Khementari stood amongst the corona of darkness,  her body was working to absorb the passionate surge of power from the stranger.  She could feel it within her,  the Holicron was screaming to her,  her circuitry was surging with wicked power.   The soft glow of crimson, soon took on the appearance of two crimson conflagrations bursting forth from her eyes.  Her long lithe legs were trembling beneath her,  her body was weakening,  not from the damage that she was sustaining,  but from the pure sensual bliss that was wracking her quaking form.  The machine,  found herself leaning forward and without warning she pressed her lips against the quaking man kissing him with unrelenting passion.<br/><br/>The machine’s mind was awash in passion,  unable to recognized Zeya let alone understand her words.<br/><br/>Still the raw energy surging through her form did more then bring her pleasure.  It began to coalesce as bolts of force lightening crackled around her form,  dancing up her arms.  She had no control over the surge,  but the wicked energy was dancing up her glowing blue blade,  before crackling over the Commander’s form.  She whimpered softly grinding her flesh against the stranger’s bodies,  and without a word,  she twisted her body away, breaking her lips from his leaving a trail of saliva in connecting them.  In the same movement, she extracted her blade,  not pulling it out from the point of origin,  but by dragging it through his vital organs and freeing it from his flesh by  tearing it out from the other side.<br/><br/>“The climax…”<br/><br/>(Melee +4 -1 from dice roll +2 from Dark side Overload +2 From Iron Body +2 Emotionally Unstable +2 speared by lightm 4 force points remaining)  11