It doesn't take the Force for Vette to know that he's upset. As she hid by the open door she could smell the rage radiating off of Sahesri.

Even though the Zabrak Sith Warrior had always been surprisingly kind to her she knew better than to get near him when he's upset. And the string of curses in the native Zabrak tongue coming from his office was a decent clue to his mood.

When he seemed to have calmed down enough she hesitantly knocked on the side of the doorway.

"My lord? You summoned me?"

He looked up at the sound of her voice and laughed a little at the silly title.

"Yes Vette. Please come in."

He sat down and pulled the black cloak off to reveal his bare torso, his ab muscles rippled prominently as he stretched back and the young Twi'lek couldn't help but stare. He was in amazing shape, years of combat training had hardened his body, making him all muscle. He didn't like wearing shirts. He only did when he had to. He's been this way since their very rough introduction back on Korriban.

"So what's your story Sahe?"

Sahesri looked at the twi'lek uncertainly and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Why are you so curious?"

"Well I figured that since we have a few more hours til we get to Dromund Kaas I needed to be entertained."

He chuckled a little bit. "Perhaps I can indulge you then. My species are called Dathomirian Zabraks, we are a human and Zabrak hybrid species. I was raised on my homeworld of Dathomir by the Queen of my Mother's tribe. All members of my species are Force sensitive but I was found to be unbelievably strong in the Force as a young child and she taught me as her apprentice. My Mistress was friends with an Imperial Officer who recommended me to an Overseer at the Academy on Korriban. As a Dathomiri Nightbrother there is no greater honor."

"Your people are Sith?"

"Sort of. Dathomir is a planet strong in the dark side. The Nightsisters were originally taught the ways of the Force by a fallen Jedi Knight named Allya. Ever since then the Nightsisters and Nightbrothers have always held ties to the Empire. When I was chosen to go to the Academy on Korriban it brought great honor to my Mistress and my family."

Vette nodded taking it all in. "Can I ask another question?"

He laughed again. "Do I have a choice but to answer?"

She grinned. "Nope! So umm...this shock collar. Maybe we could talk about taking it off?"

The orange skinned Dathomirian regarded her for a moment and then reached over to the back of her neck and unclasped the collar.

He'd always treated her well since then. To him she was never a "slave." After he'd taken off the collar he'd told her You and me. We'll take on the galaxy together. At first she had scoffed at the notion but now it didn't seem so bad.

"You don't have to stand there. Come sit down." his voice broke her out of her thoughts. She sat next to the young Sith Lord and rubbed his shoulder trying to calm him down. He closed his bronze eyes and Vette could feel his rage dissipating from palpable waves into a a bubbling current just below the surface of his consciousness.

"That feels nice" he breathed happily. "What were you thinking about?" he asked.

"Honestly? All our adventures together."

"There's three scouts guarding the entrance to the temple.I don't think they've noticed us yet." She turned to him waiting for his plan. He squinted in the Dromund Kaas fog and regarded the scouts coolly.

"Draw them out. I'll cover you." He activated his lightsabers and waited for her to take aim. She fired off a flurry of blaster bolts and two of the scouts instantly fell to the ground. The third rushed towards them with his vibroblade raised. But Sahesri met him halfway with his two crimson blades crossed in an X to meet the weapon. Using his superior leverage, the Sith Warrior cleaved the scout's sword arm off with one blade and sent his head flying from his body with the other.

Vette watched the body fall to the ground as Sahesri placed his weapons back on his belt.

"Now you're just showing off."

He was masterful in battle. A true instrument of war and Vette couldn't help herself but watch him. He devoted himself fully to defeating his enemies and protecting those around him. His promotion to the position of Emperor's Wrath was only approriate.

But he was different than the other Sith though. He did not enjoy needless cruelty. He considered it a waste of time to hurt others just for the sake of hurting them. But when he was angry...entire armies could not stand in his way.

This man who some may call a monster had saved her life countless times. He had empowered her to be more than just another Twi'lek resigned to a life of slavery. He had given her a life again. A purpose and for that she would always be grateful.

"What are you looking at? Is there something on my face?" The young Sith made a funny face at her.

Vette giggled "No I was just admiring your tattoos. Did you get them just to be sexy and mysterious or what?"

He raised an eyebrow. "So are you admitting I'm sexy then?"

"Well...I...no...I mean...ugh sometimes you're so annoying!"

He laughed at her antics and reached out to her from his seat "Come here you. I'll tell you all about them."

She got up and walked over to the Zabrak man. He pulled her down onto his lap so she was straddling his waist. He held her hand in his and let it trace the black patterns on his face.

"The facial tattoo patterns are unique to each clan. This diamond pattern is the mark of a Nightbrother of the Singing Mountain Clan. I had them done in a ritual when I was 10. A sort of coming of age thing."

He guided her hands down the black spirals that decorated his arms.

"These represent a mastery of Force spells, they're supposed to help channel the dark side."

He squeezed her hands gently as they went to his chest.

"These are a combination of my clan pattern and also signify the things I went through in my training. It is a very rare thing for a Nightbrother to train in the ways of the Force. Dathomir is a matriarchial society. Women are in charge, the men are slaves."

They were both quiet for a minute and he let go of her hand and reached up to touch her lekku. She closed her eyes happily at the sensation.

"You are so beautiful."

She opened her eyes and looked into his fierce bronze eyes. And when she looked into his eyes, he knew she meant it.

He placed a finger on her lips and traced them.

"Vette..."

He brought his lips to hers in the best kiss Vette had ever experienced. Full of lust, passion but tender and gentle at the same time.

"I love you."

They both grinned because they said it at the same time.

"It's weird to finally say that out loud."

He pulled her close to him. "I agree. But I wouldn't have it any other way."

Vette nodded in agreement and sat in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the feeling of her handsome Sith Lord's arms wrapped around her.

"Sahe?"

"Yeah?"

"Why did you originally call me in here?"

"Oh that's right! I almost forgot." He stood up and went over to a chest across the room and opened it up.

"I have two gifts for you. One is to protect you and the other is for your amusement. Ready?"

At her nod he pulled out the first gift. "You really have become quite the sharp shooter my dear. A true master. But sometimes I worry about you when enemies come close with vibroblades. So I wanted to give you this to help."

And he handed her a beautiful sword. The hilt seemed to be made of a beautiful dark wood with ornate carvings inscribed across it. The blade was shorter than the average vibroblade with a curved edge to it.

"Wow it's beautiful Sahe. Thank you so much."

"You really like it? It's a traditional Dathomiri Warblade. Last time we were at the Space Station I met a merchant who was selling it and bought it for you. I modified it a bit though and I did the carvings myself."

She reached up and happily kissed him again. "I love it and I love you. Thank you my handsome Sith Lord."

He grinned. "Ok ready for the second gift?"

She nodded but then was immediately filled with confusion as he pulled out her old slave collar.

"What? I don't understand? I thought I didn't have to wear that anymore?"

He laughed and pulled the twi'lek back against his body. "It's not for you my love. It's for my dear apprentice. I am beginning to think that Jaesa could use a bit more discipline. And if you would like, I'd really appreciate your help with this problem. What do you think about that idea?"

He pressed the remote control of the collar into her hands and she smirked devilishly.

"Is it bad if I might enjoy it a little bit?"

He laughed and kissed her forehead.

"Not at all my love. Not at all."

Perhaps taking on the Galaxy at a Sith Lord's side wasn't so bad after all.