"… What do you want from me, Skywalker?"
Depa Billaba's words hang in the air between them for a moment as she stares up at him with a newfound concern… but also some small amount of anticipation. Now that she's figured out Vader orchestrated all of this, she's afraid to know exactly what his plan was. She's afraid of what he'll ask of her.
… Perhaps she should be.
Smiling thinly, Vader shakes his head.
"It's not about what I want from you, Master Depa. It's about what I want for you… and more than that, what I want for the rest of the galaxy as well."
The dark-skinned Jedi Master's brow furrows in confusion, her Force Presence roiling in agitation and uncertainty.
"And what exactly does that mean?"
"Simple. You've already had your eyes partially opened to the truth. It's time to open them the rest of the way, Master. This war… is a farce."
Depa flinches back as though he slapped her and Vader knows he's voicing something she herself has thought at least once or twice since the Clone Wars began.
"Mass Produced Battle Droids on one side. Clones, little better than slaves, on the other. And what does the Jedi Order do? We let ourselves be dragged down into the muck. We let ourselves be turned into Generals and Commanders."
The Fallen Jedi's hands curl into fists in her lap, shaking slightly. Vader continues on with a small smile.
"Oh… but we don't go far enough, do we? Even as we allow ourselves to be chained down, even as we accept these collars and shackles without so much as one word of complaint… we don't allow ourselves to be what we truly need to become if we are to survive."
Her brow furrows, the question clear in her eyes. What do they truly need to become to survive? Vader answers her.
"Warriors."
A shudder runs down Depa's spine and he can feel her acceptance through the Force. He's right and she knows he's right. Vader's smile grows slightly as he slowly begins to circle her kneeling form. At this point, he knows she's not going to make another attempt on her own life. He has her attention now.
"The Jedi Order was an army before. Jedi Generals existed long ago, before the Ruusan Reformations. And yet… the Order set that aside to become something else… something weaker."
Depa finally breaks her silence to protest, though her voice is weak even as she tries to argue with him.
"The Jedi Generals of long ago did not call upon the Dark Side though, Skywalker. Even those Light Side Warriors would have looked upon a pitiful fallen wretch like me with nothing but disdain and disgust…"
Stopping behind Depa, Vader places his hands on her shoulders, making her freeze in place. After a moment though, she relaxes into his touch as he subtly circulates the Dark Side through both her Force Presence and her physical body. All the aches and soreness, the mild pain from the light burns he applied with his saber… it fades in moments as she lets out an involuntary groan of enjoyment.
"You're right. The Jedi Generals of old could call upon the Light Side to do battle. And we are lesser for having lost everything they could have taught us. The truth is… the Light Side has grown as weak as the Jedi Order in the last one thousand years. And not by accident either. The Sith have been in hiding all these centuries, weakening us from the shadows."
Dropping into a crouch, Vader has his mouth right next to Depa's ear as he speaks the next part in a harsh whisper.
"If we are to survive the coming storms, if we are to be the warriors we need to be… we must fight fire with fire, Depa. We must be willing to accept that the Light and the Jedi Order have failed us. The only way we're going to be able to defeat the Sith at this point… is through the Dark Side."
Another shudder runs through her body, the Fallen Master trembling under his touch and the sound of his voice.
"Even… even you have Fallen then, Skywalker?"
Vader hums at that. He'd made sure to keep any hints of Dark hidden when he'd had her check to see how he'd shielded the room during her little outburst. And even now, he's kept his Force Presence impressively neutral given just how deep in the Dark he truly was. However… Depa didn't need to know exactly what he was just yet. She didn't need to know he was Sith and she wasn't ready to join him. Much like Shaak Ti, it was better to keep her in the dark a little bit longer.
With that in mind, Vader reaches within himself and do something that probably should have been impossible. He is a creature of the Dark Side and has been for decades… but before he came back in time, Anakin Skywalker was still of the Light even if he'd already touched the Dark once or twice.
Focusing, Vader is able to pull a little bit on the Light Side for the first time since he'd died in the future and traveled back to this altered version of his universe. It's not exactly how one is supposed to go about it. The Light is supposed to be coaxed, to be cajoled and treated like a friend.
Vader seizes upon the weak, fluttering feeling of the brighter side of the Force, pushing hard as he brings his hands up and around, draping his arms over Depa's shoulders and showing her his upturned palms. In one hand, roiling darkness. In the other, a shining light.
"I am the Chosen One, Depa. I do not Fall. The Force answers my call regardless, no matter the side I wish to draw from."
Not entirely true, but good enough for these purposes. He can see Depa drinking in the sight hungrily, wanting what he has even if it will remain forever out of her reach. After a few seconds, Vader closes his hands, squeezing both metal and flesh and blood shut and dispelling the displays of power.
Then, he rises back to his full height and circles around again to stare down at the kneeling Jedi Master once more. She looks up at him with far less trepidation and wariness now. Instead he sees awe in her eyes… excitement even.
"You truly are the Chosen One…"
Finally he sees resolve start to build on her face. A determination to see this through, no matter what.
"… What would you have of me, Chosen One? What purpose can I serve?"
Vader smiles grimly.
"As I've said, this war is a farce. But it's too late for the Jedi Order to extricate itself from the situation, at least in it's current form. We must change. We must evolve. That is where you will come in. It is time to stop hiding from what you have become, Master Depa."
A flicker of fear returns to her eyes.
"You wish me to… expose myself?"
But Vader shakes his head.
"Revealing your Fallen nature outright would do no good as things currently stand. There might come a time when such a thing would be appropriate, but right now the Jedi High Council would merely lock you up or execute you outright. Neither of which is acceptable to me, obviously."
She nods along, showing that she's listening.
"No… you must embrace the Darkness. Use it without fear, without worry, and without concern. At the same time, you should begin probing your fellow Jedi. See if there are any others close to realizing the truth as you have. See if you cannot give them a light push over the edge and make them open their eyes."
Depa's breath hitches and Vader can tell she's imagining it… and that she likes the thought of it. He continues on with a knowing smirk.
"The Jedi Order has lost its honor as Peacekeepers and Mediators, Master Depa. At this point, the Sith have filled the galaxy with such Darkness that the Order can never regain that honor ever again. But that doesn't mean a new type of honor cannot be forged. The honor of a warrior, of a leader, of a fighter. The sort of honor that will allow you to avenge your sister and every other Jedi slain on the sands of Geonosis."
That last part gets her attention in a big way. Vader already had her hooked… but now he knows he's fully reeled her in at this point.
"We cannot bring that sort of honor to the Order alone. Even with all my power as the Chosen One, even with your strength at Vaapad. If we are going to change the Order within and help it survive this war, than we must have more allies. Do you understand, Depa?"
Slowly, the dark-skinned Jedi Master nods, her lips opening and then closing for a moment before her tongue traces out to wet them. Finally, she speaks.
"I… I understand. Thank you, Skywalker. Thank you for your instruction. Thank you for… for giving me purpose."
Vader hums. He's done what he came her to do. And he can feel deep within Depa that she won't turn on him. Her resolve is hardening by the second, her desire to make him proud and help him 'save' the Jedi Order firming up with each passing moment.
And he's not even lying about that part either. Palpatine's plans for the Jedi, to wipe them all out root and stem, were so very wasteful in hindsight. Especially given Vader's experiences so far since coming back into this timeline.
From Padawans to Masters, most Jedi seemed to have a point where they could be brought over to the Dark Side of the Force. Vader would gladly scoop up those he could convert while dealing with those he could not on the side.
With his work here done, Vader prepares to pull back in his Force Presence and turn to leave Depa to her work. However, before he can fully do so…
"S-Skywalker… wait, please…"
Hm? Vader turns back around, a little confused. He'd noticed of course that alongside the determination and resolve; there was something else roiling in Depa Billaba's Force Presence. However, he hadn't thought too much of it. Only now does he see her for what she truly is.
Aroused.
"I can't… I owe you my g-gratitude… allow me to show you… my appreciation."
First Ahsoka, than Shaak Ti, and now Depa. Vader knew he was partially to blame, even as he steps back towards the kneeling Jedi Master and she begins to crawl forward. In 'relaxing' Depa, he'd done the same thing to her that he'd done to Ahsoka, effectively mixing their Force Presences together and injecting her with a healthy dose of truly intoxicating power.
Still, it wasn't like Ventress had tried to jump his bones, so clearly it wasn't every female Force User that he interacted with…
Maybe it was just the ones who were only recently Fallen. Either way, Vader certainly isn't opposed to letting a woman of Depa's beauty blow off some steam with him. And so he places a gloved hand atop her head, watching as she reaches up with trembling fingers to pull open his trousers and drag his cock out into open air.
Letting out a panting gasp, Depa squirms and wriggles for a moment on her knees. She looks up at him apologetically and for a second he thinks she's going to say sorry for her actions, for her sudden need. But in the end, she seems to decide that there's no excusing her behavior.
And so she opens her mouth and takes him past her lips, beginning to suck his hardening cock right then and there. Vader grunts, his member growing thicker and longer and harder by the second thanks to her ministrations. Her inexperience is obvious of course, but it's more than made up with by her enthusiasm.
If Vader had a credit for every time he'd found himself having sexual relations with a female Jedi Master since arriving back in his old body… well, he'd have two credits. Which wasn't a lot, but it was still strange that it seemed to keep happening.
"Hulghk… Hulghk… Hulghk…"
Slowly, Depa takes him deeper and deeper, her throat flexing and tightening around his cock as she takes him past her mouth and down her esophagus. Her lips slide along his throbbing shaft until they're pressed up against the base of his cock, her nose brushing against his crotch.
She gazes up at him and Vader stares back at her before giving her a reward. Through the hand he has atop her head, he sends a bit more Dark Energy, circulating it through her and watching as her eyes threaten to roll back in her head, her muffled moans increasing in volume. Until suddenly…
"Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!"
The Jedi Master's enthusiasm abruptly ratchets up several notches, her NEED to pleasure him increasing to the point where she's outright face fucking herself upon Vader's cock. Her hands come up and around to grip him by the back of his trousers, her fingers digging in to hold him in place and keep him close so she can go to town on him.
Vader just sighs as he double checks to make sure that his Force Presence is continuing to blanket the room and keep anyone else in the Temple from realizing what's happening here right now.
Wouldn't do for him to get distracted just because he's getting his dick wet…