Dantooine, Dueling Room
Belaya

Aria was getting better each time she fought. Improving faster than anyone she'd ever seen. However, she wasn't going to make a repeat of her embarrassing loss like last time. Belaya parried Aria's lung, riposting before she could attack again. She needed to control Aria's line. Forcing her to drop her guarded position, exposing a larger target for her to hit. This wasn't like their last fight. Belaya had an iron grip on her emotions.
The newest mockery of their sacred robes wasn't going to distract her this time. Aria wasn't even wearing pants anymore, not even tights. She had fashioned a revealing dress out of the provided learner's garment. It plunged low into her breasts, threatening to slip out of place if not for the belt around her waist keeping it tight against her tanning skin. The long tabard in front was cut to draw attention to her bare hips as it plunged to her knees. The back skirt was shorter, just falling low enough to cover her bottom cheeks, but failing to cover the sides of her bare ass. Each move she made drew eyes all around to her attractive legs as it bounced around her.
All except for Belaya. She was focused purely on the angle of Aria's blade. The way she handled the hilt in her grip before springing a lightning-fast thrust. She couldn't allow herself to become distracted for a second. In a way she was grateful to her disrespectful opponent. Belaya hadn't spent the last two nights tossing to nightmares about Juhani. She dreamt of how she needed to be better, what strategies would work, and how sweet the satisfaction was going to taste when she taught Aria who the better duelist was. Belaya saw her next five moves and allowed the first four to give her a sense of accomplishment. Pretending to be pushed back as Aria took control of the floor space. Working a combo of moves with the purpose to knock Belaya's saber away. Reinforcing her grip with the Force was the only way to keep hold of her weapon. Aria was pushing the training saber to its limit. She would have succeeded if not for the blade turning off just as she passed through it.
The look on Aria's face was worth using the dishonorable move. Belaya ignited her blade once more safely inside Arai's guard. The woman tried to quickly adjust, but a block was impossible to perform. The hilt of the training saber didn't allow for the precise handling needed. Belaya's training saber landed square in Aria's thigh. Bringing her to kneel with a whimper of pain conceding the match to the better duelist. Belaya heard the hushed whispers of her fellow Padawans at what she just did.
Deactivating her lightsaber Belaya enjoyed standing over the whore. Aria winced from the burn, but she grinned looking up at her. Souring her mood immediately with a simple smile.
"Interesting move.", Aria stood up shaking off her wound, "That was Tràkata wasn't it?"
Belaya smirked, "One must expect the unexpected after all. That's what you said." Aria chuckled as she rubbed her thigh, "I did. Thank you for the lesson." The woman bowed with her obsidian eyes still gazing up in a cold challenge. The score between them was even now, but Belaya wouldn't concede leaving it at a draw. Belaya was ready for the next round already, "I'm always at your disposal to teach more."
Their rematch would have to wait, "Raaaaaughrrrawgh?" Everyone's attention was taken to the giant Wookie who just walked into the dueling room. He scanned over the sea of Padawan heads searching for someone.
"Big Z, what is it pal?", Aria waved over to him.
'Of course.', Belaya internally rolled her eyes. The Wookie growled out something no one could understand, but Aria just frowned.
"I'm sorry, but I'm in the middle of something right now." Big Z walked straight through the crowd of spectators making way as not to be stepped on. Striding up to Aria and scooping her up over his shoulder in one motion. Decorating his chest with Aria's long naked legs, and her large, curved ass offering everyone a upskirt peek on his shoulder.
"Okay I guess I'm going after all.", Aria's words were muffled in her own cleavage. She waved without looking as the Wookie carried her off, "Bye everyone."
Ebon Hawk, Crew Quarters
Aria Vercet

Zaalbar had carried her all the way back to the ship. She was happy to be off her legs for the small trip. Her thigh was throbbing with pain where Belaya had gotten her. Burning down and up her limb into her sides. Big Z planted her down in front of the ramp pointing up into the Hawk.
"Mission is lonely. Go see her!", He gently prodded her repeating what he had said earlier. Aria sucked in the hiss of pain shooting up her leg accepting it and letting go of the awful ache using a Jedi meditation. No pain was going to get in the way of her favorite Twi'lek's needs. Aria quickly cleaned up throwing her sweat soaked robes into the wash.
Walking naked she found Mission curled up in her usual bunk. The Twi'lek was sleeping during the day in Aria's borrowed clothes. Wearing one of her loose black tank tops that spilled Mission's bosom out. Aria enjoyed seeing how good her matching thong looked against Mission's pretty blue skin. Aria felt bad she hadn't been able to give the pretty girl as much attention as she deserved. She brushed her lips along Mission's shoulder, her hand brushing over the Twi'lek's smooth hips. Mission stirred at the touch, humming with a sleepy smile as Aria kissed her cheek.
"Hey~mmm~", She croaked out still thick with sleep stretching out her neck for Aria to kiss down it. Aria reached down between Mission's crotch, rubbing over the thong. Mission sighed deeply as she became flushed. Her hips worked against Arai's deft touch.
"Was my girl having a good dream?", Aria purred richly into her ear. Mission giggled, "Nothing as good as this." Getting in the bunk with her, Aria buried Mission's face under her bosom. Softly squishing them up against her cute face. Aria gently shook her tits side to side whilst Mission kissed one then the other. Latching onto Aria's left nipple, not letting go as she began to suck on it.
Aria cradled Mission into her side letting the Twi'lek suckle. Purring as she felt Mission's tongue run over her teat. Making it quickly grow hard and easy to bite on between her teeth. Aria stroked her girlfriend's lekku, "I'm sorry that I haven't been around."
Mission lightly slapped her bottom as she bit down a little hard. Drawing a small whimper from Aria's lips. Mission eased off and kissed it better. Still, she looked up at her with well-deserved annoyance.
"You've been gone too long! I was starting to think you forgot about me." Mission pouted as buried her face back into Arai's comforting bosom.
"I'm sorry, Mission." Aria kissed the top of her head. "I'll be better about being here more from now on. They say I'm close to finishing up my training."
"Really? I thought becoming a Jedi took way longer."
Aria just winked at her, "Remember now, this is me we're talking about." Mission chuckled, "Sure, I remember, but…" She brushed a whisper of a kiss against the woman's lips, "I might need help remembering just how good you are." Aria completed the kiss happy to remind the Twi'lek.

Dantooine, Meditation Chamber
Bastila Shan

Bastila had been meditating when she felt the sensual embrace of the two women. She tried to push away the warm soothing touch on her sensitive skin. There was no way to pull back from the loving soft kiss on her lips. Heat ignited across her face like she was a girl again. After what she had endured on their journey back to the temple, Bastila had thought something so simple wouldn't affect her anymore, but the phantom kiss made her ache. Longing for something she'd never had before in her life.
'There is no passion.'
Bastila could hear her breathing become heavy. Her thick robes couldn't stop the sensation of tenderly caressing hands that squeezed her breast. Despite her self-control it was hard to fight the gravitational pull of an embrace not meant for her. Bastila did her best to push away the jealousy in her. She exhaled with a shiver as sweet pleasure rippled throughout her.
'There is serenity.'

It felt like a gross invasion of privacy. To know just what they were doing to each other. Feeling every sweet touch, experiencing the intense feelings of love, and the carnal hunger they wished to express it with. Bastila could picture herself there now, imposed over Aria. Kissing over Mission's sweet stomach on her way to the delicious taste of her lips. Bastila gulped as the salty sweet flavor went over her tongue.

'There is no passion.'
The Jedi repeated the mantra as her body refused to obey her. Growing hot and aroused as she felt soft hot thighs twitch around her head. Squeezing like a vice grip around it as Bastila's…Aria's skilled tongue brought the Twi'lek a quick release. She was biting her lower lip so hard it almost bled.
'There is serenity.'

They were kissing again. Lost in their own selfish desires. Pending no thought to the fact she had to endure it all. Bastila's physical needs were demanding to be indulged. Demanding her real own hands to be touching herself. She hadn't touched herself since that night on the Hawk. Pleasing herself to the traumatic memory of her near defeat had left the Jedi disgusted with herself for days after. Bastila had only been so lucky that Aria's training left her too exhausted for sex, but she knew it was bound to build up and explode like it did now.
"There is no passion…There is serenity.", she whimpered out in a husky whisper while her body trembled. Her touch starved sex screamed out in jealously knowing that Aria's and Missions were rutting together now. Their sensitive folds dancing together in building bliss. All the while Bastila refused to build her own. She gulped, repeating the mantra out loud a second time. "There…ah..is mmm~ no…no Mpfh~"
Her muscles were tensing up. All concentrating down in her lower core as her voice grew higher. Perhaps it was because it had been so long since Aria's last lay, that the pent-up passion was too great now to be a distant dull shadow. Bastila fought against the winding release she knew was coming.
"No..NoaaahhHH~ PASSION!" She came without ever touching herself once. Violently collapsing on the floor as her body spasmed for several seconds. The Jedi had lost once again, and at the second she could only enjoy the euphoria her defeat celebrated with.

Only to be followed by an enormous heavy overhanging emptiness. A fact that made her suddenly want to cry; Mission was being held and comforted now by her lover, and Bastila was just by herself.
"…There is no passion…", She wiped away the tear streaking down her face. "There is…Serenity." Bastila fought the wave of her emotions washing over her. Loneliness, jealousy, and even hate. The Darkside attempted to comfort her. Offering her a solution in her moment of weakness.
Bastila breathed deeply and exhaled. Reciting the Jedi code in full till the whispers were gone. She wouldn't betray everything she stood for and believed in because of a moment's weakness. The Republic needed the Jedi. The Jedi needed her, and the former Dark lord above all needed her guidance to set the right path. Bastila picked herself up, her tears well over with, and resumed her meditation.

Dantooine, Jedi Archives
Aria Vercet

Her thigh still cried for her to stop walking on it hours later. The whole leg and partially up her side throbbed with an awful ache. Using her new Jedi meditations Aria was able to work through the burning pain. Belaya had gotten her revenge for their previous match, and Aria had learnt a great deal in return. Bastila was still a much harder opponent, Aria hadn't been able to best her yet, but Bastila never fought her with the same ferocity that Belaya showed. Bastila was a serene storm that gave no room for error. Belaya on the other hand was loud, predictable, and still nearly impossible to etch any victory from.
She worked through the archive's computer. Her access was highly limited, but Aria found little red tape in her current search. Bastila appeared reading over her shoulder, "Lightsaber variations and materials?"
The Jedi had been by her side all day. Teaching Aria every exercise and lesson with a renewed vigor. While perfectly poised and prompt as always on the outside, Aria could sense the hidden cracks under the mask. Bastila, like the rest of her companions, carried something eating them up inside.
"Zhar brought it up with me the other day.", Aria scrolled through the long list in the database, "It seems my days as an initiate is coming to an end."
"Ah, I'm sure the Dragon Clan will miss it's oldest and newest member.", Bastila teased her, "But why are you looking up variations? Almost all first lightsabers are of a standard design for a reason. It's highly unlikely you'll be successful the first attempts. I remember it took me an embarrassingly high number."
Aria looked up at the Jedi with cheeky grin, "Even the perfect Bastila struggled, huh." Bastila sarcastically laughed, "Hah, well no one's perfect. But there's no room for error in a saber's construction. Every wire must be perfectly set, the crystal attuned just right with the Force so it doesn't explode."
"I keep being told about that. The more I delve into how these things work, the more amazed I am they got figured out at all. The proto-saber's battery pack must have been fun to work around in a fight." Bastila hummed in agreement, "Thankfully, with the current war aside, we live in a more civilized time. Still, it's a shame that because of said fighting you won't take the pilgrimage to Ilum."
"Is that where you obtained your Kyber crystal?"
"My first one, yes.", Bastila smiled affectionately as she brushed her fingers on the hilt at her side. "I obtained my second one here on Dantooine in fact." The Jedi saw how that perked Arai's attention and answered her question before it was even asked.
"There are crystal caves here. In fact, that's what drew Master Vodo-Siosk Baas in establishing an Academy here. However, the Council has still decreed it too dangerous for any initiate in these times to make such a pilgrimage. Instead, they will provide the crystal for you." Aria slouched in her chair, "Well, that's a little boring. I was actually getting kind of excited after reading up on it."
The Jedi looked at the screen, her eyes going over the list of materials. "You'll be out of luck for most of what's listed here. The academy can only provide all but the most basic ones. Such as the standard alloy metal, we may be able to find you some Durasteel to use, or Duraplast." Aria looked over the options. None of them felt right, it was difficult to explain, but she felt like she already had the answer. Wistfully sighing, Aria compared the different styles of lightsaber. Thinking back to her earlier duel when she hadn't been able to block.
Her eyes lit up, and Bastila sensed her excitement. The Jedi looked at the screen with a raised brow, "It may be a challenge for a novice like yourself, but strangely I feel you've landed on a solid choice pertaining to your skill with Makashi." They spent the rest of the night going over the specifications if she wanted to make it work. Bastila showed her strength in teaching, and Aria her ability to be a good student. Before they retired, a solid blueprint had been made.
Aria stretched out of her chair. Popping her back as her interlocking fingers went up in the air. "Oh~ I've been sitting too long. It sounds crazy, but exercise sounds nice right about no-OW!" She had just taken a step back. Forgetting to continue her healing meditation while they worked on the design, a new jerking pain twisted itself up her body. Landing her back down in the chair as she gripped the injured thigh.
Bastila reached over her, brushing her fingertips alongside her pained naked skin. The digits elicited an instant current of energy up her nerves. Making the hair rise on the back of her neck and a blush threatened to embarrass her.
"You're still hurting?", Bastila's stern posh voice was right in her ear not helping her. Aria had let her guard down and laughed at herself.
"Yeah, I'm still hurting. I'll be fine in a minute." Bastila frowned as she pressed her palm sweetly against the smooth bare thigh, "Belaya struct much too hard. Even a hit from a training saber shouldn't still be hurting."
"Kiss it better?"
Bastila rolled her eyes and raised a brow at Aria as she pressed down on the injury. Making Aria wince back in discomfort as she asked, "Say again?"
"Nothing." Aria smiled through the pain, but she didn't have to deal with it long. Bastila used her connection with the Force to heal the injury. Aria groaned, lolling her head back against the chair. The Jedi's power than any stim she'd used. Not just with her leg, but all her recent cuts and bruises suddenly disappeared. Aria drew air into her lungs feeling stronger than before and smiled at Bastila.
"Don't say a word." The Jedi removed her hand, but Aria could still feel it on her skin.
"Thank you is two.", Aria welcomed Bastila's exasperated sigh. She reached out and held her hand, "I know I drive you up the wall, but I really mean it."
"Forget a mere wall, you drive me up an entire hyper-space route…but you are welcomed." Bastila slipped her hand free. Crossing her arms under her chest to keep her hands safely away. Aria just kept smiling sweetly up at the Jedi. She liked how it made Bastila fidget, "What?"
"Nothing I can say without riling you up again."
"Oh my, are we finally learning to not blurt out everything in our head?", Bastila smirked biggening to walk away, "That is an improvement."
Aria chuckled watching her go, "Thanks again Bastila. Really, you have no idea how much help you've been."
"Can't be anywhere near as much as a headache as you've constantly been to me. Good luck on your trails, initiate."

Dantooine, Council Chamber (The next day)
Zhar Lestin
The Twi'lek was waiting patiently for Aria to finish with Master Dorak. Aria's trails were nearly complete. In a little less than two months she had demonstrated a phenomenal growth unseen in other students. In all his years, Zhar had never seen someone master the initial training so fast. The reason was obvious to those who knew her secret, but even still they had expected Aria's training to last a full year.

She had passed her first trial of reciting the Jedi code easily as to be expected. Now it was just a matter of deciding what role the reborn Revan would fall under in their Order. Zhar fully expected Aria to best fit the role of a Guardian. A powerful warrior would serve them well with what they needed done. Before dealing with Malak, a more pressing local matter needed to be addressed; Juhani.
Dak Vesser, a promising padawan to Vrook, and old friend to the fallen student had made a foolish attempt to speak with her. One of the Matale droids performing a patrol had come across the wounded Padawan learner and brought him back to receive treatment. Dak was fortunate to be found before the kath hounds discovered him. Five homesteaders had been killed in the last three weeks by the wild animals. He wouldn't recover for quite some time. Considerably lucky considering the rising number of dead.
It pained him, but they could no longer abide the failed student. Among the many options the Council had proposed, Zhar's had caused the most argument. The meeting had gone into the following morning before he had convinced them to trust his decision. Zhar believed it was no mere coincidence such an awful thing had come to pass with Aria's arrival. He had to trust that this was the intervention of the Force. Vrook had taken this as Aria somehow being the cause, but Zhar believed the opposite; That Aria would be the solution.

However, Aria accomplished her last trial, Zhar knew it would be a window into the future of what's to come, but first she needed to be armed. He didn't wear a chronometer but the Jedi Master was sure enough time had passed for her to acquire a crystal. Zhar walked into the main council chamber where Master Dorak sat alone in his chair. An amused smile resting on his face telling Zhar all he needed to know.
"She didn't choose any of the provided crystals.", he didn't ask but stated knowing the three colored Adegan kyber crystals were still in Dorak's pocket.