Part I

I was born five years before the arrival of the Jedi-characters we all
thought were just fictional beings created from the mind of George Lucas. I
grew up in the age of great evolution and got to travel to the distant
planet of Coruscant on a school fieldtrip once. That was when I decided to
join the Jedi Order for I had learned that I was Force sensitive.

At the age of seven, I was handed over to my Jedi teacher and to-be life
long companion, Jakoma Verdia, a humanoid woman with brilliant violet eyes
and hair, gladly and most proudly by my parents. Though I was at the
threshold of being denied training due to my age, the Jedi Council agreed in
my being training.

She taught me many things-being a Jedi, a woman, and about men. She was my
sister, mother, teacher and best friend rolled up in to one. Under the
watchful eye of Yoda, I became a great and skilled Padawan and on the day of
my twenty third birthday, I was knighted as a full-fledged Jedi Knight. And
I became a close friend with the Young Jedi named Anikan Skywalker. At times
I would think that we were a thing but it wasn't that way, though I have
strong feelings for him-Hell! I fell madly inlove with him! However, of
course I wouldn't tell him and I pushed it as far back and deep into my mind
as I possible could. Shielding my emotions for him from him.

Today is Anikan's second anniversary of being Knighted. I have planned a
little party with all our close friends invited-set for later tonight.
Hopefully he will show up this time! He didn't last year and the day he was
to be Knighted two years ago, he, rather fashionably, showed up late!

I move throughout Coruscant in search of the right gift for him-but he is
one of the hardest people to find a present for. And finally I find it-a
beautiful sculpture of a Dolphin that was imported from Earth, made of
purest blue Earth Crystal. My homeworld's marine life-especially dolphins
had always fascinated him. He had always wanted to travel to Earth, but his
master, Obi-Wan Kenobi, had thought it would divert his attention-training
was most important.

And I thought I was a distraction-guess not.

I return home to my personal quarters to find him sleeping on my sofa-fast
asleep. He always did that-pop in and act as though he lived there. I'm use
to it now. I hastily leave for Zia's quarters-she'll hide it, Anikan's gift,
for me until the party. She had always thought Ani and I would get together
and found Anikan making himself right at home in my place hilarious.

With a thank you, I return to my quarters and sat in a chair not far from
the sofa where Anikan sleeps. I watch him carefully-in awe of his male
beauty and his soft, slow, rhythmic breathing as he slumbers. I don't have
to use the Force to know that he is actually watching me-he is wide-awake,
watching me through the slit of an opening between his eyelashes. I cannot
help the laugh that rolls up from deep inside me and out my mouth as I smile
at him with embarrassment. And he too, begins to laugh as he opens his eyes
and sits up upon the sofa.

"You are an ass!" I exclaim as I stand from my chair, picked the nearest
throw pillow and began to bash him with it. He tries to defend himself, but
I get in most of the blows-hitting his head, his back and his sides. But
soon he is fighting to grab hold of the pillow and ripping it from my hands,
I suddenly loose my balance and I instantly find myself in his arms, sitting
upon his lap. The laughing immediately stopped and I am quickly filled with
nervousness as I find Anikan looking into my eyes with a look upon his face
I have not seen before-sexual and chemical attraction.

I look into his eyes in the quickest of glances and with the Force, and I
find that he is very attracted to me-always has. I hastily turn my eyes from
his and looking to the nearby window overlooking the city of Coruscant from
the clouds, I feel his face grow closer to mine. I soon can feel his hot,
moist breath against my left cheek-sending shivers running throughout my
body and blood to my cheeks.

Soon he is so close that I swear I could feel our skin touch, but suddenly
he moves away as we both sense the nearing of someone to the door of my
quarters. I quickly stand to my feet, letting Anikan stand as I move to the
window I had been looking through and I peer out to the city far below. Then
the door chimes sound.

Anikan answers the door and greets who stands on the other side.

"Hello master Adi Gallia. What can I do for you?" Anikan greets as he
steps away from infront of the doorway and allows the Jedi Master and
Council member to enter.

"I have come to speak Serina of something of great importance. I'm afraid
that I must peak to her alone." Adi Gallia explains as she sits down in the
chair where I had been sitting when I had watched Ani sleep. I turn and look
to Anikan with a furrowed brow-concerned by her criticality and sternness.
And with a nod and a mental farewell, Anikan moves to the still open door
and leaves me to the Jedi Master.

"How may I be of service?" I question, unable to read her-even with the
use of the Force. And as I move to sit upon the couch not far from the
chair, I am filled with a sense of dread-knowing somehow that I may never
see Anikan again.

I know that Adi has sensed my feeling, for she shifts her eyes to look
into mine. And then with a deep inhale of breath, the Jedi Master begins to
speak.

"You are to go on a most dangerous and harsh mission-one we believe that
that you are most skilled to complete." Adi begins, placing her
finger-entwined hands upon her crossed thighs.

I sigh aloud-already knowing what they have asked of me.

"What is the mission?" I ask, feeling the dread grow to monstrous
proportions and I can feel fear beginning to creep into me and sink into my
bones. I don't want to know, but I must if I am to fulfill the mission they
wish me to take. I unconsciously begin to wring my hands together and I grow
ancy by the minute.

"You are to infiltrate and destroy an underground criminal syndicate
hiding deep within the ancient Sith structure on Krydan IV. (* note: I had
to make it up. *) The details have been downloaded into the computerbank
aboard your personal Fighter-Sun Fire. When you are to land, you must
destroy all evidence of the files and wipe the memory of all Jedi related
files."

"When am I to leave, master?"

"This night. You must be prepared and all matters taken care of. Credits
will be given to you for new wardrobe and a new identity has been created
for you." Adi Gallia answers, standing to her feet and moving slowly toward
the door. "You must be present upon landing platform 39-G by the setting of
the sun. You have…seven hours."

I too, stand and follow behind Adi, listening to my mission info.

And with that, Adi leaves my quarters before I can protest and as the door
closes behind her, I plop down upon the sofa, about to scream outloud in
disbelief, frustration and anger.

"How am I gonna tell Anikan? How can I tell him that I may never come
back? It's most likely a suicide mission! I have to infiltrate an ancient
and most likely still boobytrapped Sith compound and destroy the compound
and the bad guys inside!"

I begin to cry as I sense the presence of someone approaching the door to
my quarters. I already know who it is.

"Come in Ani." I call loudly and within moments, I see Anikan pop his head
through the door.

"Can I come in? Is it safe?" Anikan never really got along too well with
Adi Gallia. She always thought him dangerous and a loosecannon. And he
really didn't like her much either. But they were always polite to
eachother.

With a nod of my head, Ani enters and carefully peeks about the room. I
know he's trying to cheer me up-which it does…some, and I can't help the
chuckle that turns to a laugh as Anikan plops down upon the sofa beside me.
I look up at him, a smile upon my face and his-and what a smile!

"So, what she want?" Ani asks with a playful grin on his handsome face and
it seems to burn the gloominess from inside me.

"If I told ya, I'd have to kill ya!" I exclaim returning the playful grin.
"I am to go on a mission and I don't know if I'm gonna come back."

Part II

"I have to leave for some indiscernible amount of time and I do not know
when I will ever be back." I finally tell him, becoming serious about the
situation that has come up most unexpectedly. I keep my eyes from his,
knowing that they are trying to search for any thing that may give him some
clue about the mission I am about to undertake. I take a slow deep breath
and I turn my eyes to the window once again, seeing the sky now dark and the
awe striking sight of the many lights of the thousands of structures and
passing transports and ships.

And then for some unknown reason, I begin to think about the parents I
never really knew, the planet that I had come from that had only been
discovered and then joined the Galactic Republic only 50 years ago. I want
to see my home again – the planet of my birth. To see the massive oceans and
hike along the numerous trails in the forests of northern California. And to
see the rising of the sun and the setting of it as it sinks into the waves
of the Pacific Ocean.

All I have of my home is faint memories, but the only thing that stands
out like a light in the abysmal darkness is the memory of the first sun set
I had ever seen with my Master before we departed for Coruscant.

I suddenly shudder and let out a gasp as I feel Ani's hand touch my
shoulder, sensing my thoughts and knowing my feelings. "* Damned the Force!
*" I think sometimes for knowing that a trained Force wielder can feel my
emotions, hear my thoughts when he or she wishes. I am one who does not like
her mind and feelings searched and felt through, but I must endure it never
the less. And despite Anikan being my closest friend, I do not tell him
everything and I keep my mind even closed to him. I turn my eyes to Anikan
and find a look of concern upon his handsome face and I have to turn my eyes
away quickly to keep him from seeing the tears threatening to slip form my
eyes.

I stand to me feet and crossing my arms over my chest, I move to the
window and with a deep slow sigh, I stare out the window at the wondrous
site just beyond. I can feel Anikan's eyes burning upon my back, making the
hairs on the back of my neck and on my forearms rise.

And I then let out a gasp of fright as I feel Anikan behind me, wrapping
his arms about me from behind, pulling me to him as he places his chin upon
my shoulder, looking out the window as I do.

"I'm gonna miss you Serina." Anikan finally speaks after some time,
holding me against him to comfort me and I sense that there is also another
reason why he does so, but it escapes me.

We stand there for what would seem like forever, but I sense that the time
for my departure is fast approaching.

I slip from Anikan's arms and I make my way to my room without one word to
change out of my Jedi garb into plain clothes. And as I change, I contact
Zia from the consul in the room and ask her to come to my quarters with the
birthday gift for Anikan I had her hold onto.

Finally I step out of my room, finding Zia talking to Anikan in the
livingroom, holding the black silver laden case that has the statue inside.
Instantly they notice my entrance and look upon me as if I was a totally
different person. For what they see is an athletically thin woman with long
brunette hair in black leather knee high boots, tight black leather pants,
and a low cut black top under a long sleeved black leather jacket.

I can almost see their mouths drop to the floor, their eyes wide with
surprise, and I have to laugh at the sight of them.

"Hey!" I greet Zia as I make my way to them, their eyes still wide. "Ok
Ani! You can pick up your jaw now!" I chuckle as I move to his side before
Zia, who looks at Anikan them me with that "I know something that you think
I do not know" look on her soft pale blue Twi'lik face.

I give her the look of "I do not think so!" and I grab for the Anikan's
gift from Zia's hands. And holding the box in my hands, I finally hold it up
to Anikan who looks at me then Zia awkwardly then at the box.

"Here. Take it. It is your birthday present." I explain as hold the box
infront of Anikan, a grin on my face.

Again, he looks at us awkwardly then takes the box carefully from my hands
and moves to sit on the chair behind him. And seated, he places the box on
his lap and presses the button of the safety mechanism and with a click, the
four sides separate and slowly lower to reveal what lies inside - the blue
crystal dolphin statue.

Immediately Anikan looks to me with a soft smile on his face, receiving a
gift he did not think I would give to him.

"Thank you Serina!" Anikan thanks me with obvious embarrassment and not
knowing what the hell to say. He stands to his feel from the chair and
placing his gift upon the table and moves to me and kisses me with a feather
light kiss upon my right cheek.

"Your welcome Ani. I had to give it to you before I leave." I explain to
Anikan as to the reason that I am giving the gift to him now. "I am pleased
that you like it! It took me forever to find the perfect gift for you since
you are of the hardest to find gifts for."

"I see." Anikan responds sarcastically with a grin, his eyes twinkling as
he looks down at me, his left eyebrow arched slightly.

I have to laugh and Zia informs us that she needs to leave, I having
already to her that I am to leave on a mission tonight and following her to
the front door, she opens it and we embrace in a long and thorough hug.

"I will miss you terribly Serina. You becareful…and may the Force be with
you." Zia tells me as she breaks the hug and steps out the door.

"And I will miss you too. And may the Force be with you my friend." I
return with another hug and finally she head back to her quarters, leaving
Anikan and I standing at the door, watching Zia make her way down the hall
and turn a corner out of our sight.

I close the door and look to Anikan.

"It is time for my departure." I look up at Ani, his brown eyes dark and
his brows slightly furrowed as he looks upon me. He is very concerned and
worried. I can see it in his eyes and upon his face even without the use of
the Force.

"Oh Anikan. I will miss you so." I exclaim as I wrap my arms about his
waist, holding to him and never wanting to ever let go. He wraps his arms
about me and holds me close. I can feel his heart thud in his chest and
breath quick and slightly hard.

"I will come with you to the platform and watch as you take off." Anikan
suddenly informs me as his nose and lips brush the hair atop my head, as if
inhaling the scent of my hair – burning it into his senses that he may never
forget again.

*******

The engines roar to life as the fighters' hatch closes. And with one last
long look at one another, the landing struts of the fighter slowly rise from
the platform's surface and slowly retract into the hull of the fighter.

"Good bye Anikan…I love you." I reveal once my fighter is at an
appropriate distance above the landing platform, and I activate the fighters
thrusters, sending my fighter flying straight up toward the sky, and quickly
passing through the atmosphere to the vast blackness of space.

Part III

It has been four years since I last saw Anikan and the Jedi Temple. I have
been gone a long time – deep within the workings of the Black Sun that has
taken up residence on Krydan IV. I have become a most valued member of the
syndicate – bodyguard and bounty hunter for the criminal organization.

My training has been of great value in my mission, and my use of the Force
to hide within the inner reassesses of the vile Black Sun. Though the Black
Sun had been grievously attacked, many of its highest members murdered one
by one – no one left alive, by a mysterious dark assailant. The murderer has
never been discovered.

And Black Sun has survived.

I have keep in contact with the Jedi Council since I first infiltrated the
Black Sun, but in the last few months, contact has been severed and no word
of the outside world has come.

As Black Sun waits, licking its wounds and prepares to rise to power once
again, I have slowly been breaking down the infrastructure of the
organization – and slowly, one by one the high ranking members have been
gathering their own power, infused with hatred for their fellow members – in
the fight to take total control and become head of the Black Sun criminal
syndicate.

"* Nothing like power hungry men pitted at one another's throats, breaking
down Black Sun from the inside out! *" I think with a smirk as I hear
Talvus, a short fat and balding male Corellien, and Vaka'vorin, a tall,
mildly handsome soft golden skin Twi'lik, arguing most heatedly about a
simple matter. I lean against the wall not far from the meeting table, my
legs crossed at the ankles and my arms crossed about my chest, giving the
appearance that I am not paying much attention to the bickering of two
arrogant men, all my senses on high for any other possible dangers, my
employers having knowledge of my Force abilities – but not my training.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen! Please, sit down and shut up!" Exclaims Timbra
Valtran, a tall, quite attractive Alderaan male - the current head of the
Black Sun, standing to his feet from his chair at the head of the table,
looking at the two men who sound like fighting children.

I can feel the tension in the air as the two men instantly fall silent as
look to Valtran with wide eyes, mouths hanging open, looking as if about to
rebuttal until they see that dangerous glare in Valtran's dark green eyes.

I am Valtran's bodyguard and he goes no where unless I am at his side – he
trusts no one but me since the day I saved his ass from an attempted
assassination by two members of the organization that wanted to take over
the Black Sun by force.

He tells me things that he will not even his closest associate, and all he
tells me I use in turn against Black Sun. I have fallen into a most
beneficial "friendship" with Valtran.

Black Sun is cracking at the seems with petty bickering, hatred and
deception – work worthy of even a Sith. But I am no Sith – I am a Jedi
Knight. I have been trained to become one since the day my master had taken
me into his arms and held me close when I cried as he carried me from the
only home I had only known - Earth.

That was a long time ago…and this is now.

Soon I will be taking my last and final blow and it will bring Black Sun
crashing to the ground in a pile of mangled rubble, taking down all those
who are part and or connected to the syndicate in any way.

Four long years have passed and I will finally be able to go home – back
to the Jedi Temple, back to Anikan whom I have missed so terribly.

I let out a soft inaudible sigh, shielding my thoughts and feelings from
those of the group who are telepathic or Force sensitive to some degree to
hear me.

Valtran finally sits down, and places his hands together as he leans back
in his high back chair, obviously very comfortable despite the company. And
the meeting continues as Valtran raises up the matter of the weapons
shipment that had been confiscated by Republic officers aboard a cargo
freighter on route to a designated secret rondevue location that has somehow
been revealed.

Hours pass by, another squabble starts and finishes on a sour note, but
finally the meeting ends and I watch carefully as one by one the high -
ranking members of the Black Sun make their way to the main doors and out.

I remain leaning up against the wall, Valtran remaining seated in his
chair, in the same comfortable position, and I can feel his eyes look upon
me.

"What did you sense of them as they left, Valaira?" Valtran asks of me,
seeing the concentration upon my face, my mind and senses drifting along the
currents of the Force, but I am aware of all that is around me.

"They are filled with anger and a growing, seething hatred for one
another." I raise my eyes and turn to Valtran, "And they hate you most of
all – but they fear you."

Valtran instantly chuckles as he slowly stands to his feet and moves
toward me. "They are weak, not even worthy of the positions they occupy. But
you are right, they do hate me – I do not even need to have use of the Force
to know that, I just have to look at them and I can see it."

"Tomorrow I will be headed for Alderaan, I need my transport ready for my
departure before the rising of the morning sun." Valtran informs me as he
moves passed me, but pauses for a moment, his intense dark green eyes
looking me over quickly – his eyes stopping at mine and with a nod of my
head, he turns and makes his way to his quarters, I in tow.

As the ship, the Night Fury, rises up from the landing platform, the
landing struts begin to retract and just as the sublight engines are about
to be brought online, the ship instantly shudders and a loud explosion makes
the ship quake violently and with the instant loss of power, the ship
crashes belly down upon the ships of four of the seven high ranking Black
Sun members – and the ships were occupied by them.

I wearily rise to my feet, smoke filling the cabin and making my eyes,
nose and lungs burn with its acrid heat, I hold my breath as I begin to look
for Valtran. I find him lying motionless, face down upon the floor. And
kneeling down as I take hold of his arms, I roll him over and am instantly
about to become sick at the sight I see…Valtran is dead – his face mangled
beyond recognition and the only way for my to be totally sure it is him is
that I can still sense him through the Force.

I hastily move throughout the ship, raining sparks and smoke everywhere,
checking to see if anyone had survived – no one is alive. I am the only one
alive.

I find my way out of the ship, cutting a hole in the hull of the ship with
the blade of my lightsabre and I as I crawl out of the wreckage, I can sense
that no one inside the other ships crushed under the tremendous weight of
the huge Night Fury, is alive.

The Black Sun is broken and not by my hand – then who?

No matter, my mission is complete for earlier in the morn, we had learned
that the others had been found dead in their own beds on their own planets.
Now, no one of the Black Sun is alive to keep it alive.

Time to go home…

Part IV

As soon as I see Coruscant in my viewscreen before me, I am filled with a
sense of foreboding and that something is not right. I notice that there are
not many ships coming and going from the city planet and my senses in the
Force tell me many things but not much makes any sense at all.

Using the codes given to me for when I return, I pass through the
atmosphere and merge into the flight path specified when my codes are
accepted. I fly my fighter to the Jedi Temple and land within the landing
bay. I power down my fighter as I get out of the pilots' chair and pull my
leather jacket on, noticing that there are many space flight capable ships
gone and many of the personal and cargo transports gone as well.

I exit my fighter and making my way down the ramp, I step down and
instantly feel a sense of eerie coldness wash over me. I cannot sense anyone
– like no one has been here for many years. And it makes me very concerned.

I make my way out of the landing bay and down the halls to the lift
leading to the Jedi Council spire. I must report immediately to the Council
of my success in my mission and all that has happened since our last
transmission.

As I move down the halls, it is deathly silent – not one sound except my
footsteps and breathing which echoes throughout the halls. There is no one –
not one living soul to be found as I make my way through the Temple.

I enter my quarters which is along the way to the lift to the Council
spire, and I find everything of value has been stolen and my room ransacked.
Instantly I fall to my knees in utter disbelief, tears beginning to run down
my cheeks, mouth open and eyes wide as I find the black case that had
contained Anikan's blue crystal dolphin upon the floor destroyed.

"What happened?!" I cry out unable to understand why there is not one soul
in the Temple and everything seems to be left as if in a great rush. And
then the Force speaks to me – showing me images of my fellow Jedi falling
one by one as they valiantly but vainly fight to save themselves from an
enemy that has been left hidden from my sight – but I sense intense and most
vile of darkness – the Darkside.

Slowly I stand to my feet and I enter my bedroom and find it too
ransacked, but all my clothing had been left; though scattered everywhere
about the room. Finding my travel case, I begin to gather all the clothes
that have not been ruined and anything else that I can find. And with what
is left of my belongings packed, I carry the case into the livingroom and
look about the room one last time before I exit my quarters and make my way
once again to the Council chambers.

I enter the great room but as I enter, I am filled with sadness as I find
the seats of the Council members thrown from their places and either
destroyed or thrashed. I set my case down upon the floor at my feet and I
move to the chair that had once belonged to Ki Adi Mundi, one of my favorite
teachers. I take hold of it and with the use of the Force to aid me, I lift
the chair from the floor and set it up as it should be. And I look at the
back of the chair oddly, for I find a black hole in its center, scorching
around it.

Then it hits me – a hole like that could never be made by a high powered
blaster or weapon of the like and judging by the discoloration and how
perfectly circular the hole is, that it could only have been made by…a
lightsabre?!

"Oh by the great Force! NO! How could it be?" I exclaim with utter despair
and disbelief as I turn and look about the circular Council room, finally
noticing black slash marks upon the walls and what could only be blood
splashes upon the floor and walls. I fall to my knees, unable to comprehend
all that has happened in the last few months since all contact had been
severed between the Council and I.

I look upon Master Adi Mundi's chair before me and an image of him appears
suddenly – but a vision the Force gives. He sits there in his chair before
me, eyes wide, his right hand moving to grasp at his sabre at his side,
looking at the dark figure standing before him and moving closer, and
instantly I cry out with terror as I see a brilliant crimson blade of a
lightsabre move and plunge straight through Master Adi Mundi's chest, right
through his heart – the tip of the crimson blade emerging through the back
of the chair.

I cannot believe my eyes – I had just seen the murder of Jedi Council
member Master Ki Adi Mundi!

And I can just barely feel what is left of his energy still lingering upon
his chair.

Then finally rising to my feet as I wipe the still falling tears from my
eyes, I one by one return every chair to their true and rightful places as I
had remembered them from the few times I had ever been within Council
chambers.

I turn my eyes to the windows behind the circle of chairs and I find the
sky darkening with the oncoming of night and the twinkle of stars beginning
to appear. And with one last look about the room, I move to my case and
taking it into my hand, I turn and leave the room – not looking back at the
terrible sight.

Knowing that there is nothing left here for me, I make my way back to the
landing bay, to my waiting fighter. I enter my ship and placing my case upon
the small bed just behind the cockpit,I sit myself on the pilot's chair.

"What happened to the Jedi? They are all gone. I cannot sense any of them
anymore through the Force - it is as if they are all…dead." I think aloud,
still unable to comprehend all that has apparently taken place, my eyes
looking upon the consul before me but unseeing.

I must have sat there for an hour for when I finally looked from the
consul, I looked to my chrono and found it way pasted mid-night. Tiredly,
emotionally and physically drained, I stand and lay down upon the bed in the
compartment behind the cockpit.

Sleep.

Dark images fill her mind – anger, pain, hatred, rage – all that is of the
Darkside are her emotions. The dark energies of the Darkside surround her,
her pain and sadness a beacon. The ancient voices of all the dark Force
wielders whisper and call to her as she sleeps restlessly. Like a seed, it
embeds itself into her – into her troubled heart, mind, emotions and soul,
and begins to germinate – its tiny roots spreading and weaving themselves
throughout every part of her.

She, Jedi, begins to yearn for the dark, to feel its embrace and strength
– to have revenge against those that have done such an indescribable thing
to the great Jedi Order which has existed since the first breaths of the
fledgling Galactic Republic.

Revenge for her fallen friends and only family she has ever known shall be
her undoing.

How ironic.

*******

He sits without motion – in perfect unison with the ebb and waning and
always turbulent currents of the Darkside of the Force. His eyes closed,
breath slow and regulated – then instantly his eyes open.

He senses the presence of someone familiar – someone who wields the Force
with great skill, through the Force…and that someone is in that last place
he would think would dare return – the Jedi Temple.

He rises from his meditation posture and with a great swirl of his black
cape, he exits his private meditation chambers. He must discover whom this
person that is somehow familiar to him is and why that person is at the
Temple of the fallen once great Jedi Order.

*******

With a loud gasp I shoot straight up from my bed, my body, mind, heart and
soul in utter chaos as I feel the seduction the Darkside of the Force upon
me. I can feel it already beginning to grow – consume me from the inside out
– like a dark seed spreading its roots and taking an unbreakable hold upon
me.

"No! I must not give in to the Darkside! I am Jedi and nothing will ever
change that! I will not let it!" I cryout with defiance, sitting myself upon
the floor and entering my meditation posture. I close my eyes and letting
myself become one with the Force, I attempt to garb hold and return to the
serenity and peace that is of the Lightside of the Force.

I can feel the Darkside take hold of one arm as the Lightside takes hold of
my other – tugging at me back and forth – fighting one another to take and
consume me utterly and forever.

The battle against good and evil – light and dark – love and hate…one tugs
upon me and rips me from the grasp of the other and embraces me – becoming
part of me like never before…the Darkside.

Part 5

It has been some time since last he entered and strode the halls of the
once great Jedi Temple. Images of past events fill his mind, memories of
past friends and acquaintances dying one by one as they vainly attempt to
save their lives.

They failed. And now they are no more.

His heavy footsteps echo through the halls and the soft sound of his black
cape brushing upon the floor as he moves.

It is so quiet.

An eerie silence that speaks of death and massacre – and he can still hear
the cries and screams of those caught in his wake as they attempted to
protect themselves and those who attempted to escape their destruction.

Countless numbers have fallen by his hand, the searing kiss of his crimson
blade – and still they continue to fall as the last of the Jedi Order are
found, captured and brought before him in one last battle for survival.

They all have fallen.

Yet there are still many that are left unaccounted for – missing or
presumed killed in the many attacks upon the many planetary Jedi facilities
throughout the galaxy. He has no fear – they will all be found and when the
last Jedi lies lifeless at his feet, then – and only then, will the Sith be
truly triumphant, their vengeance in an unbreakable iron grip.

His senses tell him that only hours ago someone has passed through the
halls, and following the path the person had taken, he instantly stops in
his steps as he comes to the open door of the quarters that had once
belonged to a Jedi Knight he had known years ago.

Slowly he enters and finds the once beautiful and well-furnished quarters
utterly in ruins – ransacked, and anything and everything of value stolen.

Something out of the corner of his eye catches his attention and turning
to see what it could be, he looks upon the filthy floor and finds the
remnants of a black box with guilded precious metal work. He moves to where
the destroyed box lies upon the floor and falling to one knee, he carefully
picks up the broken pieces of the once beautiful box and looks over the
pieces in his hands.

He stands to his feet, examining the black broken pieces of the box for a
few moments longer then raises his head and his eyes to the large window
before him overlooking the great planet city of Coruscant. His anger and
hatred boils up inside him, the Darkside energies growing and intensifying
with his anger and hate…that quickly becomes great rage.

The box had once belonged to him…and it had contained a most special gift
that his precious long ago friend had given to him for his birthday before
she was to leave for a mission that she may not come back from alive. And he
has not seen nor heard of any news about her since the day her fighter rose
from the landing bay floor…and the last words she spoke to him broke his
heart beyond what he thought possible: "Good bye Anikan…I love you."

Holding the pieces of the box in one hand, the other clinches into a tight
fist, his rage all apparent to anyone who may have been present. He turns,
about to exit the room when he senses the currents of the Darkside of the
Force grow and intensify – as if there had been a birth of a new and
powerful Darksider. The being is so close…he can feel the person's pain,
hatred and fear, anger sadness…rage.

Dropping the pieces of the black box to the floor without a second
thought, he quickly exits the quarters of his old friend and makes his way
back down the hall, allowing the Force to guide him to the fledgling
Darksider that is somewhere within the Temple.

He goes down hall after hall, going down two levels - all the while the
presence of the Darkside-embraced grows ever stronger as he finds that he
nears the largest landing bay of three within the old Jedi Temple.

Then he comes to the wide open double blast doors of the landing bay and
there, sitting on the other side of the large bay, is a majestic black star
fighter he thought he would not see after that day she rose from the very
same place and shot off toward the sky headed for space…the Sun Fire. The
light of the sun showing through the wide-open bay blast doors, shining upon
the black fighter in soft rays of light – the black paint taking on a most
awe-striking fire–like affect.

"* Serina? *" He speaks through the Force, secretly hoping that it really
is his long ago friend that he thought he had lost to the mission that the
Jedi Council had sent her on.

He senses that he had been heard, but whoever is within the fighter cannot
respond.

"She is Jedi…all Jedi will be destroyed – not matter who he…or she, is."
He clears his mind, not allowing any memories to cloud his judgment or
reason.

Veiling himself in the shroud of the Darkside, he moves toward the
fighter, all his senses on high, increased exponentially by the aid of the
Force. He senses that someone is within the fighter, unconscious and unable
to return to the realm of the awake.

He crosses the wide almost vacant spans of the landing bay, his cape
billowing widely behind him as it catches air and his robes dance about his
legs with each step he takes. As he nears the Sun Fire, he senses that the
ship is ready for lift off, but all defenses have been left inactivated and
the ramp leading up to the ship is resting upon the bay floor – the ship
left wide open for advance.

Slowly, with skilled stealth, he moves up the ramp toward the open doorway
of the fighter and nearing the doorway, he takes hold of his weapon beneath
the folds of his black cape and holding it before him with both hands upon
the hilt, he activates the silver and black metal cylindrical weapon and
instantly a brilliant energy blade of crimson emerges – almost vibrating the
very air about him with the endless hum the weapon makes.

Prepared for any attack, he slowly passes through the threshold and into
the fighter, the deadly crimson blade of his weapon pointed to the floor.

Many small illuminated light fixtures softly light the inside upon the
ceiling, walls and along the sides of the floor and he finds the inside of
the ship in perfect order and immaculately clean – according as to how a
female would like it.

Then, as he nears the cockpit, finding a small cabin just behind, he stops
in his tracks as he finds a dark figure lying face down upon the floor, long
flowing brown hair covering the figure's face and upper body. And looking
upon the figure, he finds the dark figure to be female due to the feminine
shape of her hips, tight black leather clad legs and rear.

And whoever SHE is, she is deep within unconsciousness – no possible
threat at the moment to him.

He deactivates his weapon and places it back at his side and moves closer
to the female lying perfectly unconscious upon the floor, great Darkside
energies surrounding her and fills the small room – and beyond.

Then with one foot, he carefully rolls her over onto her back, but as soon
as she is upon her back, he looks upon the woman as if she is a ghost –
silent, mind instantly filled with memories and images and visions of what
could have or could be. And last he sees and recognizes the one of a kind
weapon hanging from a hook upon her rightside…a lightsabre.

"Serina."

Part 6

He emerges from the fighter, Serina lying across his arms, and as he moves
from the fighter, a transport appears and touches down inside the landing
bay. The doors of the transport open with a hiss of released pressurized air
and the ramp extends out and down to the bay floor. And immediately a small
group of men dressed in glossy white armor and helmets, black blaster rifles
in their hands make their way down the ramp toward him.

The armored men spread out and keep watch as he makes his way up the ramp
of the transport and in, and as soon as the trailing edge of his cape is out
of sight, the armored men follow behind up the ramp and into the ship.

The ramp retracts, the doors close and as the ship begins to rise from the
landing bay floor, the landing struts raise and the ship turning in place,
it instantly darts out the landing bay headed for its destination.

*******

Darkness…eternal and seductive. To feel its embrace, its kiss is to know
utter passion, fire, desire, lust, pain, hate, anger, sadness, fear,
suffering, loneliness…rage.

This is the darkness, the Darkside of the Force – the power wielded by the
Dark Jedi of long ago, and then the Sith Order – the ancient foe of the Jedi
Order, of the Lightside of the Force.

A new Dark Jedi has been borne – one filled with rage and the taste for
vengeance.

Her name is Serina.

*******

Slowly I wake to new senses, a new world – a new life.

I can feel the new darkness inside of me – the Darkside. I am Jedi no
longer…I have become a Dark Jedi.

The revenge I so yearn for for the deaths of the only family I have ever
known, the Jedi Order, was my downfall. The images still haunt me and the
emotions that are of the Darkside of the Force fills me.

I gradually open my eyes, letting the sleep slowly ebb from them, my sight
still fuzzy from sleep. I yawn and stretch my limbs - feeling every single
muscle in my body with crystal clear clarity. And I find the feeling quite
interesting for I have never felt my own body this way before. I can feel
every nerve and fiber of my body – and the life of each microscopic cell,
which make up my entire body.

Focus finally returning, I begin to look about me, and instantly am filled
with the sense of danger and I find that I am not in my fighter any longer -
but upon a large bed with black and royal purple covers, in a spacious room
that is lit only by the flickering light of the softly roaring fire in the
fireplace across the room from the foot of the bed. And tossing the covers
from over me, I find that I am not in my street clothes, but in a beautiful
black spaghetti-strapped nightgown.

I stand to my feet and begin to look about the room, not knowing where the
hell I am and for any possible means of protecting myself since all my
clothing and lightsabre had been confiscated. The room is large, with soft
thick black carpeting and the walls appear to be a soft grey with intricate
gold-work designs and there is a single massive circular window behind the
head of the bed, the planet city seen just beyond.

"* Where am I? *" I think as I look about, finding the room elegant but
not gaudy – like that of so many people who live on this planet. It all has
a masculine and immaculate feel to it – like that of a male's touch. It is
all very beautiful, but I am weary – for I sense a disturbance in the Force
and the presence of a Darkside wielder somewhere in my vicinity.

And the sense of the presence grows stronger and stronger with each
passing moment – until I hear the door of the room open and the soft whoosh
of what could be a cape upon the floor and the sound of slow, regulated,
resperated breathing.

Instantly the hairs on the back of my neck and forearms rise – nothing
ever does that to my body…except when Anikan was nearby and moving toward
me. My body had always known his approach even before my senses told me so.

My back turned toward the person who had just entered the room, with the
aid of the Force, I stretch out my mind toward the being and instantly as
soon as my mind touched HIS, I cry out in terrible pain at the sudden
backlash sent to me through the Force. I fall to my knees upon the floor,
holding my head in my hands, tears rolling down my cheeks and I rock back in
forth in terrible pain as my mind feels like it has been seared by a fire
heated poker – or the blade of a lightsabre activating in my head.

Though in terrible pain, I can sense the being who had thrown the mental
Force backlash at me, moving silently toward me – except the constant and
rhythmic sound of the resperated breathing coming from him. I can feel the
Darkside energies grow and intensify about me as he nears me, surrounding me
and filling me with its dark touch.

And then I sense and feel the man standing right behind me. I can feel his
eyes looking down upon me, burning me where he looks – and the feeling that
he can see right through me, see all that I was, am and could still be.

Then instantly I gasp with fright as I feel a large hand gently rest upon
the top of my head, but my fear subsides as I feel the healing power of the
Force pass through his hand and into my head, gradually numbing the pain and
sending it away.

As soon as the pain is utterly gone, I let out a sight of relief and
confusion. First he hurts me with the backlash when I attempted to discover
who and what he is mentally through the Force and now he had just taken the
pain away. But as I quickly attempt to slip from under his hand still upon
my head, I instantly feel large strong hands take hold of my shoulders, not
allowing me to escape.

"No!! Let me go!!" I cry out in rage and fear, fighting to break from the
man's unnaturally strong hands holding me by my shoulders, but all in vain,
for suddenly I find myself being lifted to my feet with great ease and
immediately I feel long strong arms about me, holding to me as the arms pull
me back against the man behind me.

His arms are like a vice, unbreakable and stronger than that of any
natural Force wielder. And finally realizing the futility of my fighting, I
fall silent and lean back against the tall hard body behind me.

Somehow, someway, this all seems …feels so familiar – like I know this
feeling. The tall strong man holding me against him, the way his arms are
about me, the way his body feels against mine…I do not understand, I am
confused and unable to find the answer as to why everything that I am tells
me that all this is so right.

"Who are you?" I whisper, the need to know who this man holding to me is
is far more important that the reason why I am here and how did I get here.
He remains silent, and the only sound I hear is the repetitious resperated
breathing behind me and just above my left ear, but his arms about me loosen
ever so slightly and move to place his large hands upon my stomach in a most
intimate way.

And then he finally speaks…

"I am Dark Lord of Sith, Darth Vader, and you my little Dark Jedi are
mine."

Part VII

>>And then he finally speaks…

"I am Dark Lord of Sith, Darth Vader, and you my little Dark Jedi are
mine." >>

Instantly upon hearing those words, the title I had never thought existed
since the Great War, I am filled with utter terror.

I cry out loud and begin to fight from Lord Vader's grasp with all that I
am and with the aid of the Force – but all in vain for his is too strong to
escape from. But the familiarity is all still here and it urks me to no end.

He holds tightly, but not too tight, to me as I let my entire body go
limp
in his arms, giving in totally to him, the darkness of him, about him and
within me. I lay my head back against him, closing my eyes with a sobbed
sigh and place my hands upon his arms about me.

Minutes pass like an eternity and finally he slips his arms from about me
and places his hands upon my shoulders and slowly turns me about. And
allowing moments to pass, I cautiously open my eyes and instantly I gasp
aloud as I look up upon the man before me – Lord Darth Vader, Dark Lord of
Sith.

Standing over me – taller than I, is a man dressed from head to toe in
total black – black leather covering his entire body, a square piece of
machinery upon his chest that has slow flashing lights, an armor chest plate
that has grey upward stripes, a black robe held securely under a belt with
more machinery, a long flowing black cape hangs over his broad shoulders and
last, is a black helmut with a terror striking mask hiding his face. And
last I see the lightsabre hanging upon a hook at his right hip. His entire
body is unseen, hidden in black and then there is the sound of the
resperated breathing – he cannot survive without it.

As I look up upon him, I find him a standing almost over a foot or so
taller than I…and I can feel his eyes look upon me through the black glassy
eyes of his mask. His eyes burn me – seemingly looking straight through me
as though I am as clear as the purest crystal.

"* Breathe. *" I hear a voice in my mind, and I suddenly realize that the
entire time I had been holding my breath and with a slow exhale, I turn my
eyes away from those of Lord Vader, making myself remember to breathe though
he takes my breath away.

"What do you want of me my Lord?" I question in a soft voice, not sure as
to how to speak to him, my eyes turned from him, looking off to my right,
afraid to look upon him again.

I then feel him release my left shoulder and feel his fingers grasp hold
of my chin and turning my attention back to him, I slowly raise my eyes back
up to his hidden ones.

"You Serina." Lord Vader speaks with a deep baritone voice that sends
shivers to run up and down my spine and the hairs on the back of my neck to
rise.

I am struck speechless, unable to think of any reason why he would want
me. And then he releases my chin and I feel the back of his fingers run up
my cheek and then his fingers slip into my hair and as he runs his fingers
through my hair, he moves his hand to the back of my head and then down over
my shoulders.

I shudder suddenly with his intimate touch – who would think a Sith Lord
would show such tenderness to anyone as Lord Vader does to me.

"I have missed you so Serina. I had thought you dead when you did not
return. I was filled with despair and great fear, thinking that I would
never see you again alive. It killed me." Lord Vader exclaims as he looks
down upon me, surprising me that he knows my name and that I had left on a
mission, though he did not state it as such.

"* How could he know my name and I have been out of circulation for a
while? It is as if he has known me all his life and I sense that in someway
I had known him – but how? Who is he really? *" I think with confusion and
unable to find any way that it could be possible.

"Yes, Serina, I do know who you are – better than anyone else could or
ever will." Lord Vader pauses for a moment then takes my hand in his. "Come
with me."

Confused, and before I can say anything, he turns and holding to my hand,
he leads me across the room to a closed door and pressing a series of keys
upon a pad beside the door, there is a soft buzz and then the door slides
slowly open before us.

With a gently squeeze of my hand in his and a soft tug, he leads me
through the door and into the room beyond. The circular room is dimly light
from light fixtures inset in the grey walls along the highly polished black
floor, and in the center of the high ceiling room is a large black chamber
of some kind that connects the ceiling to the floor and is pentagon in
shape.

Lord Vader leads me toward the chamber in the center of the room and
standing before it, and with the sudden hiss of releasing pressurized air
the chamber begins to separate in the center and the upper half begins to
rise into the ceiling.

Lord Vader waits and holds to my hand until the upper half of the chamber
stops rising and then he moves toward the chamber, pulling me along with
him. And stepping into the lower half of the chamber, he turns to me and
releasing my hand, he grasps hold of my waist and lifting me up off my feet
with ease, he sets me upon my feet before him within the chamber. And then,
with the slightest movement of his left hand, I look up and I find the lower
half of the chamber beginning to lower over us.

Instantly I begin to panic – terrified that I am with Lord Vader alone in
the chamber and that I am afraid of closed in spaces. I begin to tremble
before him and my breath becomes hard and worked - my terror all too
obvious.

Quickly, he wraps his long strong arms about me and pulls me up against
him and unknowingly, I wrap my arms about his waist, holding to him as the
upper half of the chamber closes in about us and with a hiss of
pressurization, we are totally alone within the chamber.

"Serina." I hear Lord Vader speak my name quietly and I can feel myself
begin to calm, my terror and fear dissipating as he holds to me – utilizing
the Force to calm my emotions.

Finally, I let out a loud long sigh, my nerves calmed, my terror gone and
I feel the Darkside all about me and with in me and Lord Vader's strong
noticeably muscular body against my smaller feminine one.

Slowly he begins to take a few steps back, holding me to hold as he does
so and slipping his arms from about me and from out of mine, he sits down in
a chair I had not noticed before and he places his hands upon my sides,
about my waist as I feel his hidden eyes looking me up and down before him.

"You wish to know who I truly am. Then I shall grant you your wish, but I
must warn you – be prepared for what you may see." Lord Vader suddenly
exclaims, reading my thoughts and knowing my great curiosity and wonder of
him.

He instantly pulls me closer to him, bringing me to stand between his
knees and taking my hands into his, he raises them up to his helmut and
placing my hands there, he places his hands back about my waist.

It is warm yet cold under my hands, and carefully, I hold to his helmut
and gently I begin to lift it from his head, a click of some unfastening
seal and it rises from his head. And under the helmut I find that his mask
is separate from his helmut, and covers the top of his head with
electronics.

"Continue." Lord Vader exclaims as I hesitate and placing my hands upon
the mask covering his face, I slowly, ever so carefully begin to lift it
from his head and I pull it forward from his face. And moving it from out of
my line of sight, I instantly drop it as I finally look upon the face of the
man behind the mask, the man called Darth Vader, Dark Lord of Sith.

I am filled with disbelief and confusion and terrible despair as I look
into his dark brown eyes and tears begin to slip from my eyes as I look upon
him.

"A-Anikan?"

Part IIX

>>"Continue." Lord Vader exclaims as I hesitate and placing my hands upon
>>the mask covering his face, I slowly, ever so carefully begin to lift it
>>from his head and I pull it forward from his face. And moving it from out
>>of my line of sight, I instantly drop it as I finally look upon the face
>>of the man behind the mask, the man called Darth Vader, Dark Lord of Sith.

I am filled with disbelief and confusion and terrible despair as I look
into his dark brown eyes and tears begin to slip from my eyes as I look upon
him.

"Anikan?">>

I look with wide eyes upon the face before me. I cannot believe what my
eyes see – terrible and painful beyond words.

"Yes…but I am not the man you once knew." Anikan – Lord Darth Vader
exclaims as he looks at me, seeing my wide eyes, the pain and terrible
despair and disbelief in them.

Carefully, I raise my right hand and cautiously, I move to touch the top
of his now hairless head with my fingertips. He closes his dark eyes, and
lets out a sigh as I carefully touch him and run my fingertips only inches
away from a nasty healed and scared gash looking wound upon his head and
down along the left side of his face. I run my fingers over his cheek and
along his cheekbone to his lips.

With a deep sigh, he lets my fingertips fun over his still soft lips. I
can feel his lips twitch and tremble ever so slightly under my touch. I can
feel his lips dare to kiss but he denies himself the pleasure.

I suddenly fall to my knees before him, between his knees, unable to
comprehend what my eyes see and my senses tell me. Tears continue to slip
from my eyes as I look upon Anakin – Lord Vader, my heart breaking. And
unable to look upon him any longer, I lean forward against him, feeling his
arms wrap about me, holding me to him as I softly sob against him.

He holds me in silence for what seem like forever and finally he gently
grasps hold of my shoulders and raises me up from him.

"Serina, look at me. Many things happened in your absence – many things
that no one can change. Soon, you will know all that has taken place and you
will understand." Lord Vader explains, holding my eyes to his, feeling his
mind touch my own and caress me in a way unlike any other. "But for now,
there is just you and I and nothing will ever take you away from me
again…Serina…my beloved one."

And feeling my inside instantly begin to tremble and my heart thrum in my
chest and ears, he slowly leans forward toward me and before I know it, I
feel his lips against mine – leaning forward in a way that the mask part
just under his chin is out of the way.

I hold my breath, unsure as to what to do, my eyes wide at first with
disbelief, but slowly, I let myself savor the feel of his lips against mine
and I begin to remember the fantasies I use to have about how Anakin's kiss
would be. But Anakin is Anakin no longer – he is Darth Vader, Dark Lord of
Sith.

Our passions rise and suddenly with a gasp for much needed breath, Lord
Vader pulls back, and releasing my shoulders, he begins to remove the chin
part of his mask. With a little work, he places the armor like mask piece
upon the consul to his right and looks to me once again. I can almost see a
smile dare to play on his lips as he looks upon me and it brings me a little
ease to my uneasiness in his presence.

He unfastens the clasp holding the chain secure to his cape and allows his
cape to fall about his, revealing the armor of his chest and upon his
shoulders, his eyes never breaking from mine the entire time.

Instantly I realize his intentions as I gasp suddenly as I feel a pressure
up inside me grow and fill me, and in my mind, he shows me images most
erotic and very arousing. I close my eyes, my mouth open slightly, my breath
coming in short gasps as I feel the pressure begin to move within me and in
my mind, I see images of him moving between my legs as I lie upon the bed I
had found myself sleeping upon when I woke.

As he uses the abilities of the Force to arouse and stimulate his once
thought lost beloved, he carefully begins to remove the armor from about his
shoulders, watching Serina with great interest and pleasure at seeing the
expression upon her beautiful face. The way her hands flex as they lie upon
his thighs. The way her body sways and her hips move as he moves the Force
created pressure within her body. The soft gasps that she attempts to keep
silent but venially.

He then begins to remove the black robe from over his shoulders, undoing
his belt to slip the robe from about him. Setting his belt upon the consul
beside the mask piece, he carefully removes his gloves and the first thing
he does is touch her trembling bottom lip with the fingertips of his left
hand. And as if on instinct, she immediately closes her lips and kisses his
fingertips softly and sensually.

He lets out a sigh, most enjoying the feel of how her kissing lips feel
under his fingers. He can hear the call of her heart – like a siren luring
unsuspecting prey into her lair. He can feel her love for him and he hears
in her mind she speaks it over and over again and he can feel it emanate
from her like smoke from a flame.

"Serina." He whispers ever so softly in his deep voice, feeling his body
reacting already to her. He can feel her burn him through the fabric of his
clothing where her hands lie upon his thighs, and feel the burn of her
insides as he continues the movement of the pressure within her now highly
aroused body. He can see her nipples are hard, showing through the soft
fabric of her nightgown he had bought for her long ago as a gift, but he
never had the courage to give it to her.

"Serina." He whispers again and slowly, he sees her eyes appear through
the slit between her fluttering lashes, looking upon him, but unseeing.

"Serina, come to me." He whispers as he finally but slowly lessens the
moving pressure inside her now burning body and she lets out a sigh of
relief and displeasure to feel the sensations inside her go away.

I can finally open my eyes more and blushing suddenly before An-Lord
Vader, I quickly move my eyes from him with nervousness and embarrassment.
But I feel his fingers grasp hold of my chin and turning my attention back
to him, I turn my eyes back to him and I find that I cannot break my eyes
from his, and that for some reason I do not want to.

"Come to me." Lord Vader says again as he releases my chin and lets his
fingertips graze the skin of my right arm, instantly sending goosebumps to
appear upon my skin. And heeding his request, I slowly stand to my feet and
I move closer to him, raising my legs to sit upon his lap, and I am then
sitting upon his thighs, my legs about him as best as I can get them.

Placing his hands upon my waist, he looks into my eyes as he raises his
hips just a little under me, making my catch my breath as I feel him rub
against my swollen nub up between my legs. He raises his hips again and I
moan as I rise with him. And again. And again. He hears my whimper and feels
the need and growing wildfire burning inside me.

I glance to the strap of my nightgown upon my right shoulder and raising
my hand to it, I slip the strap slowly over my shoulder and down my arm. I
then turn to my left and I slowly slip the strap down my left shoulder, and
shrugging, the top of the nightgown slips over my breasts to about my waist
and over Lord Vader's hands holding to me.

I then turn my eyes back to Lord Vader and I see them filled with desire
and lust and great need of me. And they then break from mine and lower to
look upon my now exposed bare breasts before him.

"* Touch me. *" I speak to him through the Force, wanting to feel him
touch my breasts for the first time, to feel what I have so wanted to feel
for a long time…too long. And without another word, he leans forward and
closing my eyes, I shiver instantly as I feel the blast of his breath
against the skin of my chest.

I can almost feel him touch my skin, he touching to fine hairs upon my
skin he is so close…and then, I let out a gasp as I feel the tip of his hot
slick tongue flick the hard nipple of my left breast. Then I gasp again as
he does the same to the nipple upon my right breast.

I place my hands upon his muscular broad shoulders as I await the touch of
his lips against me and his mouth take in the whole colored center of my
breast.

Then as if feeling my anticipation, he softly kisses my left breast with
small, tender butterfly kisses, trailing his kisses about my breast to my
hard nipple and then…I shudder with a gasp of delight, pleasure and
sensation as I feel his lips encircle about my nipple and the tip of his
tongue begin to swirl about then flick my nipple in his mouth as I feel him
begin to suckle upon my breast in his mouth.

I moan with utter pleasure. I have never felt sensations such as this and
I have always wanted it to be Anakin to be the one – my first in
everything…and now, I have my wish – and then some.

~ To be continued in Part XI ~