"Austin," one Master begins, his voice filled with skepticism. "How do we know you're not simply being manipulated?" Another adds, "Revan's history speaks for itself; how can we trust him after all that he has done?" You stand tall, refusing to back down in the face of their scrutiny. "I trust Revan," you say firmly. "And I know that together, we can bring balance to the Force."

"I understand your reservations, Masters," Revan says calmly, his voice steady and assured. "But I assure you, my intentions are true."

Karsa Orlong looks at you sharply at your question. "These Ashes hold immense power," he says tightly. "Power that could be used by either the Jedi or the Sith." He pauses, considering whether or not to trust you. "The Sith want it because it contains knowledge that could lead us down a darker path; the Jedi wish to keep it out of our hands."

"The Sith have been experimenting with these Ashes for centuries, seeking to unlock their true potential through dark rituals and sacrifices. If we have them, they might break free from our control. The Jedi see this as an opportunity to manipulate both sides against each other, thus gaining the upper hand in future conflicts."

This mission has been fraught with danger and unforeseen complications. But there's something else we need to consider.

"Oh fuck yes!" she gasps, arching her back even further. "Your cock feels so good inside me..." Her nails dig into your shoulders as she rides you harder, her breath coming in ragged pants as the pleasure builds within her once more. She's close again...so very close...

"Yes! Yes!" she cries out, her entire body shuddering as she comes once more, her inner muscles clamping down on you like a vise. Your seed spills into her womb, joining with the remainder of your previous deposit and ensuring her fertility for yet another month. She collapses onto your chest, panting heavily as waves of satisfaction wash over her.

"You're amazing," she whispers, leaning in to kiss you tenderly. "Truly incredible."

Your OG-9 homing spider droid has a pair of small laser cannons mounted on its "head." They are not particularly powerful weapons, but they can still cause damage to nearby targets if you manage to hit them accurately. However, your main role is not as an offensive unit; rather, you serve best by supporting the Republic forces through reconnaissance and providing defensive cover with your agility and durability.

As the battle rages on, you find yourself caught in the crossfire several times but manage to dodge and weave your way out of harm's way thanks to your nimble movements and advanced sensors. Your loyalty to the Republic is unwavering, and you continue to follow orders and assist where needed. Eventually, after hours of intense fighting, the CIS forces are routed and the Republic emerges victorious.

"I must confess," he said after a moment's pause, "I wasn't entirely convinced at first that Anikan could truly be redeemed. But you have always believed in him, and your faith has given me hope." He glanced over at her, his expression solemn but gentle. "Your role in this mission is not just to protect Anikan; it's also to help guide him back to the light if he falters."

Hazie nodded, her gaze fixed on the path ahead. "I understand my duty,"

Her tone was solemn but resolute as she replied, "And I will not fail him or the Council." They continued their journey in silence, each lost in their own thoughts and preparations for what lay ahead. As they exited the Temple and stepped out into the bright sunlight of Coruscant's capital city, Hazie couldn't shake the feeling that this mission would be unlike any other she had embarked upon before. But she was ready; she would do whatever it took to ensure their success.

Harry takes advantage of this opportunity, lifting her chin gently with his other hand so that she has no choice but to meet his gaze. His eyes are filled with desire as he watches her reaction to the warm stream of urine hitting her face and body. He continues to stroke himself slowly, enjoying the sight and feel of her wetness.

"There's a good girl," he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. "Now, why don't you return the favor?"

Iben looks confused for a moment but then does as she's told, pinching Harry's nipples roughly between her fingers. He groans loudly at the sensation, his hips bucking involuntarily. As she continues to pinch and twist his nipples, he leans in closer, pressing their bodies together. "Ah... yes," he breathes heavily. "That feels... incredible."