An RP opening that I wrote for one of my pen pals, if anything like this interests you, I am always looking for more partners.

Helena sat alone in one of the Temple’s many meditation chambers, feigning tranquility, attempting to subdue the torrent of frustrated thoughts that clouded her senses. In the decades that she had been a Jedi, she had never imagined that she would be called upon to train anyone and, if she was completely honest, she had hoped to somehow avoid doing so all together. Since being assigned the title of Jedi Master five years prior, she had thrown herself into historical recording and artifact acquisition for the central archives, spending as much time away from Coruscant as she could manage to avoid this very predicament. Helena felt at home in the dusty catacombs and crumbling cairns of the Outer Rim, averse to the rigors of diplomacy or the notion of mentoring. Following her last field report, however, the council noted how no other Jedi to attain the rank of master had ever gone so long without taking an apprentice, and thus concluded that she would take one on. She was to be given an acolyte whose master had rejoined the force, an assignment designed to ease her into guiding a younger jedi.

Helena’s eyes shot open with a start, her rumination concerning recent events interrupted as she bit back a startled curse; the door behind her trundled open, an inquiring voice calling out, “Master Helena, I presume?” “That is correct” Helena began sternly, “but presumption will not be…” laying eyes upon her new charge for the first time, Helena’s attempt at a sarcastic barb died midway through the air; like a mynoc entering the atmosphere. The jedi that stood before her appeared as everything but in need of training; his resolute stance was only amplified by his apparently sturdy build and reserved expression. Human, like her, his dark features stood in stark relief to his muted beige tunic. Towering over her, the only time she was able to manage complete eye contact was when he bowed to her in greeting, turning away; she flushed under the intensity of his gaze. Even her years of training, had left Helena unprepared for this meeting. “Greeting Master, my name is Sidonis.”

In the days that followed, their interactions were relatively sparse; seemingly enthralled in his private studies, the pair only came together periodically to train or be sent on missions. Helena was tormented by disquieting thoughts of wanting to be near him, regardless of the frigid demeanor with which he appeared to regard her. Although she had initially considered the idea of an apprentice galling, she found that being treated as vestigial was moreso. The only time that he appeared to even be aware of her presence was during their combat training. Locked in intense drills, she was always acutely aware of his keen observation of her form, and though he would always say that he was looking for opening, she suspected that it was more. She didn’t know why, but some small part of her was thrilled by every second that his eyes lingered upon her, and that part grew daily. Finally, it came to a point where she was going out of her way to be noticed, she wore form fitting jumpsuits during training, she adjusted her tunics in front of him, and would often insist on shedding “unnecessary equipment” on missions even if it compromised her safety in especially hostile climates. The more Helena fed this desire, however, the more sharply it came into focus that she was in direct violation of the code that she was supposed to be instilling within her pupil. Conflicted, she decided to go to him and share her struggle, hoping that it would somehow stand resolved if she put it to words. As she approached his quarters, she hesitated a moment; a shudder racing through the core of her being as the thought occurred that she was at the cusp of failing not only his training, but hers as well.

Gathering her resolve, she stepped in front of the threshold and bade the door open. Taking a breath in to offer an apology for intruding, Helena found herself unexpectedly winded, her words lodged in her throat as a sudden and irresistible wave pinned her to the smooth stone wall behind her. Her vision clearing, Helena looked down to see Sidonis standing before her, his arm outstretched to lock her in place with the force. Glancing to the left, her eyes opened wide with shock and revulsion, as a red and black pyramid hit the floor of the room and snapped shut. “I see that you recognize this instrument master”, Sidonis observed, contempt tingeing his words. Straining against his overwhelming grip Helena managed to gasp, “Sith…Holoc…cron. But…from where?” “My former master and I were sent on a mission to Korriban, to rout a coven of force wielding tribesman in the Valley of the Dark Lords” Sidonis explained. “We were separated in what I later found to be the Tomb of Marka Ragnos, and I uncovered this artifact.” Pausing, almost as if to collect his thoughts, he ceased his explanation by flippantly recalling, “When Zhar discovered my aspirations…well…let’s just say I had a more significant hand in his rejoining the force than the council has been led to believe.” Now actively struggling against his invisible grasp, Helena lunged forward, only to be beaten back by what felt like a thousand fingers around her throat. “However, it seems that I can make better use of you, Helena” Sidonis taunted through a satisfied sneer. “Even now, your body betrays you” taunting as he stepped forward, activating his lightsaber with a harsh crackle, “It would seem that unlike Zhar, you can be…persuaded.” Reduced to its training setting within the confines of the temple, Helena only suffered a harsh tingle as Atonai slowly singed through the left side of her robes and tunic. Savagely tearing the still smoldering fabric from her, he dropped his weapon and allowed his fingers to hiss to life, electricity arcing from tip to tip. “It would seem that you could be persuaded…to join me”, the words seemed almost as slick as oil to Helena, who found her body and will responding tohis. Much to her dismay, her breath was becoming short, she ached to embrace him, to know his darkness. Sensing her desire, Sidonis traced his fingers around her nipples, across her chest, and then down, to just above the part of her legs, before allowing her to slide down the wall and collapse onto the stone floor in a heap. “That was but a taste of the Dark Side to whet your appetite.”

Looking down at the holocron with a dour expression, Sidonis stated bluntly, as he left “Do with it what you will, I have no further use for it.”

Helena collected herself and threw the tattered remains of her garments carelessly about her, snatching up the holocron, she bolted from the room; moving down the corridor, she hurriedly entered her chambers and let loose a shuttering sigh as the door softly shut behind her. Allowing her clothing to fall to her sides, Helena curled up on her cot, trying to make sense of what had just transpired. Her pulse refused to slow. Her carnal thoughts now more resilient to her control than ever. Her fear, quickly growing that she was losing everything that had until this point defined her. Unable to lie still, her fingers slowly traced her body, as his had. Her body burned in a way that she had never felt. She raked her fingers desperately across her skin, willing it to stop, but it merely added fuel to the already torrid fire raging within her. Grasping desperately around her, her fingers found the handle of her lightsaber; its cool, metallic, hilt causing her hips to thrust as it met her flesh where her desires were most potent. Ignorant of technique, or decorum, Helena instinctually manipulated herself; thinking only of quieting the screams of her body for release. The holocron that she had taken glowed and undulated from where her clothes laid crumpled by the door, a pillar of dark crimson light erupting from its pinnacle as climax overcame Helena for the first time.

Her thoughts echoed in the holocron, her moment of traitorous ecstasy resounding in its dark recesses.

In the temple garden, a sinister smirk crossed Sidonis’s face.

She was his now.