A/N: Hey guys. So, this popped into my head while watching TFA for the second time, and it took a third viewing to cement it completely. I'm going to have a go at writing this story pretty much on the fly, meaning weekly/fortnightly updates, if people are interested. If not, I'll leave this as a one or two-shot fic. I'll write the next section anyway, and if people like this part, I'll try to post next weekend.
Tell me what you think, and whether you have any ideas/tips/lore that I can use. Very exited to start this journey with you! :) Anyway, I'll let you read now. Enjoy!
Ta-ta!
She knelt in the dark room, eyes closed and hands resting on the cool metal floor. Dressed in tight black pants, boots, and a form fitting tunic with dark hair spilling down her back in waves, she blended seamlessly into the darkness. Long sleeves and gloves protected the soft white flesh of her hands and arms, while an ancient ebony mask which would cover a large portion of her face lay discarded before her.
She thought once more about the words that had been filtered to her during a dream only minutes previously.
He is ready. It must be now.
Find the conflict and eradicate it. Deliver him. Seduce him...
by any means necessary.
The young woman inhaled deeply, feeling the bubbling heat inside her lull and calm slightly, as the first wave of the Force broke over her. She stretched into the current, easing her range out of the room, slowly expanding until she could sense the life force of the pilot, sitting stationary and tranquil on the other side of the ship.
Of course, she was powerful enough that this search could be accomplished inside of a heartbeat and as naturally as taking a breath, but the object of her search lay so much further than the confines of the ship: even further than the closest planet. So rather than jump straight to her limit, a slow and gradual stretch would yield far more results.
She trusted Him; He wouldn't lead her astray.
So she reached outwards, and let herself be washed along through the fluidity and alternating currents of the Force. Some flowed furiously fast, others slow; some never-endingly deep, others shallow; some with limitless power, others with a false sense of purpose; some raw and unpredictable, others restrained and pinned down.
All she knew was to take the fastest route and see where it led her. For the first immeasurable while there was nothing out of the ordinary, just the ebb and flow of the tide accompanied by the occasional life-form. Then she felt it.
A faint ripple, and the echo of a scream. Pain. Death.
A rich, Dark power. The feel of it had her close to salivating.
Rather than whip her focus to the source of the disturbance, she quieted herself and drastically slowed her heartbeat, concentrating on the space between each lagging pulse. She closed her grip around a seemingly random point, anchoring herself completely. Only when she felt the Dark thrilling through her veins did she open herself fully to what lay within her grasp.
She saw a deep, sultry cloud of black, writhing and coiling like an animal luring in its prey: hypnotic and deadly. It grew and contracted, shifted this way and that, completely out of control and orderly all at once. The swarm seemed to acknowledge her by glowing a deep crimson at its centre, and letting out a contented purr.
The new colour and noise ceased abruptly. All movement paused.
And suddenly, there was a flicker. Deep in the heart of the Darkness, a tiny spark shone through. The veil parted for a moment, as if offering it a way out, before suddenly converging on the Light; trying desperately to smother its glow. It didn't quite succeed though.
She understood now: Deliver him. Seduce him... by any means necessary. And she would. But not just because her Master had ordered, nay demanded, that she must.
Their cause needed that power. That unforgiving, guiltless Darkness, that threatened to consume all. It had the potential to lead the Lightest to the Darkest depths; to lull one so far into the unknown that they could never be recovered; corrupt one so deeply only a husk would remain.
That one spark would ruin it all.
Viila Thaan's ochre eyes snapped open, and she leaped to her feet, calling her lightsabers to her with a flourish of her wrist. Her mask was left abandoned in the dark room, lit up slightly by the red lasers biting deep into the reinforced door that sealed it.
She strode down the empty corridor leading to the head of the ship, blistering heat building in her chest while she remained deceptively cool on the outside. The only tell to her inner rage was the slight shaking of loose objects left in her wake.
The pilot seemed entirely oblivious to his peril upon her entrance.
"What's the matter, Ma'am?"
"Set a course for Dantooine. Immediately."
There was a stretch of silence.
"Done. Wh-?"
Two sharp hums and a bloody glow filled the small cockpit.
"Your service has been greatly appreciated..." A cold smirk and a swift motion was all the warning given to the terrified man.
The next thing the sabers cut into was his neck.