Hello, thanks for clicking the link to get here ;-) I wrote this story because I didn't find many stories with that kind of background and plot, so I decided to write one by myself. I hope you enjoy and please don't judge too hard (only my second fic). Let me know what you think of it.
Swetting, Nura brought her red lightsabers (a red shoto and a normal red colored lightsaber) up and deflected a blow from another lightsaber delivered by a Magma Guard. It was fast, she had to admit, but nothing compared to the power and the speed which the force supplied. Not that it needed to be proven anymore as it was the last droid standing, while the other 9 were lying on the floor, either crushed by the hand of the force or by her lightsabers.
Deciding to allow herself some fun with the droid after the workout session, she seized attacking and focused on defending herself with her lightsaber. But the game became boring pretty fast and she just did a backflip, deactivated her weapon while doing so and once she hit the ground in a crouch, she simply crushed the droid by curling her hand into a fist.
An unknowing spectator could easily think her to be a Jedi youngling or an apprentice, practicing her fighting skills. A more experienced person would have wondered about the unique color of the lightsabers as the main colors were green, blue, yellow and, not to forget, Mace Windu's famous purple. A Jedi however, would have drawn his lightsaber immediately on sight since red was associated with the Sith.
He wouldn't be wrong. She had been secretly trained by Darth Sidious, known by the galaxy as Chancellor Palpatine. He hadn't told her much about her heritage, only that he had freed her from a miserable life when she was still young. From there on he had been tutoring her in the ways of the Sith, teaching her the traditions of the rule of the Two, of Darth Bane and how he had destroyed the old Sith cult and reemerged stronger than before.
He had told her about the ways of the Jedi and how foolish they were to cling to centuries old beliefs and training. And how the Sith were exploiting that flaw by becoming stronger with each generation, by adapting so the darkness could survive the light and by concealing themselves to wait for the right moment.
Of course, knowledge alone wasn't the power the Sith cult wanted to achieve, so Nura had been taught and trained in the various forms of fighting. By the age of 14 she had mastered all seven forms, having been taught the art of Makashi by Count Dooku himself, though her identity had been kept a secret. Around that time, Nura didn't see her Master very often as he focused his attention on his politic career as part of his plan.
As a result, Nura was often left in Sidious' secret manor to train. But it was also the beginning of the doubts. As her master liked to say, one would have to know ones enemies to defeat them, thus having created a library of some sort about the Jedi, their code and their teachings. He had even encouraged her to read about it. But unknown to him, she had gradually developed interest in the Jedi way, leading to respect and admiration.
She had compared their history to their arch-enemies one and deemed both of them only to be two halves of the force, which could complement each other when balanced. She agreed to the Jedi way but also came to the conclusion, that when defending ones beliefs or fighting for the freedom of other people, one should not hold back one's emotions. Granted, they shouldn't control their wielder, rather the other way around, but used properly, could make the difference between victory and defeat, protecting an innocent live or letting it die.
She had never told her master or Dooku for that matter about her thoughts and insights, but rather kept them to herself, as she knew very well that neither of them would understand or appreciate them. It also helped in performing her act of a devoted Sith apprentice that she had learned how to change her presence in the force by a holocron created from Darth Bane's first apprentice. Using this technique, she changed her presence to something darker, something that would fit in with how she was expected to be.
Remembering her past, Nura left the training area with only scrap metal left for other droids to clean up and walked towards the showers. Currently, Nura was on the planet Naboo, her father's home-planet in the Palpatine manor. It was quite remote so no one knew of her existence or of his secret doings. When she finished showering, she went outside and walked towards her own, secret place, located about an hour away by foot, a clearing she had discovered while on training runs.
There, she sat down in the middle of a clearing in the forest and started meditating. It was always refreshing to embrace both sides, the dark and the light as the first made her feel powerful and warm and the second which always calmed her down and felt pleasantly chilly. After two hours, it was almost dawn, she stood up and walked over to an old tree. She knelt down and got a cylindrical object out of the hole.
It was a shoto, a shorter version of her normal lightsaber as the name already implied. The difference about this one was that its blade was blue. She had secretly constructed it with spare parts and a blue crystal she had stolen from her master (he kept the ones from Jedi he had killed). It was the perfect way of expressing her view of the force to the outward. Activating both of them, the red and the blue one, Nura begun training, pFerfecting the moves she had already learned without the training droids that would without doubt report an incident such as a Sith fighting with a Jedi weapon to Sidious.
As it dawned, she walked back to her home. It was dark once she arrived but it didn't matter to her as the force guided her steps and helped making her way through uneven ground. She then watched the holonet-news which were interrupted by her com. Quickly, she put on her Sith robe and pulled the hood over her face. In addition, she put a scarf over her mouth. The person which appeared was dressed in a dark robe covering his face so that only his mouth could be seen. In general, it was a good disguise when threatening individuals who mustn't learn of his identity, but for some reason he insisted appearing like this when talking with her. Maybe it was for security reasons.
"Hello Darth Imperia" he greeted her while she simultaneously sank to her knees. He had named her that after the construction of her first own lightsaber. In the old Sith language, it meant empire, an hommage to what had once been.
"Hello Darth Sidious", she replied, careful to keep her voice neutral, "how are the plans proceeding". She knew he had plans he was executing while he was away, however he told them the details about them. Why? Nura didn't know. She couldn't say that it didn't bother her, but she also knew that pressing on that matter wouldn't help either, so she just let it go.
"Good", he replied with a smirk, "in face, very good. We have captured the Jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi on Geonosis. He will be sentenced to death and executed tomorrow. It is all going according to my plan. I want you to pack your things, travel to Geonosis and meet Count Dooku. I want you to be there".
"As you wish", Nura bowed my head, trying to keep up the act of respect and support as the transmission was terminated.