tfw no sith gf

>trudging through the muk on Taris
>fetid standing water, rhakghouls and their victims
>Lana doesn't complain, so you don't either
>kill 100 rakhghouls and complete what you came here to do, get back to the ship
>notice Lana has a claw gash on her shoulder that she was trying to hide from you
>tell her you should look at it, since you're a Consular
>she says no, the Force will sustain her
>as true as that may be, there's no reason for her to go it alone, you can make it easier
>she says no, and that enduring hardships makes you stronger
>sometimes you forget she's a sith
>tell her that your relationship makes you both stronger, and that together you are greater than the sum of its parts and stronger than either of you could be alone
>she realizes you're right, and shows you her shoulder
>her robe is hanging low on her back and chest, but you don't look because your waifu is hurt and your mind is focused
>you both sit quietly for a moment, your hands glowing a bit over the injured area
>when the wound closes after a moment, you rub it a bit to make sure bloodflow is adequate and everything went back together properly
>she exhales and relaxes her shoulders a bit when you rub the injured area
>not in pain, but in what looks like relaxation
>you realize you've almost never seen her actually relaxed
>you decide to keep going
>you start massaging around the injured area, but then slowly outward to her shoulder and back
>she closes her eyes and leans back a bit, towards you
>you've now reached her upper shoulders, a hand on each one, and are rubbing and squeezing and working knots out of her muscles
>you can't help but notice there is a ton of tension in her back and body
>her job probably involves constantly watching her back, other sith probably don't like her, both because of envy and because of her moderate views
>realize she may have realistically never had a back massage in her life, or at least not from someone she could fully trust

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>a couple days later
>events on Iokath were stressful, but you guys made it out
>next evening, back home on Odessan
>give everyone some time off, everyone still recovering in the ways they know how
>Gault is in the cantina swindling people out of hundreds of credits, until Hylo shows up and starts cleaning him out in return
>Blizz is standing in a circle with other Jawas in the hangar, excitedly talking and quipping back and forth with each other, which worries you a bit so you tell Beywan to make sure no parts "gets lost" from any of the ships in the hangar
>Torian is cleaning his guns, and actually seems the same as he always is
>You notice Lana is nowhere to be found
>after looking around for her in her usual haunts, like the CIC, and not finding her, you decide to check your room
>Sure enough, she's sitting cross-legged on her bed, eyes closed and face serene
>"Good evening, Commander" she says, without opening her eyes
>"Hello Lana, enjoying your R&R?"
>"I've never been one for idle time" she replies, flatly
>Ohh, there must be something you like to do. Something that's not work related, that you simply enjoy?"
>"I enjoy my work. I work and then I work more. A job well done is what I simply enjoy"
>"You know what they say about all work and no play..."
>"I do. But Directors of Sith Intelligence are exceptions to many platitudes"
>"I have something in mind, if you'll humor me?"
>"Of course, Commander"
>"I told you, please don't call me that. At least not when it's just us"
>"But it's cute when you get embarrassed"
>so she does have a sense of humor....
>you leave the room together, and she follows you through the hangar to the forest below the Alliance base. not far from your showdown with Volkorion actually
>as you navigate through the trees, ducking below branches and around the foliage, she asks you if you found something out here, and if we should alert Ogorubb first
>"not exactly"
>as you speak, your destination comes into view


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>a bright red square sits in the middle of a bright green grassy field
>as you approach, you both recognize that the red square is a blanket, laid out on the grass, next to a large wooden box
>right where you left it all
>"What is all this? Who put it here?" Lana asks, looking around at the treeline, that starts about 50 meters from where the blanket is and forms a circle around the little clearing
>the picnic clearing, if things go according to plan
>"who knows? It could have even been the Force. I guess we'll never know" you say as the wooden box's lid gives a creak as you open it
>from inside, you take out the two chilled glasses and the bottle of Corellian Ale you got Hylo to smuggle to you
>it cost half your annual pay, but apparently it's the only bottle of its kind, and some fancy Corellian vintner who died famous in the right circles made it
>Hylo suggested it when you asked...
"Are you serious...."
>"what?" you ask, suddenly worried she'll think this is all silly or childish
>why did you think someone as serious and no-nonsense as Lana would enjoy this
>she's going to think I'm dumb
>fuck, why can't the Force rewind time
>I wish I had just let her meditate
>why do I always do this
>I'm not cut out for this
>dating is harder than fighting millennia old Sith
>let me just fight Rancors or something
>hopefully one attacks right now and gets me out of this
>hopefully I'll get a quick death
>"I love it" she says, taking one of the glasses from your hand and holding it tipped forward for you to pour the supposedly fancy wine into it; "This is great Commander, let's enjoy it"
>you manage to shove the spaghetti back into your pants and manage to pour her a glass, despite your slightly trembling hands
>you've handled being force choked better
>hell, Volkorion babbling on inside your head wasn't even this stressful
>as she takes a seat on the blanket and takes a sip of the wine, her face brightens up a bit
>"oh! This was my mother's drink of choice. I had it often, when she was still alive. She would always grab a bottle from the vendor on her way home, and the three of us would share it that evening. How did you know?"
>You were going to have a word with Hylo later....
>"A lucky guess..."


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>a sith lord is acting against the Alliance, took some science teams/explorers hostage
>normally just send a diplomat, the command personnel not even involved
>but this one demands to only meet with Lana Beniko
>apparently, he knew her on Dromund Kas and has a vested interest
>he says to not bring any Alliance personnel or guards
>hasn't killed anyone, so hopefully this is just some Dromund Kas politics ploy to get to Lana
>but that's hardly reassuring, considering how Sith are always trying to kill each other
>she decides to go, since we can't just leave those people
>but she can't go alone obviously, that's foolish
>you, Lana, Theron, and Hylo working on a plan
>Theron naturally suggests various listening devices and covert agents trailing her in the city and things to that effect
>Lana says that would be expected and found out
>after a while of planning, every idea is not good enough
>finally, the thus-far quiet Hylo chimes in
>"Don't you Sith have slaves with you a lot? You know, carry your baggage, open the door, pour your drinks, those sorts of things?"
>"Well, some Sith choose to partake in those practices, yes" Lana stammers, unsure
>"Welllll? Why doesn't the Commander just pose as your personal slave? That gets her into the meeting without suspicion, and we get to see her in one of those cute dancer outfits"
>You and Lana both blush and avoid each other's gaze
>"I...suppose that might work" Lana says hesitantly, but then quickly adds "If the Commander is ok with it, of course"
>"Of course Lana, you're the one who knows if this would work or not." you say, seriously
>"Great!" Hylo beams with a smile, "It's settled then. I happen to have an outfit you can borrow!"
>"Do I want to ask how that is?" Theron asks, sarcasm unmistakable
>"Hey, you never know when you're going to need to steal from a lazy Hutt and need a way in!" she says, on her way out the door
>"There is one part of this plan you might not like, Commander..." Lana says with hesitation


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    >dating the Director of Imperial intelligence
    >waiting for her to get out of the shower so you can meet your reservations at a fancy restaurant on Dromund Kaas
    >her terminal is still on
    >decide to take a peek
    >find some work files
    >dossiers on all your Jedi council friends
    >pretty detailed, all the way down to what they eat for dinner and when they wake up and stuff like that
    >find your file
    >same sorts of things, where and when you were born, when you joined the jedi order, some of your missions you've been on, all pretty accurate
    >she's wrong about your favorite color though
    >last line in your profile is "pretty cute, for a Jedi"


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A quiet evening at Alliance command on Oddessan. After a night celebrating the Alliance victory over Volkorion, the music has died down and most Alliance personnel have gone to bed. Gault was one of the last awake, having gotten into an extensive series of games with Hylo. Not accustomed to losing, he lost more and more over the course of the evening, refusing to accept his losses, until he finally fell asleep at the table. An empty bottle and an empty cred stick his only companions.

But now all is still, and only a few sentries stand at their posts throughout the base.

Suddenly, the incoming unknown fleet warning klaxon blares, and Gault awakens with a start. With no idea who could be incoming to Odessan after the seizing of the Eternal Fleet, he throws his jacket on and rushes towards the command room.

Along the way, ducking and weaving through Alliance personnel rushing to their assigned stations, he meets up with Koth and Senya who are heading to the same destination. The commander's quarters are on the way, so they'll meet up and continue on.

But when they reach the Commander's quarters, they are empty. No sign of anyone, no sign of anyone having slept there, and no signs of someone having hastily left during the alarm.

Theran steps up behind them, seemingly having had the same idea to meet up with the commander. "Well, I hope the alarm doesn't have anything to do with the missing commander" he says, as the quartet turn to head towards the command room. "Let's grab Lana and then figure out where the commander is".

When they reach Lana's quarters, the door is closed. Normally, Lana is seemingly preternaturally ready for crises and events like this. It's very unusual for her to be slow on the draw to being ready. In fact, she's normally the one waiting for everyone else to get to the command center. But as they open the door, the answer to where the Commander is, and the question to why Lana isn't ready are answered simultaneously.

When the door opens, the Alliance command personnel are relieved to see both Lana and the Commander alive and well. The other details of the scene, however, are less than reassuring.

The apparent cause of delay was wardrobe malfunctions. As the door hisses open, Lana is in the midst of unlacing a black corset, a time consuming process. She looks taller than usual, which is quickly explained by the 6-inch heels on her feet. The black lacy stockings and long black opera gloves finishing off the ensemble. The commander is equally inappropriately dressed, wearing a dancer outfit like the dancers on the holos wear. Her delay seems to be related to the metal collar and chain around her neck, the lock of which seems to be jammed or stuck in some way, her facial expression seemingly one of annoyance as she fiddles with the key. As the door opens, both of them spin around in surprise, their facial expressions changing to a deer in the headlights look. "Oh shit" the Commander says quietly.

Around this time, the alarm klaxon ceases. The PA crackles on briefly, simply saying "False alarm folks, sorry about that. Technical issues. Return to rest ready duties".

All 6 people in the room are standing completely still, staring at each other, and not knowing what to say. To say the scene was awkward would be an understatement. The Commander's face turns bright red, and she eventually jumps off to the side into the bathroom. "Sorry guys! Be with you in a minute!", as if things were normal. Lana methodologically folds the article of clothing she was holding onto the bed, and politely says in a voice that betrays none of her embarrassment "Hello everyone. If you could excuse us for a moment...". The rest of the Alliance command personnel break out of their shock induced stupor and quickly apologize and step out of the room and close the door.




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    >married to Lana for a few years
    >love her with all your heart
    >absolutely devoted to making these years the best of her life
    >always do nice things for her, help her with her work, give her back rubs when she's stressed, listen to her vent about stupid sith, generally be a very compassionate, considerate, and loving partner for her
    >meditate with her and grow in the force together, establishing the strongest force bond to ever exist
    >she smiles and laughs a lot more these days
    >when you first met she was a bit serious and work driven, but now she loves the walks you take together and the fancy romantic dinners you set up for her
    >this goes on for a few years
    >then one day, unexpectedly, you wake up and you are met with her beautiful blue eyes


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    >married to Lana for several years
    >your force bond grows ever stronger over these years
    >it's gotten to the point where you can feel the emotions the other feels
    >you get butterflies in your stomach when you see her because you're so in love
    >she giggles when she feels it through your bond
    >she laughs and teases you over the fact that you're still so nervous and excited just being around her even after all these years, but she secretly thinks it's sweet


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    >One quiet evening, at Republic Military Command on Courascant...
    >"Sir, the Bar'sen'thor appears to have joined the Empire!"
    >"What? That doesn't make any sense...why save the republic and the Jedi Order a dozen times over, just to defect?"
    >"I don't know sir, but she's not exactly being subtle about it. Reports indicate that she and that Imperial Intelligence agent she spends so much time with have been touring around the Empire, visiting...uh what appear to be vacation spots, sir?"
    >"What? There must be a mistake. She's a hostage, or she's being coerced!"
    >"Apparently sir, they had a very public wedding ceremony a few days ago...Master Shan of the Jedi Order and one of our agents, Theron Shan, were in attendance"
    >"Why am I only hearing about this now?!"
    >"Well, apparently they didn't attend as infiltrators....but as guests"
    >"Well call the Bar'sen'thor on the holo, I want to hear it from her directly!"
    >"right away sir....she picked up. Line's open Sir"
    >"What are you doing in Imperial territory?! I've been told you've defected!?"
    >The young woman on the other end of the call looks surprised, then laughs slightly,
    >"Oh goodness no, I'm still friends with you guys. I just have friends here too. Lana thought it would be a good idea to spend some time where she grew up. You know, introduce me to her old friends and stuff. I won't be gone long!"
    >A second woman comes into view of the holoprojector, puts her arm around the woman to whom the SIS Director was speaking, and begins to drag her away off screen
    >"I promise I'll call soon!" she says, half out of view, her voice trailing off as the call ends...

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>spending time with Lana on Dromund Kaas after your honeymoon
>fun days exploring the city, fun nights in her fancy apartment overlooking the rainy highrise buildings
>your presence is technically supposed to be a secret, since the Jedi and the Sith would both object to you being here, but only some basic considerations have been made, like fake names and passports
>one day, she comes home from work a bit early
>she seems to be in a bit of a rush, and says that some Sith from work are coming by
>"When?"
>"They're in the lobby"
>"Oh. I can try to escape, I've snuck past plenty of Sith in my day"
>"I'm sorry honey, but you're actually as clumsy as an oaf. Besides, they're likely in the elevator by now, so unless you want to scale the outside of the building, there's only one way, and that's into them"
>Ignoring the clumsy oaf comment, you look around for a plan. Even just a hiding place would be fine
>"They might be here a while, since they're from another department and we're going to be going over the plans for several joint operations for the near future. Might take all evening. So hiding under the table or some such might not be viable"
>"Well I'll just say I'm your cousin or something, and excuse myself to the other room"
>"Won't work, the Ministry knows my family history and my living relatives. They would know it's a lie. I do have a plan though, if you trust me"
>"Of course I do, Lana"
>"Ok, wait here"
>she steps into her bedroom for a few seconds, and you hear her rustling with what sounds like a suitcase
>When she emerges from the bedroom, she's holding a dancer's outfit like you've seen on the Hutt holorecordings for dancing advertisements
>"Uhh, what is that for Lana?"
>"It's your cover. Metaphorically and literally. You can pose as my slave that lives with me and serves me while I'm home. Lots of Sith have slaves, and it won't be noticed. You'll be out of sight and out of mind serving drinks while they're here."
>"I don't know about this Lana..."


>"Hurry! Put it on, they'll be here any minute!"
>You quickly undress from your loose comfortable robes, and stash them in the bedroom
>Naturally, the dancing outfit is quick and easy to put on, since it's basically bits of metal and cloth held together by strings
>Somehow, being naked in front of Lana was less embarassing than wearing this outfit
>Having grown up in the jedi order, anything involving sexuality or nudity is new and scary for you, and now suddenly you find yourself waering this of all things
>You faced down Rancors, ancient Sith lords, armies of Rhakghouls; and yet being intimate with Lana over these last few months has been one of the most frightening endeavors of your life
>Not that you regret any of it, of course
>As you finish dressing, Lana takes just a second to look you over
>"Wow, better than I imagined"
>"Hey! What doese that supposed to mean!"
>"I mean it as a comliment love. But wait, there's one more thing. You know, to make it convincing" she says, with a hint of nervousness, or perhaps excitment, that is very uncharacteristic for the normally very urbane Sith
>She steps very briefly into the bedroom, and you hear a jewelry box open and close quickly
>She emerges with a golden metal band in her hands
>The color matches the metal of the outfit, so you assume it's an asseccory, but it's far too thick and heavy looking to be a necklace, perhaps it's a garter of some sort...
>Your thoughts are interrupted by Lana stepping over to you with a huge grin on her face
>"The finishing touch! Your collar!"
>"M-my what?"
>"Your slave collar! It signifies that you are my property! You know, to fool our guests, of course..."
>She's oddly enthusiastic about this, and she has a huge, suspiciously huge, grin on her face

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>A rainy night on Dromund Kaas
>one can barely see 20 meters the rain is so heavy
>thunder and lightning in the distance
>A lone robed figure walking on the sidewalk towards a big tall building
>wearing a black robe and hood so one  could not see the individual or what else they were wearing
>the figure arrives at the door and gives the gate guard a letter with an imperial seal on it, but says nothing
>the guard reads the note, and opens the gate without a word
>the lobby is red carpet and black furniture, with obsidian walls with alternating red and white lights for a dark atmosphere
>the robed figure enters the elevator and pushes the top floor button
>looking out at the lightning and rain outside as the elevator rises, the rocks and cliffs around the city edges are only barely visible in the weather
>the elevator stops, and the doors open into a long dark hallway
>darker than the lobby, the corners of the hall are in shadow and the floor is obsidian accented with red carpet
>black statues on either side all the way down the hall
>but the robed figure seems to know where to go, and follows the hall to the end, stopping at a large door
>the oversized cloak stops waving behind them as they stop at the door
>A press on the door's control panel, but no response
>a second passes, then another, and the door opens
>the robed figure silently walks inside
>This room is brighter, with a red carpet and the same alternating red and white lights and black furniture as the lobby
>a large obsidian desk sits by a window that spans the entire back wall
>the robed figure walks to the middle of the room, still roughly 10 meters away from the desk at the end of the large open room
>Lana Beniko swivels her chair around from looking out at the rain
>the robed figure lays their hood back to reveal the Barsen'thor of the Jedi Order
>Neither woman says a word, but they both smile to each other
>The Barsen'thor lets the cloak fall the rest of the way off, to rest in a pile around her feet
>The red and white lights circling the perimeter of the large room cast a glint on the gold bikini the Barsen'thor wears, complete with dark purple cloth and a shiny metal collar and several inches of chain hanging from her neck
>With a smile, she begins to emulate the dancers on the holovids she studied for this event
>The Director of Imperial Intelligence sits back in her chair to enjoy the show


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>There's a spy in the Alliance
>everyone is suspicious of each other
>for the past few days, people have been socializing less and sharing their work less
>Lana's and Theran's agents have been monitoring communications, which is awkward since a lot of outgoing transmissions are personal messages to off-world family
>no one is above suspicion, not even the Commander or her colleagues
>Having some trouble sleeping, Hylo Viaz finds herself taking a walk around the base
>Out of the corner of her eye, she catches a figure moving through one of the side hallways
>In the darkness, she barely recognizes the Commander herself
>Normally she would catch up to her and say hello, but given the circumstance of seeing her out at night during a spy scare, she decides to wait until she sees what the Commander is up to
>She hates being suspicious of her friends, but "better safe than sorry" has saved her more than once in her life
>That, and the fact that the Commander is wearing a dark jacket and seems to be nervously looking around a lot
>Sure enough, after just a few minutes of following her, the Commander enters one of the less busy sections of the base that has areas still under construction
>It makes no sense to be here
>The Commander stops suddenly, and looks around a bit
>Hylo hides behind some crates about 20 meters behind, still able to see
>Another figure wearing a dark jacket emerges from some nearby shadows
>When the new figure lowers their hood, she can see it's one of the Commander's colleagues, Lana Beniko
>Hylo knows that Lana used to be director of Imperial Intelligence
>Why is the commander meeting with an Imperial spy in the middle of the night in a dark corner of the base?!
>Hylo's heart rate increases as her mind starts thinking of how people can even go about accusing the Commander herself, and what she can even do about this
>Who would believe her? Everyone likes the Commander and they're one of the last people on the list of suspicions, even though everyone is technically on it
>but just as she is lost in these thoughts, the Commander and Lana lean into each other and kiss
>What
>they're still at it, this kiss is clearing more than a greeting
>Hylo is frozen, just watching them
>after some seconds, Lana steps forward, still locked in a kiss, and the Commander finds herself bumped into a wall
>Lana presses her body up against the Commander's, squeezing her between herself and the wall
>This isn't a normal spy meeting Hylo thinks to herself
>As the two of them continue kissing, Hylo realizes, with a sigh of relief, that this is a not a secret spy meeting, but rather a secret lover's tryst
>she backs away from her hiding spot, turning to leave and give the couple some privacy
>Well, she didn't find the spy, she thinks to herself, but at least she gained something to tease the Commander about later