This is a fanfiction about SWtoR. After finishing all her missions the young Sith warrioress Veme Tabris finally has some free time at hand. She intends on using it in order to spend some time with her companions. She may find out some new things though. Warning this is a Female Sith Warrior/Vette Fiction and also contains major spoilers for the Sith warrior campaign. So if you still haven't played that one or if you don't like homosexual relationships you should better not read this.
Oneshot for now, might make more chapters if people are interested.
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A Sith and her Slave:
Veme Tabris stumbled forwards, nearly falling to the ground. Fortunately a worried Jaesa was at her side immediately, in order to catch her.
"Master, I hope your wounds aren't to grave. If you die on us now I don't know what I, Vette and all the others would do."
"Don't worry Jaesa. These are only some minor burnings. They may hurt like hell, but are not life threatening," replied the red haired Sith warrioress through gritted teeth.
That was quite the truth, but additionally her fight with her former master, Darth Baras, had drained pretty much all of Veme's strength. She had barely been able to maintain a strong appearance before the Sith council.
To her luck she had been able to manage it somehow though. If she would have shown even the slightest hint of weakness most of the other Lords would have torn her apart right on the spot.
Now that she was nearly back in her ship and no other Sith were around anymore (Except for Jaesa maybe, who didn't really qualify as true Sith although.) her remaining strength faded away. The young female Sith warrior smiled an exhausted smile.
If the battle would have lasted only a few moments longer Baras might actually have been the victor, yet fortunately he was the first to go down because of exhaustion. Veme was just glad that it was over for now.
The young Sith warrior was a twenty years old human female with pale, white skin and a slender, lithe build and average female curves in the right places.
Her face was framed by shoulder length, naturally red hair. Her eyes were of a vibrant light green color and her face would normally be called cute by most people, if not for the scars.
Thin lines of them ran all over Veme's face and small metal plate held her left cheek and her jaw together. That was necessary due to the fact that her lower jaw was nearly ripped off once.
There were also some other minor scars from various battles all over her body. The ones on the face were the worst, especially because all of them were caused by the young woman's own parents.
As a descendant of a long line of powerful Sith Veme's mother and father honored the ways of the Sith greatly. Unlike Veme herself. She never liked anything about them. In fact almost everything about the ways of the Sith repulsed her. The very thought of cruelty and sadism disgusted the young Sith warrioress.
Even as a child it seemed wrong to her that selfishness, greed and the suffering of others should be glorified.
Her parents repeatedly tried to beat that attitude out her, sometimes nearly killing her in the progress. Their efforts were in vain. Veme's childhood was one of nothing but hardship and pain. When she was sent off to Korriban in order to become a Sith she thought that she would die for sure. After all only the most ruthless and sneaky acolytes survived the Sith academy.
Ironically her former life of torment may very well have been the reason she was able to pass the cruel education on Korriban. Being used to suffering combined with her strong will and her abilities in fight were the only reasons she could survive the hellish Sith academy and still hold onto her beliefs.
Even though Veme was now a Sith- lord she still valued kindness and mercy rather than hate and wanton slaughter. All around the Empire and even the Republic people told stories about her bravery and her unusual friendliness.
Most other Sith despised the young warrioress for that and saw it as weakness. Additionally she had been a thorn in the side of many high ranking persons in the empire, due to the fact that she often flatly disobeyed orders that went against her morals.
The fact that she defeated every one of them who tried to destroy her led them to grudgingly respect her though. The last one who tried was her old master Baras himself and even he failed just minutes ago.
Veme was snapped out of her thoughts when the door to her personal Fury-class space-fighter came into view. Unfortunately she was also finally at an end with her power and lost consciousness.
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She awoke some time later in her room on her ship. A busy as ever 2V-R8 was buzzing around her. When he noticed that Veme was awake he immediately beamed: "Oh master, thank the maker you are awake. Good to see that you still look as stunning and dangerous as ever."
Veme could only smile at the droid. "Thanks 2V, how long have I been out?"
"About four hours my lord. You had some really nasty burnings. What did you do? Did you get struck by lightning?"
Veme cringed at the memory of being hit by Baras' force lightning bolts. "You could say that", responded the young Sith lord.
"Anyways I recommend you to avoid battles for the next three days. Some of your inner burnings still need to heal out master. Doing otherwise could severely endanger your health," said the eager droid and left.
It took only a few seconds before a relieved looking Jaesa Willsaam stormed into the room: "Master, you are awake! When you broke down in the hangar I was really worried about you."
"Jaesa my dear you know I've been rough worse. Hey I was buried alive under tons of rock once. It takes more than Baras to kill me," laughed the red haired warrioress.
Her apprentice smiled back and answered: "I know master. It is just that your death would be an awful loss not just for me and the others here, but also for the entire galaxy. You are an shining light in the darkness of the empire and thanks to you I think that the overall situation of the empire has already changed to the better a bit."
"Don't you think you are exaggerating a little bit?", inquired the young Sith lord with an raised eyebrow.
But before her apprentice and former Jedi padawan could answer the rest of Veme's crew stormed into the room. Vette, Malavai, Pierce and Broonmark. Before the young Sith could help herself she was showered with congratulations from her friends for defeating Darth Baras and foiling his plans of becoming the illegitimate voice of the emperor.
Vette enthusiastically proposed that they should celebrate this victory. Veme couldn't help but smile again. Even though Baras had betrayed her multiple times, tried to kill her and was a trough and trough unpleasant and evil person she still had to thank him.
Without him she would never met any of these people, which she now genuinely called friends. During the last year her crew had become like a family to her. In fact they were the only family she ever had in her eyes, since her real family caused her nothing but pain. She deeply cared for each of her companions.
Broonmark, the at times violent Talz, who was also loyal to the core.
Lieutenant Pierce, who liked to do things in unorthodox and dangerous ways, but still came out as the winner in the end.
The kind and caring Jaesa Willsaam, the former Jedi- padawan, whose death Baras requested. Instead Veme spared her life and Jaesa decided to become the red haired Sith warrioress' apprentice, when she saw her pure and light soul.
Malavai Quinn, who seemed overly correct and socially awkward sometimes, but was nonetheless a good friend.
And of course the friendly, sometimes immature Twi'lek Vette. She was originally given to Veme as a slave from Baras, but soon the enthusiastic Twi'lek became Veme's best friend and most trusted companion.
As the team left into the main room of the Ship in order to really celebrate Veme's victory the red haired Sith found herself thinking about other Sith again. She pitied them all, for they led lives full of nothing but hatred, betrayal and fear. They would never know friendship or compassion and that's why no matter how powerful they were it would never be enough. No power in the universe could close that hole.
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Some hours later the party of Veme and her crew slowly came to an end. Jaesa and Quinn had already left because they wanted to sleep. Broonmark had passed out on a bench and was snoring quietly. Seemingly he wasn't used to alcohol. 2V was nowhere to be seen. He was probably painting another room in the same color, only new again.
Just this moment Pierce stood up and left, saying he still had to write some reports about his recent mission on Corellia. That left Veme and Vette alone.
"So Veme, what do we do next, now that Baras is defeated and the Republic is on the retreat at nearly every front?"
The female Sith warrior responded: "First of all I think we should just relax for a few weeks. We had to endure some weird stuff these last months."
Her Twi'lek friend giggled and replied: "That is for sure. Sometimes I feel like I'm in some sort of crazy computer game."
Then suddenly the blue skinned female became serious and said: "Veme I just wanted to tell you something."
The red haired woman raised an eyebrow in questioning matter.
"I just wanted to tell you that I'll always be at your side. No matter what you decide to do now, I will stay with you until the end, even when your apprentices try to kill you or something along those lines. You can count on me," Vette continues earnestly.
Veme just stares at her flattered but moved nonetheless.
Finally she spoke: "Thank you Vette. I appreciate it very much. You are my best friend and this means a lot to me. But I honestly don't think that Jaesa would want to kill me."
Her Twi'lek companion smirked: "Well, most likely not, no. Maybe you'll be the first Sith-lord who won't have to fight her own apprentices. Could be because you are the only one who isn't a complete asshole to them. Anyways, cheers for Veme the cutest and most loveable Sith in the universe." At the last words Vette raised her glass and emptied it.
Jokingly the red haired woman replied: "You do realize that you still don't get a raise, even if you try to fluster me with compliments."
"Damn it! ", cried the Twi'lek in fake disappointment: "But honestly I mean everything I say. When I was captured on Korriban I thought my life was over. Then they told me I would be given to some Sith as a slave and I thought that that could only be worse than death.
But to my surprise you were kind and friendly. You removed my slave collar and treated me as an equal. Furthermore you protected innocents from the cruelty of your superiors on various occasions and showed mercy to your enemies.
Then all of a sudden I had a Sith as friend. I owe you a lot. You helped my old gang, saved my sister from slavery and stopped me from taking revenge on the Hutt, who killed my mother, when it was necessary.
You really brought a lot of happiness back in my life. It's crazy, but this ship feels more like a home to me than any other place in the universe. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else than on your side."
The Sith is a little flabbergasted at these words but replies: "Well you certainly enlightened my life as well. Before I met you I had virtually no friends and was pretty lonely. Please don't take that as offense, but I'm glad you were captured at Korriban. Otherwise I would never have met you."
"No offense taken", teased Vette: "It's true, without your favorite Twi'lek you would probably cry yourself to sleep every night. But I think I might be off worse as well without you. It does help that you are really cute as well."
Blushing lightly Veme stuttered: "Thanks… I guess. But I fear that isn't the common opinion."
"Don't be shy now Veme, you are actually drop dead gorgeous. Everyone who says otherwise just because of those scars in your face is a stupid jerk. I for my part think that they make you look kind of sexy."
Now the young Sith warrioress was blushing furiously. Her Twi'lek companion continued: "You know what my Sith lord? I'm going to do something I wanted to do for a long time now."
Suddenly Vette leaned over the table and pressed her lips against those of Veme in a passionate kiss. The young Sith's eyes widened in shock and surprise, but she felt pleasant almost electric waves jolted trough her lips.
After what seemed like a small eternity Vette pulled away again: "I'm sorry Veme. I maybe shouldn't have done that, but I really care about you and… I love you. If you don't return my feelings I hope…."
She was cut off when Veme suddenly crushed her lips against those of the Twi'lek in another sinful kiss. Now it was Vette's turn to be surprised. Soon enough she passionately returned the kiss though. The kiss deepened as Veme's tongue demanded entry to her companion's mouth. Eagerly the Twi'lek complied and their tongues started caressing each other.
Way to soon the two females broke apart in order to regain breath. "Wow", said Veme simply. Veme smiled and responded: "I love you too Vette."The face of the Twi'lek l beamed with happiness and then she lunged forward and kissed Veme again.
Suddenly the two were interrupted by a surprised cry. They broke the kiss and looked in the direction of the sound. Broonmark had seemingly woken up and was now sitting on the bench, staring wide eyed at the two females. After a few seconds of awkward silence he mumbled something that sounded like the Talz- Version of "Man I must be really drunk" and passed out again.
"That was a close one", sighed Veme. "Ah doesn't matter. The others will soon enough know it anyways. After all Jaesa can read us like open books," shrugged Vette :"But I think we should nonetheless move this conversation to your personal bedroom, don't you think my Sith Lord?"
The human female blushed slightly but smirked anyways: "What are we waiting for? Let's go."