Couldn't sleep, so a Wookiee explanation, please review!

Bastila awoke with a start realizing in a very short time that she was alone in the bed she shared with her Master, rather, her girlfriend, or... oh... whatever.

Really it wasn't like Revan actually cared about titles regardless so she wasn't going to bother wasting muddled brain power on it at this hour.

Sighing she wrapped the silk upper sheet around her naked form and walked into the main room which as always assailed her with the scent of citrus fruits from the trees flanking the book shelves. Sweeping into the room she paused as she found her lover sitting in a lotus form, naked, and staring out the window towards the world below them.

Bastila remained silent before Revan finally spoke, startling her though she wished she hadn't shown such a sign of weakness before her Master, not like Revan would bother acknowledging the lapse anyway.

"I met them on Taris, you know?" Bastila froze a moment before resigning herself to a story, approaching Darth Revan she threw half her sheet around the naked woman's shoulders as she sat beside her and sidled close for warmth.

The pleasant skin contact had nothing to do with it. Really.

"Oh?" She asked lightly, which Revan only nodded to as she watched ships in the distance get torn apart by her armada, their burning smoldering corpses falling into Kashyyyk's atmosphere only to suffer ignoble deaths that none would bother recalling.

"Yup, was drunk off my ass, trying to get laid. Shush, it was before I met you. Anyway, drunk horny, not paying attention, and I run into this guy who is dressed in a blue sports coat, a flight cap and goggles, and had one sour disposition.

"I'm really not into him, so I pat him on the shoulder and apologize for running into him. Then I start walking away, a second later he says 'One', and I'm thinking ok, one of what? Remember, drunk. I turn to him and just stare at his stupid goggled face a second and go 'Huh'?

"Then he says 'Two' which at this point the Force is telling me 'DO SOMETHING!' and as he's in the middle of saying three he falls over in a spray of blood dropping the fracking thermal detonator he had been about to arm."

Bastila froze up as Revan shook her head slowly while sweeping her free hand through her hair, "I was beside myself at that moment. Scourge of the Republic, slayer of Mandelore the Ultimate, and I'd nearly gotten greased by a pissy bounty hunter with a superiority complex.

"That's when my savior stepped from the shadows, a skittish little Twi'lek girl holding a blood drenched vibroblade and her Wookiee friend hefting a pair of blaster rifles. They had saved me from the galaxies most notorious bounty hunter, one Calo Nord, simply because they didn't think I deserved to die."

Bastila remained silent as she melted into Revan's side, watching the alien fleet try to flee, and fail as the intridictor fields kept them trapped in real space to soon fall to the capital ships fire.

Eventually she did reply, "You hadn't expected that, did you?"

Revan scoffed, "Not in the slightest, that's when I decided to recruit the pair, one Mission Vao, a girl meant for espionage and infiltration, and her buddy Zaalbar. Who, I eventually found out was framed for being a mad claw by his slaver brother."

Bastila frowned and turned to her girlfriend in question who simply waved it off, "Wookiee internal politics, not our problem. Long story made short I cleared Zaalbar's name, helped him redeem his father, and shoved a pair of lightsaber blades through his traitorous brothers body cavity.

"After that, Zaalbar became chieftain of the Wookiees, made a contract with my Empire that his people would side with me if I made sure the slavers were kept at bay, and Mission got the spy training she always wanted."

As the last capital ship exploded in a miasma of plasma and molten metal she glanced towards Bastila with a grin stretched across her face, "That's the difference between me and the Republic love. I uphold my end of the bargain."

Sighing Bastila stood letting the sheet fall from her shoulders as she walked back toward the bedroom, naked hips swaying in such a manner that Revan couldn't help focusing on them before the former padawan stopped at the threshold.

Slipping into the room Bastila stuck her head around the corner and replied in a sulty tone, "Work work work, oh well, I suppose I shall have to warm the bed on my own."

Darth Revan growled and was soon in her bed, arms wrapped around her giggling girlfriend.

As butterfly kisses ran down her neck, Bastila could not honestly think of any other place she would wish to be.