Revan is female
From Create Your Own Story
It was hard to tell from just their hair and clothing, but as you peer in and get a better look at their face, you can see that the mysterious force user standing before you is a woman. A tiny hint of a smile crosses your face, as, at the very least, you're glad the Jedi didn't send some obnoxious, headstrong man to tell you what to do.
"Who are you?" she asks suddenly, lowering her blade to the side and tilting her head ever so slightly. She looks curious, strangely captivated and almost fascinated by the sight of you. Your momentary calm is washed away by sweeping rage, as her vacant expression and strangely innocent mannerisms are so very out of place for a mercenary, and also rather uncommon within the Jedi order as a whole.
"I am Juhani, and this is my grove," you grimace, still clutching your side in pain. "This is the place of my dark power. This is the place you have invaded. When I embraced the dark side, this is where I sought my solace. It is MINE!"
"You embraced the dark side?" she states quietly, unperturbed by your angry tone, but also lifting her eyebrows in surprise. "Why?"
You stare at her almost incredulously, before narrowing your eyes in annoyance. She didn't speak as if her question was a judgement, nor did she have the sneering, snobby tone that some of the older Jedi often adopt, but the question still infuriates you.
"When I slew my master, Quatra, I knew I could never go back," you answer angrily. "And now I revel in my dark power. Power enough to crush the life from someone such as you... or so I had thought..." She doesn't say anything; she's still looking at you rather plainly, without a hint of judgement or disapproval; silently contemplating how to respond.
"You slew Quatra, your master?" she asks finally.
"Yes, I struck her down in the middle of training, consumed by my anger, embracing the power of hate!" you snap. "But... it was not enough..." You lower your gaze, silently cursing yourself for your failure. Your anger isn't focused enough anymore, not with her here. You sigh, shaking your head in dismay; you can't make sense of her at all. She's just so confounding, so mysterious, so... enthralling?
"What is it you want? Why do you bother me?"
"I just want to talk," she says calmly, putting her hands up in a display of peace.
"Talk?!" you sputter, now in utter disbelief. "You, who have beaten me so easily, just want to talk? I do not believe it. Kill me now, while you still have the power." She frowns slightly, seemingly puzzled by your reaction. A little twinge of sadness crosses her face, as if simply learning of your suffering makes her sad too.
"I have no desire to kill you, Juhani," she answers worriedly, looking almost scared at the mere thought of you dying.
"You... you do not?" It baffles you to think that someone so captivating, so tantalizingly real could be so shrouded and naive. Unable to fully understand their guarded, distant sense of benevolent emotion, you feel an overwhelming sense of failure and worthlessness.
"I am pathetic." You shake your head in dismay. "I sit here and think myself to be great by embracing the dark side, but I am nothing! There is no way I could be turned back. I always thought they held me back, were jealous of my power. But it was only because I was not good enough to meet their standards... I never have been."
"Come now, Juhani. You are a beautiful young woman who has much talent."
A slight blush crosses your face, as their genuine kindness catches you off guard. Slowly glancing up, you find yourself suddenly flushed and more than a little nervous at the sight of them.
"I thank you for your kind words, Jedi. You seem to know just what affects me..."
She smiles at you, her face glowing with warmth and genuine, sweet kindness that you can't help but feel reassured by. She takes a cautious step forward, setting their lightsaber down on the ground and approaching you now solely as a friend. Perhaps more...
As the two of you draw nearer, you find your face getting more and more heated. Her presence, rather than being an annoyance like it had been moments prior, is now utterly intoxicating. You can't take your eyes of her; before you stands this gorgeous, confounding woman who seems to be both everything and nothing all wrapped in one. Nothing else registers to you. On either side of her, her companions remain frozen in place, guarded behind the lingering effects of your force hold, but they might as well be completely invisible.
Sensing the building tension, she rushes in and kisses you. You stagger backwards, surprised and more than a little taken aback by her forwardness. Your blade clangs to the ground without a thought, as you slowly lean in and accept your savior's electric, exhilarating affection. Your body aches, now consumed with long-repressed lust and begging for release. Finally drawing back from your fiery embrace, she eyes you like no one you've ever seen before. Whoever this woman is, she's clearly not following the Jedi teachings of detachment and emotional numbness entirely to heart; there's a defiant, passionate spirit to her that's now making your mind go wild, and, perhaps more concerning, making you wet. God, where do I go from here...
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| Juhani |
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| Knights of the Old Republic
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