Author's note:
Just a SW/Overwatch crossover oneshot I wanted to write after playing excessive amounts of SWTOR.
I may continue it if people want me to.
Enjoy!
Taris was, undoubtedly, one of the worst planets Fareeha had the displeasure of visiting.
The seemingly endless swamps made it difficult to get anywhere.
The fauna consisted mostly of tough, vicious predators.
The rakghouls infesting every dark corner of the planet sowed fear in the hearts of even the bravest soldiers.
Not to mention the thick, humid air that made it difficult to breathe, and that made her clothes and hair stick uncomfortably to her body.
Even with all her training, the conditions were starting to take her toll on her. But Fareeha pushed through, as always. More concerned with the important matters.
Besides, her robes were light and comfortable, only heavied slightly at the bottom by the mud. The troopers accompanying her, wearing thick, green armors were much less fortunate.
"We're not far now, Master Jedi." Saleh, the sergeant leading the squad reported, looking down at his datapad, his voice distorted by his helmet.
Their target was a crashed republic cruiser, the Endar Spire. The hope was, that the ship recorded the Sith bombardment of Taris, and the information could be recovered and used to prevent further such disasters.
The wreckage was deep inside the Tarisian swamps, far from any Republic outpost, and through flora thick enough they were forced to go on foot. The dusk was rapidly approaching, and Fareeha felt relieved that they would reach their destination before nightfall.
They had little idea what was awaiting them inside the ship. Maybe a bunch of haywire security droids. A gang of pirates. Or perhaps nothing at all. But the wreck would provide shelter, a place to spend the night after they secured it.
"Maybe after this op we'll finally get transferred off this planet." Tariq, one of the troopers, chimed in. "We drove the Imps off a few weeks ago and yet we're still stuck here."
"Come off it, Tariq." Aizad, another trooper, groaned in annoyance. "You've done nothing but complain for all of those weeks. Maybe if you actually put some effort into readjusting, you wouldn't be so miserable."
"I'm only miserable because I have to see your ugly face every day." Tariq retorted, turning to his companion. "And there is no getting used to a nightmare like that."
The friendly bickering brought a smile to Fareeha's face, but she tuned out the rest, focusing on using her senses to take in their surrounding area. She knew that the soldiers allowed themselves to at least somewhat lower their guard only because she was with them. She had save the squad from ambushes before, discovering them even before they were sprung. And although the Imperials were gone, the environment of Taris could be just as deadly.
She had been offered a transfer back to Tython, but seeing more to do where she was, she declined. As pleasant as it was to wander the corridors and grounds of the Jedi Temple, meditate in its quiet chambers, or discuss mysteries of the universe with other members of the order, Fareeha prefered to act and help, if she had a chance.
She saw the foliage thinning up ahead, the wreck of the Endar Spire looming out from between the trees, pieces of metal, jagged and twisted, jutting out of its hull.
And then there was a disturbing feeling in the back of her mind that gave her pause.
She stopped, closing her eyes and carefully reaching out through the force, only to have it confirmed. There was a presence ahead, she sensed the dark side within it. But also the conflict. The light.
"What's wrong, Master Jedi?" Saleh asked quietly, taking a step closer.
"I sense something. Someone. Near the ship." She opened her eyes, her expression serious. "We must be cautious."
The sergeant nodded, before turning to his men. "Alright people, cut the chatter. Possible contact ahead. Check your weapons."
The squad creeped forward, moving as quietly as they could. Soon they reached the edge of a clearing, likely created by the impact of the Endar Spire crashing into the planet. And Fareeha immediately spotted the one she sensed.
In front of one of the cruiser's exposed bulkheads stood a blonde, pale-skinned woman, dressed in a long, black robe, lined with red thread and decorated with red and white markings. A black belt circled her waist, covered in various pouches. A silver, pointed handle of a lightsaber was hanging from it, swaying gently as the woman furiously tapped away at her datapad.
Fareeha heard Saleh curse under his breath when the woman threw the datapad onto the ground and banged her fists onto the bulkhead, roaring in frustration. "Just what we needed. A sith…" He whispered, before turning to Fareeha. "What do we do, Master Jedi?"
Fareeha hummed in thought as she watched the woman for a few moments longer as she tried to use the force to open the problematic bulkhead. She clearly struggled, and the door refused to budge. "I don't sense much power in her. Most likely an apprentice sent here by her master to prove herself." She sighed. "And by the look of it, no doubt in hopes she dies."
"Maybe we can capture her then? Bring her in for questioning?" The soldier offered, studying the sith carefully, as she seemed to grow increasingly frustrated at the bulkhead.
"Perhaps there is a better way. I'd like to talk to her first." Fareeha replied.
"Talk?" Saleh exclaimed in a raised whisper. "Are you sure that's wise, Master Jedi?"
"It might spare us the fight. I sense the light within her, perhaps there is a chance for her to come along willingly. If anything, I may be able to find out what she's after." She turned to the soldier, gesturing along the edge of the foliage. "I want you to set up your men along the treeline, so you can pin her down if I give you the signal. Put in a request for reinforcements as well, low priority, if anyone is in the area." She turned back towards the ship. "I have bested sith before, and I hope she will cooperate, but her presence here could mean trouble waiting for us inside the cruiser. If that's the case then help would not go amiss."
"You're the boss, Master Jedi." The sergeant let out a resigned sigh. "Give me and my boys a moment to set up. We'll have your back if things go wrong."
Fareeha nodded, watching the soldier move towards his troops and starting to give hushed orders. As they disappeared into the thick flora one by one, Fareeha turned her attention back to the sith, who had picked up her datapad, brushing it off the dirt and once again started to tap away at it. It was clear that she desperately wanted to get into the ship, but the bulkhead was not cooperating. The jedi wondered what possibly could the belly of the Endar Spire hide that the sith was willing to come all the way here to find.
A quiet signal on her comm threw her out of her musings a moment later, and she raised her finger to her ear. "Go ahead." She said in a low tone.
"We're in position, Master Jedi." Saleh reported.
"Good, wait for my signal." Fareeha replied, before striding out into the clearing.
As she cautiously approached the sith, she started to hear the woman talking to herself. "Useless piece of junk." The Imperial groaned, clearly restraining herself from throwing the datapad against the wall. Even laced with anger, her voice was clear and melodic, not bearing the typical Imperial accent, and instead intoned oddly, not in a way Fareeha was familiar with.
"Having trouble?" The jedi asked, folding her arms across her chest and stopping a few steps away from the woman, far enough to have time to react if the woman decided to attack.
The sith startled, turning to face Fareeha, her lightsaber flying into her hand. She ignited it, the blade blazing with a brilliant white glow, it's edges, curiously, shining with a golden hue. Her blue eyes scanned over Fareeha quickly, the muscles of her throat moving slightly as she swallowed. "Stay away, jedi!"
She clearly meant to sound angry and intimidating, but Fareeha heard the fear lacing the woman's voice. She had also sensed the same fear emanating from her.
The fact that she was able to get so close without the sith sensing her, and the fact that she was so afraid were good signs for Fareeha. She studied the woman's face, its lines smooth and beautiful, the pale skin not bearing any marks or scars usually plaguing those who drew on the power of the dark side. Another good sign.
"Taris is a Republic planet. What are you doing here?" Fareeha asked calmly, making no movement for her own blade. She theorized she possibly was the first jedi this sith had met, and hoped that she manages to convince the woman to come along peacefully.
"I am sith, I go where I please." The Imperial responded, not lowering her blade, her blue eyes fixed on Fareeha.
A small smirk formed on the jedi's face, as she gestured to the sealed entrance into the wreckage. "That bulkhead seems to disagree."
The sith's eyes narrowed and she let out an angry growl. "It's a minor setback." She sneered. "Soon I'll get this blasted door opened, and get the relic I came here for."
"A relic?" Fareeha asked, a triumphant smirk forming on her face as she noticed how her opponent's eyes widened. She clearly didn't mean to reveal the aim of her visit to Taris. "What kind of relic?"
"None of your business, jedi." The sith sneered. "Now leave here, before I'm forced to destroy you."
"Sorry, but that's not possible." Fareeha replied. "I am tasked with protecting this planet from Imperial incursions, and I think you fit quite neatly into that distinction."
Her opponent tensed, but lowered her blade slightly. "Why am I not dead yet, then?" She asked cautiously.
"I wished to know what you were doing here." Fareeha shrugged, before locking eyes with the woman. "And, more importantly, I've heard of sith sending their apprentices on impossible missions, hoping they would not return." The way the blonde woman reacted, her body tensing even further, confirmed Fareeha's suspicions. "I've sensed the light within you, and I thought this might have been the case."
"You did?" The sith asked quietly, before clearing her throat, her demeanor returning to one of pride and anger. "I mean, your senses must be playing tricks on you then, jedi." She snarled, putting confidence and contempt into her voice. Both of which Fareeha sensed were forced, faked. "I serve the dark side, and I will return to my master victorious."
"Perhaps. Perhaps not." Fareeha said calmly, the sith wincing slightly, fear intertwined with her thoughts. "I have faced your kind before, sith. And if you were as sure of yourself as you claim to be, you would have attacked me long ago. Or you would have sensed my approach. Or the presence of my allies, keeping you in the sights of their blasters." Fareeha didn't make any move, her eyes still focused on the woman in front of her, who gave a startled look to the surrounding treeline. "I think that, much like me, you'd like to avoid confrontation."
The sith looked at her for a few more moments before lowering her saber a bit more. "What do you propose?"
"If you help us deal with whatever might be inside the ship," Fareeha gestured to the wreck, "I'll let you leave here unharmed."
"With what I came here for?" The woman asked carefully.
Fareeha shook her head. "That I can't allow. But you will be allowed to leave unharmed."
"Fine." The sith said after a moment, deactivating her saber and hooking it to her belt. "I suppose that's better than getting killed here."
"I think so as well." Fareeha replied, taking a step forward and extending her hand. "My name is Fareeha. What's yours?"
The sith looked at her hand for a few moments. She then looked up at her and smiled. "Azhea."
"I thought you were supposed to be a good slicer." Sergeant Saleh said, as Tariq fiddled with the door controls. "What's taking so long?"
"All of these circuits are fried, I don't think I'll be able to get this door open." The trooper replied, sighing.
Saleh grunted in frustration, before walking over to where Fareeha and their new 'ally' were standing. She glanced suspiciously at the sith, not trusting her in the slightest, before turning to Fareeha. "Bad news, Master Jedi. Opening the bulkhead might be more difficult than we thought."
"I told you." The sith scoffed. "I've already tried slicing it open."
"What about the charges we brought?" Fareeha inquired.
"I'd rather look for another way in first. We may need them inside." Saleh replied.
Fareeha looked to the sky, frowning thoughtfully. "It will soon be dark, and I'd rather be inside by now." She looked back to the sergeant. "Move your men back, I will use the force to clear the way for us."
"I've tried that as well." Azhea said, scoffing again.
"Perhaps together we will succeed?" Fareeha replied, walking closer to the bulkhead.
The sith followed her, standing by her side in silence for a few moments. "Wait." She said suddenly, pulling out her datapad, and handing it to the jedi. "As a token of my good will. Pirates used to use the wreck as a hideout for a while, until dark visions from the artifact I seek drove them away. I've tracked them down and got access codes to the droids and automated defences they left inside. They were supposed to work on the door as well, but that didn't quite work out."
Fareeha took the datapad, skimming through it as the sith explained herself. She nodded, walking to the side and passing it to Tariq with a brief explanation. When she returned she smiled appreciatively at the sith. "Tariq says the fault with the bulkhead was mechanical, so it's possible the codes are real. At least now we know what to expect."
"Of course they're real." The sith scowled. "Those scum would not dare lie to me."
"Perhaps." Fareeha replied, turning to the door. "Shall we?"
Azhea growled, but focused on the bulkhead as well, pushing her hands forward. A moment later the heavy metal door creaked and strained, shaking in its hinges. It resisted for a moment later, before it bent outwards with a loud clang, opening the way into the ship.
"Seems it worked." Fareeha said, glancing to the sith, and smiling. Azhea nodded, returning the smile, before the pair's attention was turned back towards the ship. A pair of three-legged security droids strolled into the corridor past the bulkhead, slowly making their way towards them.
Fareeha nodded to Tariq, and the man started to tap away at his datapad, trying to slice the droids remotely. He input the codes Azhea provided, and after a brief moment the droids slumped forward, shutdown.
"Looks like the sith's codes came through." The trooper said, walking towards the door.
"Of course they did." Azhea sneered. "Who do you take me for?"
"Come on." Fareeha interjected, changing the subject to avoid a fight. "Let's get inside and find what we came here for."
"Still nothing, Master Jedi." Tariq reported, hunched over the console. "There is a whole lot of data to sift through."
"Keep at it, there is no rush." Fareeha said, glancing at the sith who was walking back and forward along one of the hangar's walls, as if searching for something. "We won't make it back to base before nightfall anyway."
They had found the Endar Spire's hangar bay in a rather unusual state. The pirates that occupied the wreck before had turned it into their command center, no doubt to use the massive, mostly intact, space. There was a lot of patchwork workarounds to get the ship's systems up and running from there, but they had succeeded.
Fareeha wondered why they left so much equipment behind. Could the artifact Azhea was after really have had such a powerful impact on them? She strode across the bay towards the sith, when a voice from the entrance caught her attention.
"Fareeha!" A loud, booming shout echoed through the bay, one that Fareeha recognised immediately. Two men had just entered the hangar.
One, tall and bulky, with a mane of gray hair surrounding his face. A scar run through his left eye, leaving it covered with a white cloud of blindness. He was wearing a typical brown robe of the Jedi Order, over an intricate armor formed from silvery-gray plates.
The other man was shorter and skinnier, his robe covering a metallic body, his face hidden behind a silver mask. Fareeha knew the man was mostly a cyborg, barely saved from a grotesque murder attempt. He still had retained a strong connection to the force, however, although his training for a jedi was long and arduous, focusing on helping him come to terms with his new body, and letting go of feelings of vengeance and loss.
"Master Reinhardt. Genji." Fareeha said, after quickly crossing the bay to meet them. "What brings you here."
"We have detected your request for reinforcements." The cyborg explained, his voice carrying an electronic tinge. "We were in the area and decided to investigate."
"But it seems you have everything handled here." Reinhardt boomed, looking around the hangar. His eyes fell to the sith, the woman having her back turned to them. The jedi master frowned, turning to Fareeha. "A sith?"
Fareeha gestured for them to follow, and they slowly made their way towards the woman. "Her name is Azhea. We've found her here, trying to get into the ship. I've sensed the good in her, so I decided to try, and hopefully turn her to the light side."
"Is that so?" Reinhardt murmured as they got close to the sith. Then, both he and Genji paused suddenly, and exchanged quick glances. "This presence. It is familiar." He narrowed his eyes, studying the sith.
Before Fareeha could ask what he meant, the sith laughed wickedly, turning to face them. She clapped slowly three times, a twisted smirk on her face. "Well done old man. It seems your senses haven't dulled with age." She snarled, her voice still beautiful and melodic, but this time carrying an underlying sense of foreboding.
Reinhardt's eyes went wide, his lightsaber flying into his hand, the yellow blade igniting. Similarly, Genji's green lightsaber lit up as well. "Angela!" The old master exclaimed.
"It's Darth Ziegler to you, old man." The sith sneered. "I admit, my plan didn't involve neither you, nor our cyborg friend, but your presence will make it all the more sweeter."
"What are you doing here, Angela?" Genji asked, calmly, the visor of his mask shining brightly with green light. The troopers in the bay have noticed the commotion, three of them taking their place on Angela's flank, rifles raised, the rest taking defensive position around the hangar.
"Oh, I suppose I can tell you." The sith said, the smirk ever present on her face. "I'm here for her." She gestured to Fareeha.
As she said it, the doors to the hangar suddenly shut with a loud clang, startling the group. Angela remained unmoved, blue eyes focused on the female jedi.
"Me? What do you want with me?" Fareeha asked, narrowing her eyes.
"Well, let's just say I had the immense pleasure of meeting your mother." Angela grinned, the expression only widening as she saw Fareeha's face pale. "For not being force-sensitive, she had an impressive amount of resilience. Not many manage to endure my tortures for that long." She admired her hands, in a taunting gesture.
Fareeha's hands balled into fists, as she struggled to control the anger rising within her. Her mother had always been a sensitive point, and the sith seemed to know just how to use that to her advantage. A heavy hand rested on her shoulder in a calming gesture, and she turned to see Reinhardt looking at her, offering her a small, understanding nod.
"So." The jedi master sighed. "It was you who killed Ana."
"Oh indeed. Eventually. I almost thought of turning her to my service but…" She shrugged. "I had no use for her. But I've learned of her precious daughter, and that sparked a grand idea in my head." She chuckled, the sound sending shivers down Fareeha's spine.
"To capture and turn her to serve you?" Genji asked, his voice strained.
"Very good. You see, all my previous apprentices have been… disappointing. Weak. Your dearest Fareeha is quite the opposite." The sith explained, eyes shifting between them.
"I will never join you." Fareeha said, conviction clear in her voice.
"I'm afraid, that is not up to you." Angela replied, smirking.
Suddenly Fareeha felt an overwhelming presence in the force. One so powerful that she almost lost her balance. She looked at the sith, wide-eyed, and realized she was the source. Gone was the weak, frail sith apprentice, in whom the light seemed stronger than the darkness. Instead, now there was an immensely powerful, overbearing darkside presence. Although the light was still there, choked under layer, upon layer of shadow.
"There is not too late for you, Angela." Reinhardt said, his booming voice echoing around the bay. "There is still light within you. You can still abandon the dark side, and return to the Order."
"I'm well aware of my connection to the light side." Angela chuckled grimly. "It has proven useful on many occasions. But I will never return, old man. The Order would choke my potential, and I cannot allow that."
"You are not taking Fareeha either." The burly man replied. "I will defend her to my last breath."
Angela grinned. "I was hoping you'd say that."
The next few minutes were a blur of action.
Before Fareeha could react, she was hit by a powerful blast of Angela's force lightning. Too powerful. The force sent her flying through the bay, hitting the wall on the other side.
In response Reinhardt leaped forward to engage the sith.
Genji was about to follow, when he heard a pair of lightsabers ignite.
In the middle of the three troops, previously somehow shrouded by the dark side, appeared a tall, hunched figure, cloaked in a black robe, a bone-white mask covering its face. He held a pair of red sabers. Suddenly he straightened, and spoke in a ghastly, ethereal voice. "Die, die, die!" The figure spun, its blades slicing through the troopers with ease. Just as its blade cut through the last one, it was made with Genji's, the cyborg rushing over to engage this sith in a duel.
Sergeant Saleh, standing slightly off to the side raised his blaster rifle, and leveled it against the hooded assailant. Just as he got a clear shot to the sith's back, a blaster bolt from the walkways near the hangar's ceiling pierced right through his head, leaving only a burnt, smoking hole in its wake.
Fareeha got up just in time to see the sergeant's lifeless body slump to the ground, and she leaped up onto the walkway, her blue lightsaber ignited. She spotted a woman with a sniper rifle, and weird visor over her face. The woman looked human, but her skin was blue, more akin to the race like the Chiss.
The assassin turned, firing at Fareeha, but the jedi deflected the bolts easily, charging forward. The woman shown an incredible amount of agility, dodging Fareeha's attacks, or blocking them with a vibro-knife she had drawn.
Tariq fired his blaster rifle, quickly realizing how pointless it was. Each shot either missed or was deflected, few of them nearly hitting the trooper himself. He lowered his weapon, reaching up to activate his comm and signal for help.
Just as he was about to, a high-pitched feedback sound pierced his ears, coming from the device. He dropped his blaster, throwing off the helmet to free himself from the noise.
He thought of the backup unit he carried with him, and straightened from the slumped position the painful sound left him in. Exactly right to feel a cold metal of a blaster's barrel press into his forehead, the slight shine of a stealth field deactivating, revealing and opponent standing right in front of him. He looked up to see his attacker was a woman, half her head shaved and replaced with implants. Ones he recognised as very expensive, sophisticated slicer tech. The other half was covered by brown hair, combed to one side, the color turning to purple at the endings.
She waved a gloved finger in front of his face in a warning gesture, the tip adorned with a metallic claw. "Uh uh uh." She said, her voice laced with a curious accent. "No calling for help."
A drop of sweat started to flow down the side of Tariq's face as he locked eyes with the slicer. His hand was at the same time slowly moving towards the transmitter.
To the trooper's horror, the woman notice the movement and tsked. "And we could have been friends." She mused, before pulling the trigger, Tariq's lifeless body slumping to the ground in front of her.
Reinhardt reached Angela in one leap, his eyes widening in surprise when the sith stopped his blade with the force alone. "You've grown powerful." He said, locking eyes with the sith.
"I'd say that my power is beyond your comprehension, but that's so cliche." Angela grinned, lightning surging from her free hand.
Reinhardt jumped back, the force absorbing into his lightsaber. "I will not let you take her." The man grunted, before striking again, and again, each time Angela blocking him by simply raising her hand.
"You're a fool if you think you can defeat me. I'm no longer the helpless healer I was, clinging to your pathetic jedi ways. Those days are far behind." Angela sneered, striking with lightning again.
"You have been corrupted by the dark side. You could have saved so many lives, and instead you're taking them." Reinhardt responded, alternating between trying to attack the sith, and blocking her strikes of force lightning.
"And it is so much more fun." Angela grinned wickedly. "And this way I at least get the respect I deserve. Instead of just being pulled from place to place, planet to planet just because some poor, pathetic whelp cut his finger."
Reinhardt struck harder, pressing on his blade to push Angela back. "It is a shame that you forgot how much happiness healing used to bring you."
Angela grunted at the strength of the attack, but her expression turned into a smirk. "You forgot something as well, old man." There was a sound of a lightsaber igniting, and a moment later, a golden-white blade pierced Reinhardt's body from behind. "I don't need to hold my blade to use it effectively."
The saber turned off, and Reinhardt fell to his knees. Angela twisted her hand, the hilt floating slowly into her hand. She locked eyes with the old master, a mocking smile on her lips. "A shame really. I bet I could get a lot of enjoyment from slowly bringing your life to its end. Oh well." She shrugged. "I'll get over it." And with one, swift strike she cut through Reinhardt's neck, his head rolling off the body to the ground, the cut cauterized and his gray beard singed.
Genji felt Reinhardt's death, and looked to see Angela hooking her lightsaber back to her belt, smiling at the cyborg. This brief moment of distraction was enough for his opponent.
A second later, Genji felt a pair of blades sear through his chest, one piercing through his still human heart. He looked at the boney mask and blinked.
The sith he was fighting pulled his blades outward, severing the top part of his torso from the rest of his body.
"Nooooo!" Fareeha yelled from the walkway, looking down at the carnage below. The feeling of two of her friends dying distracted her, she forgot about the assassin she was facing.
She felt a hard hit to the back of her skull, the butt of the sniper rifle. And then she felt like she was falling, and the pain of hitting the ground below.
"You've done well, Lord Reyes." Angela said calmly, as the hooded man approached her. "You can count on my support in your next plot."
"What about Darth Ogundimu?" The man asked, his voice hollow.
"He won't dare oppose me. But I'd advise against angering him. You won't have my support forever." Angela smirked, folding her hands behind her back.
"I see." Reyes replied, before bowing his head. "Thank you, Darth Ziegler." He said, disappearing into the shadows.
"Sombra, Widowmaker." Angela said in a commanding tone, as he walked towards where Fareeha was lying. The purple haired woman appeared by her side, while the blue skinned one was kneeling by the jedi. "You've both performed your duties expertly, not that I would tolerate anything else. You will be paid handsomely for your services."
"Thank you, Darth Ziegler." Widowmaker said simply, her voice cool and lacking emotions.
"Always a pleasure working with such a mastermind." Sombra added, bowing theatrically.
Angela smiled appreciatively, before her eyes focused back on Fareeha, her expression shifting to one of wickedness. "Get rid of the bodies." She gestured behind her. "I don't want the Republic to have an easy time figuring out what happened here." As the two women moved past her, she raised her hand over Fareeha. "Now, how about we wake you up." Lightning crackled between her fingers, and arced to the jedi's body.
Fareeha jerked awake, a cry of pain escaping her lips, before she managed to clenched her teeth. A moment later the lightning seized.
"Good, you're awake." Angela said, sweetly. "I was a bit worried that my assassin damaged you to much."
Fareeha grunted in pain, locking eyes with the sith and scowling. In a quick move she reached for her lightsaber with the force, the weapon having rolled away after her fall. But before the hilt reached her palm, another portion of searing pain surged through her entire body, her muscles spasming involuntarily under the force lightning.
"So defiant." Angela complimented. "A good trait to have, my dear, but not towards me." She stopped electrocuting the jedi. "To me you must be obedient."
"Forget… it." Fareeha replied, struggling for breath.
Angela tsked. "It's inevitable. You might as well submit now, and spare yourself the pain."
Fareeha lifted herself up, struggling to her feet. "I will never serve you." She barked.
The sith licked her lips. "Such anger. Not very jedi like, is it?" She smirked noticing the expression of realization on Fareeha's face. "No matter. You will serve. We'll just have to get there in a way that's more fun to me, and less to you." Lightning arced between her fingers and Fareeha's body again. "Now bow before your new master."
Fareeha tried to resist, but the pain coursing through her entire body proved too much to bear. She sunk to her knees, and leaned on her hands, forced into a submissive position by the power of her opponent.
"Good." Angela growled, pausing her torture. "This is only a taste of what disobedience will mean." She resumed, Fareeha's body spasming under the electricity, cries of pain escaping the jedi's lips. "There will be no escaping it. If I damage you too much, I can always heal you. A quite effective technique, I'm sure you'll agree." She increased the power of her lightning briefly, and the resulting pained scream was music to her ears.
"Oh, and if you're hoping I'll go too far once, and accidentally kill you…" The intensity of the lightning increased further, leaving Fareeha to helplessly roll and scream on the floor. "Don't worry." Angela's smirk twisted to be impossibly more wicked. "I know exactly when to stop."
