him. She was breaking his heart with every swing, but what did he know of true heartbreak? Dak knew nothing of the pain Juhani had lived with since killing Quatra! Nothing of the betrayal when her Master destroyed her trust! She imbued all her emotions into her lightsaber.

Flowing them directly into the kyber crystal inside. Powering it with the raw emotions that she had nurtured for over a month. She felt her crystal scream out in protest. Heard it cry an awful song as she forced the pain inside it. Juhani made the kyber bleed, spilling into the color of her blade with each swing. Washing over the vibrant glowing blue that had symbolized her role as a guardian. Drowning it in a hateful blood red, transforming her lightsaber into a true weapon of the Sith!

Dak's features became washed over in the red filtered light. The fear in his eyes gave her tingles all over. She brought her blade down in one final mighty swing. Shattering Dak's emerald blade apart into tiny fragments of mirrored lights. Juhani presided over him, free to decide his fate. Dak gulped looking up at her unable to fight anymore. He was weak, defenselessly splayed out under her, and still utterly in love with her.

Juhani wanted to destroy his affections. She kicked open his legs, then pressed her foot into his groin. Earning a pleasing groan of pain from Dak's lips. Juhani drove the ball of her foot hard into the growing bulge in his pants. She couldn't deny she liked the sounds he made, or how it felt to step on him. Juhani brought the tip of her blade under his chin forcing him to stretch his jaw up, "Do you still love me now?"
"N-No matter what!"

"Let's test that.", She smiled twisting her foot into him. Drawing out another groan from him. Juhani was growing excited, her breathing became sharp as she saw his precum soak through his pants. Sneering she kicked him down, "Pathetic little man!" She brought the point of her blade just over his skin, searing off his robes as she brushed it over his torso.

His black skin was flawless, his chest wide and powerful. Dak Vesser could have had anyone he wanted. It was the cruelty of fate that he chooses the one woman who would reject him. She still wasn't attracted to him, just the idea of making him regret it in the end. With an agonizing slowness she made a cut of his pants. Dak struggled to remain still, but that didn't take away his erection. It sprang out the second it was freed. Happy to once more be under her the pad of her foot steeping on it.

Juhani teasingly stroked it, beckoning him to rise up. Dak's heart was beating so fast she could hear it. He hesitantly sat up, running his hands up her leg. Hugging into her thigh as he moaned under her degrading stimulation. Juhani yanked back on his hair making him gasp, "I'm going to hurt you, Dak. I don't love you. I never will. You can still run away, but if you don't." She bent down whispering the words into his ear, "I will burry my hatred so deep inside, its scare will never heal~"

She brought goosebumps over his skin. Dak whimpered whispering back his need for damnation, "I will care for it. With all my heart." Juhani applauded his ability to stay the romantic. Perhaps he could continue doing so with his mouth gagged. Juhani called from her small collection of items the strap-on she kept from bonfire massacre. The oversized phallus flew to her open hand. Dak's eyes grew as wide as the width of the toy. Juhani brought her red saber's blade to his throat and threatening dangled the cock over his lips.

"Open, or I'll behead you here and now." He chose to live, Dak's beautiful lips parted giving her no fight as she slowly pushed it down into his mouth. His eyes began to water as Juhani tested just how much she could squeeze in. Once she heard him gag, Juhani withdrew it before bringing it back down. Dak was a quick learner, squeezing his eyes shut he managed to take it easier the second time. Juhani gave him a small chance to catch his breath as she mockingly hit his cheeks with it.

His expression was one mixed of embarrassment, determination, and arousal. Sticking out his tongue for her to drag the length of the cock across, before bringing it back down. Not giving him any kind of break as she started to sincerely face fuck him. Tears built up more in his eyes as Juhani made a bulge rise in his throat. Coating the cock with his spit, it was going to be the lube he would get. Juhani forced the cock down as far as she could down his throat, keeping it there till he started to struggle.

Juhani covered his nose cutting off his air way. Licking her lips while staring into his eyes as he began to struggle. Juhani started to use her foot again. Rubbing his cock while he began to turn blue in the face chocking on hers. She played with his ability to breathe. Giving him a few precious seconds before cutting it back off again. She felt his cock begin to twitch under her foot. Juhani doubled her speed rubbing him harder, keeping him gagged on the cock unable to get any air.

Dak shook under as his cock exploded with jets of cum hitting the bottom of her foot. She took away her hand and withdrew the cock from his throat. Dak trembled all over as he moaned. He looked at her with a disgusting arousal look on his face. Juhani pushed him down with the force. Wiping off her foot over his hard erect nipples, bringing a fresh dark blush to his cheeks. Juhani kicked his side turning him over on his stomach.

"On your knees.", Juhani watched as Dak, exhausted from their fight, and forced to orgasm, raised himself on trembling hands. Juhani stepped down on his back forcing him to arch it. "You had such promise, Dak.", She mocked him as she stalked around him. Hissing her blade along the ground as she did it. Leaving a burning glow as she dragged it.
"You would have made a great Knight. Now look at you. Waiting with bated breath for the person who rejected you-" She began to attach the strap-on, "to insult you even more!" Juhani slapped his attractive ass hard enough to jolt him forward.

She knelt and grabbed his balls. Squeezing them roughly before teasingly yanking on them. "Spread yourself for me unless you want to be castrated." He looked over his shoulder at her bashfully doing as ordered. Spreading his cheeks apart baring himself to her fully. Juhani traced her finger dainty over his taint, tracing carefully around his virgin hole. Juhani felt her mouth water at the sight. Unable to help herself she tasted him.

"Ah!", Dak stiffened under her as her tongue penetrated him. Gasping as Juhani readied him to be used. Tongue fucking his ass till he was hard as a rock once more without being touched. Juhani pulled back breathing raggedly. Hypnotized by his twitching ring looking lonely being so unfilled.
"What would the Council think of you now?", She mocked him grinding the strap-on between his cheeks. Dragging her claws up and down his back settling on his hips. Dak began to say something, but his words were lost in pained moan as she sunk herself into him.

Spreading his tight entrance wide open. Dak shook unable to stay still as a low groan escaped his lips. Juhani blushed, feeling a special kind of power as she took in the sight. Pushing in slowly to let him adjust to its size. If she hadn't prepared him there wouldn't be a chance it could fit. Juhani took her time enjoying every shameful moan she drew from him before she stopped taking it easy. Juhani dug her claws down his back making him scream as she slammed her cock inside.

Rutting into Dak repeatedly, using him like an unloved whore. Repeatedly spreading his ass wide open with plenty of thought to how she was hurting him. Juhani slapped his ass till it was nice and red urging him to cry out more. Despite the harsh nature she treated him with, Dak was only becoming more of a turned-on mess. Cumming a second time under her from his G-spot being repeatedly hit.

Juhani didn't stop. Each time she slammed down into him the strap-on pressed against her own sex. A pleasing stimulus that gave her all the reason to not stop anytime soon. Juhani bent over Dak's hot warm body, biting down on his neck as she rutted into him. The noise he made was strange, unintelligible as he lost the ability to form sentences. Juhani felt she was so close, but it took so much longer than she thought to reach her climax. By the end Dak had passed out after cumming a third time. His asshole gapping looking lonely once again.

Juhani wouldn't be satisfied cumming just once. She lined up once more, ready to use him till she grew tired.