Title: A Stressful Vacation for Sith Warrior
Crossover: RWBY and Star Wars
Rating: T, just to be safe
Disclaimer: RWBY was created by Monty Oum and own by Rooster Teeth while Star Wars was created by George Lucas and own by Disney and EA.
Summary: After killing Darth Baras, an angry SIth Lord Ojare, upon Vette's suggestion, decided to take a vacation from his duty to the Empire including his crew for a while. Except his vacation took him to some planet filled with primitives and annoying pests that wouldn't stop bugging him!
Chapter 1: It's time to go on vacation.
"It is done." A bald, human Sith Warrior muttered for tenth time as he walked through a gloomy hallway with dark gray, black, and red color theme. He has just slain his former master with his two orange lightsabers in front of the Dark Council members. At the thought of Darth Baras's corpse lying on the floor, Ojare smiled and relished the feeling of anger, fear, and despair emitted from an overweight fake Emperor's Voice before killing him.
Oh yes. It was a glorious vengeance for Lord Ojare and he received the respect from the Dark Council members. Well, more as 'Don't upset us off and we'll get along fine' deal. But still, Ojare has successfully established himself as the Emperor's Wrath.
Just as a bald Sith Warrior was about say 'It is done' for eleventh time, he heard annoying beeping sounds. His content turned to irritation as beeping is coming from his holo-communicator that usually mean one of three things: more mind-grinding missions that the Empire need him to do, Vette and Jaesa are fighting again, or Broonmark running low on blood for him to wash his claws in.
Ojare angrily scoffed as he wished he never threw Vette's shock collar away or convert Jaesa to the Dark Side. Or convinced Broonmark to start carrying a container attached needle-end cord for sucking blood from the enemies, alive and dead. By the Force, it costed Ojare about 15,000 credits to install a shampoo dispenser in Broonmark's own bathroom so a Talz could use a blood as a shampoo for his fur.
With reluctance, Ojare pulled out a holo-communicator from his black-red Dark Acoytle top and activated it. His rather cheap holo-communicator lit up and displayed a blue hologram of Vette who sported a dark patch on her left eye. Off course, Ojare thought, Vette probably insulted Jaesa's fashion again and incur violent reaction from insane Dark Jedi.
In his usual polite manner, Ojare snarled, "What do you want and how much damage to the ship interior?" He has already spent over 500,000 credits to repair his ship interior! By the Force, he does not feel like spending more credit on his ship unless for the upgrades. The major source of his anger nowadays. That's right, he used anger fueled by Vette's and Jaesa's inability to get along and the number of inconvenience to defeat Darth Baras as he has slowly gotten de-sensitive to feeling pain and whatever the Sith feel these days.
Ever since he taught Vette in combating the Force user and Jaesa in unleashing her violent tendencies, his very own space ship has been slowly become stressful. Oh, don't get him started on Malavai Quinn as a self-appointed ship captain would constantly complained about Vette and Jaesa along Bronnmark and his obsession with collecting the blood. He has already forbade Vette from using explosive, Jaesa from using Force, and Broonmark from making the ship smell like blood. What more does Quinn want? Ojare already gave his crew the allowances (except Quinn and Pierce since their salary is covered by the Imperial military) out of his pocket as the Empire was being cheap (in Ojare's opinion) and even threatened and punished Vette and Jaesa.
At his question, Vette sported a sheepish expression and slowly beat around the bush, "Weeeeeell…You rreemmmber whee-"
Ojare's patience went out quickly than the Hutt passing gas as he snapped, "Spit it out or I'm buying shock collar for you and Jaesa!"
A random Sith initiate who happened to be walking by heard this and stated, "Sound kink-" Unfortunately, Ojare doesn't feel like hearing it and without looking at insignificant initiate, he used the Force to choke him before throwing him down the hall, over the rail, and fell directly on the statue. No one, saved for other insignificant initiates, pay attention. It just another day of exercising the Dark Side.
"Okay! Okay! Cool your engine! Sheesh!" Vette relented before answering, "Jaesa asked me what do I think about-"
"Forget it! I'm not going to let you and Jaesa ruined my glorious moment of successful vengeance with your petty fight!" Ojare interrupted, snarling, "I'm tired of paying for MY ship repair! You two are becoming worse than a headache! Next time this happen again and I mean it, I'm throwing you and Jaesa into vacuum and watch you two suffocate!" His orange eyes glared at a hologram of Vette, who posed in sassy manner.
Being used to Ojare's anger and threat, Vette casually waved it off and resorted, "Rude! If that's how you feel about us, maybe you should take a vacation! You haven't been good to us either! We've been doing missions after missions nonstop with the only breaks being in traveling! Honesty, you-" Vette proceed to goes with Ojare tuning her out.
Rubbing his forehead, Ojare was about to use the Force to teach Vette to watch her tone when something clicked in his mind. Vacation. That's it! With Darth Baras dead, the Dark Council being more supportive to him, and his position as the Emperor's Wrath, Ojare could goes on vacation! Without his crew!
Vacation. A bald human with orange eyes could see the benefits of taking a vacation. As matter of fact, he could have all of his crews get off HIS ship and go on their own vacation! With them gone, Ojare would be free of Vette's and Jaesa's loud destructive fight! Free of Broonmark's creepy ritual that resolved around the enemies' blood and smelliness! Free of Quinn's constant compliant about everything, from some old coot who's already dead to a speck of dust being found in a common refresher shared by all but Ojare himself and Broonmark! Thankfully, HIS ship has three refreshers, instead of one.
"Hmm…I'm missing someone." Ojare thought, "Oh, yes. Pierce. Free of…something." Out of all, Pierce is okay in Ojare's book. Just a tall, aggressive man who prefer action over word and hold no qualm about-Oh yeah, Ojare remembered, Pierce would constantly make all those racketing noise, supposedly from tinkering with cybertech and weapon.
"Hey! Are you even listening to me? I know you're Sith Lord and all, but-" Vette's voice snapped Ojare out of his thinking and stopped Vette by ordering her, "Gather all the crew! We're having a meeting!"
Before Vette could even say something, Ojare turned off his holo-communicator and made his way to the exit of the Sith Academy.
Forty minutes later…
Ojare, after catching a ride on space shuttle from Korriban to Korriban space station, finally made it on board of HIS ship and wasted no time walking to the meeting room, where all the crew members could be found sitting around the sitting, amazingly without a single of sign fight. No sign of blaster mark, lightsaber mark, blood spill, etc. Just them sitting, impatiently waiting for a bald human to walk in.
Upon seeing Ojare walking in, Jaesa immediately got up only to get Force pushed back down on a chair with Ojare starting the meeting by blunting stating, "Crew, we're going on vacation."
This made the meeting room very quiet with the crew members staring at each other briefly with surprised look on their face. Except Broonmark since his face is covered by fur, though Ojare could sense him being alert and hopeful. What, does Broonmark have to be somewhere?
"V-Vacation?" Jaesa repeated questionably.
"That's correct." Ojare nodded, causing Vette to happily exclaimed, "Woot! Finally!"
"Let me to rephrase this." Ojare said, "All of you will be dropped off on the Imperial Fleet Station so I can go on MY vacation with MY ship while YOU will find something to do. I do not care. You have until one hour before I kick all of you off." He has emphasized on the words, 'I', 'my', and 'you'. This caused the reactions from the crew.
"What! That's not enough time to pack my stuff!" Vette complained.
"What! How could you? I'm your apprentice! Who am I going to spar?" Jaesa shouted with her yellow eyes staring at a bald Sith Warrior.
"My lord! Surely, you need me to captain the ship!" Quinn protested.
"Eh, guess I can find my old group team for a little reunion." Pierce commented with a shrug.
Broonmark made a noise that could be translated as "Oh good, I've been meaning to ask you if I could go to Tatooine alone for a while."
Ojare, feeling a growing headache and irritation flowing through his body, snapped, "ENOUGH!" This made the crew quiet down as Ojare pointed his finger at Vette.
"You. I don't care. Pack lightly or something. And no, I'm not giving any more credit. You have enough. Spend wisely or get a temporary job."
Pointing at Jaesa, "You need new opponents, so go to Korriban or something. As matter of fact, your task is to exterminate all the K'lor'Slugs. With training saber and no Force."
Pointing at Quinn, "I don't need you to pilot MY ship. Go bug that old coot or something. Dig his grave up and shoot his body, I don't care. If you must, go to Balmorra and beat down the rebellion."
Pointing at Pierce, "Good for you. But take all your weapons and tinkers. I don't need them on MY ship during MY vacation."
Pointing at Broonmark, "Why in the name of-Know what? I don't care. You can catch a shuttle to Tatooine."
Satisfied, Ojare walked out of the meeting room and have HIS ship travelled to the Imperial Fleet Station. Soon, he will be alone on HIS own ship with no one to annoy him. Now, to send a notification to Servant One and Two and to set up the answering machine. Just in case if someone in the Imperial military need him or something.