Star Wars
Rogue Prodigy
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away. . . .
It is a shadowed time in the galaxy, as the war between the Galactic Republic and the Sith Empire lingers on. Across the stars many Jedi and Sith alike fight one another, struggling to gain ground over the other.
The Sith Empire struggles to grow in number, making many Sith Lords desperate for disciples. A number of Lords have chosen to track down force sensitive slaves within Hutt space, rather than wait for initiates to finish their trials.
One Sith, Lord Drasus, has hunted down a strong force presence to the desert planet of Tatooine. There he plans to appropriate himself a new apprentice, willing or not. . . .
* * 1 * *
*Sigretu*
I was startled awake by a strong shock from my restraint collar. I let out a yelp and looked at the door to my cage. I was greeted by the squeal and grunt from two Gamorrean guards.
"Guugh", I let out in disgust, turning away from them.
I was met with another, stronger shock from my collar. "Ahhh! Alright! I got it." I got up and sauntered to the door. One Gamorrean tried to hand me a bowl of slop, which I stared at for a moment, considering to eat it or not. I gave it a whiff and nearly heaved.
The two Gamorreans laughed at my misery and dumped the bowl at my feet. I didn't give them the satisfaction of looking hungry. I crossed my arms over my chest and waited for the pair to cease their laughter.
Once they stopped, one pointed down the hall letting out another grunt that meant 'walk'. I tried to stay in front of them, not wanting to get caught between the pair, where the smell was three times as bad. I would've kept walking if one hadn't grabbed my shoulder and turned me to a doorway that led to a large empty room.
"What's in there?" I asked.
One Gamorrean snickered, while the other let out another series of squeals and grunts. I wasn't fluent in Gamorrean, but I got the gist of his sentence. Something about 'ready' and 'presentation'. I took a few steps into the room and saw a series of shower nozzles and knobs.
"No way", I said out loud. Not hesitating to remove the rags I called clothes and rushing to turn on the water. A burst of freezing water sprang from the nozzle and hit my body. I didn't care how cold it was, the pure relief from the dry heat of the desert was too good to pass up.
It had been so long since I'd had a real shower. I normally used some of my drinking water to freshen up every so often. Not that my odor mattered to the guards or spectators I dealt with every day. Most of them probably didn't even know what a shower was. But dancing for several hours a day on a planet with two suns, really makes one work up a sweat, regardless of being outside or not.
Once I had scrapped all of the sand and dried sweat from of my body, I let the cold water run on my face and lekku. Then enjoyed the sensation of it trickling down my crimson red skin. I let out several sighs and moans, savoring the water for as long as I could.
"So this is the Twi'lek dancer I was told about", said a deep creepy voice from the doorway.
I was startled, but I didn't let it show. I kept the front of my body toward the wall, keeping myself covered and turning my head over my shoulder. There stood someone cloaked in black robes and a hood, with blazing red eyes resting in the dark pit that was his face.
I reluctantly shut off the water and slowly reached for my rags, keeping my front to the wall. When my fingers reached my clothes, they suddenly flew away across the room, landing next to the stranger. I let out a groan, knowing exactly what the stranger was and what he wanted.
I turned to face the stranger, dropping my hands to my hips, exposing my naked body. "Is this what you're looking for, Scum Lord?"
"Hmm", the Sith hummed, more in amusement than desire. "Not exactly what I was expecting."
"Were you expecting someone taller? Bigger chest maybe?" I asked with obvious annoyance.
"Hmhm", he chuckled. "No. Someone older. Perhaps less docile."
"Huh", I puffed, walking towards the Sith for my clothes. "So what do you want?" I spat, reaching for my rags again.
Suddenly, my arm stopped on its own and bent its way behind my back along with my other arm. Before I knew it, I was floating in front of the Sith, unable to move any part of my body. I wasn't too uneasy about being naked in front of this guy before, but now I was.
"I want you to show me…"
"There isn't much I can show you, that you can't see already pal", I interrupted.
I felt my throat tighten; I was choking, but I wasn't being touched. Must be a Sith trick; same as making me float.
"Silence child", he groaned, lightening the hold on my throat. "I want you to show me how much power you have hidden within you. Guards!"
The two Gamorreans rushed into the room. I fell to my knees and pushed myself back.
"Kill her", he hissed. Letting the ugly beasts past as they readied their axes and moved closer, cornering me.
"Stay back!" I shouted.
The pair snickered as one pinned me to the wall with the blunt end of his ax, while the other swung his over his shoulder.
"Don't!" I begged.
The Gamorrean swung his blade forward, aiming for my head.
"No!" I cried, shutting my eyes.
I waited for death. Not knowing what to expect. Pain, relief, sadness, joy, emptiness. But none of which came, only confusion.
I opened my eyes to see the ax inches from face. I noticed my would be killer, desperately trying to move his weapon. I grabbed a hold of the ax that had pinned me to the wall and moved it away with ease. I pushed it away hard sending the ax, along with the guard flying across the room.
I looked at my hands. "What the?" I wondered. I moved my hands toward the other brute and thought of pushing him away as well. But before I even touched him, he had been propelled away just like the other.
I noticed the Sith still standing in the doorway. "Is this your doing?" I guessed.
"No child", he exclaimed. "That was your doing. Now you know the power that lurks within you. And with you as my apprentice, I can teach you to master your new found gifts."
"And what if I don't want to go with you?" I smirked.
"Whether you want to or not is irrelevant", he said pulling out a small remote. "I already paid for you, so you are mine regardless."
I felt the sting of my shock collar turn on and increase in strength. The pain was so excruciating that I couldn't breathe or scream. I quickly passed out as the Sith grabbed me and carried me out of the room.
* * 2 * *
I woke in an unfamiliar room made completely out of metal, but not a cage. I looked around, trying to ascertain where I was. The room was comprised of a number of bunks, which was when I noticed I had been sleeping in a real bed, rather than a pile of dirt.
"Wow. Two days in a row and I've already had a real shower and slept in an actual bed. Maybe this Sith won't be too bad", I thought out loud.
I looked around some more and saw some food resting on a table, along with some clothes. That's when I realized I was still naked.
"Ugh. I hope that creep didn't do anything to me while I was sleeping."
I quickly got up and shortly contemplated whether to eat or get dressed first. I decided to go with the latter and grabbed the clothes. I laid out the outfit that was provided and wondered whether the Sith was wanting me to be his apprentice or his personal dancer.
The outfit was comprised of black, lightly armored sleeves, which was connected to a silver bikini top. Along with an armored bottom and leggings with a short open sided skirt.
"Huh", I sighed. "Better than the rags I used to wear, I guess." I put on the clothes and was surprised to see how well they fit. The plate of steaming grub grabbed my attention once I was clad. My mouth began to water as I reached for the food and chowed down on the first hot meal I'd had in years.
Before I knew it, the food was gone and I felt a wave of satisfaction. 'That makes three great things in two days. Incredibly fortunate. But, how did this guy find me?' I thought.
I moved toward the door, wanting to discover where I was. Once cracked, I could hear the electrical hum of an ion engine and realized I was on a ship. When I opened the door fully, I was met by a protocol droid standing motionless.
"Good morning Miss", said the droid. "I am HK-M9. Master Drasus instructed me to wait here and to answer any questions you may have until he returns."
"Oookay… So, I'm guessing Master Drasus is that Sith sleazeball that walked in on me in the shower?" I asked.
"Beg your pardon Miss, but an Apprentice should not refer to their Master as 'Sleazeball'. But yes, he was the one who inspected you."
I gave the droid an annoyed look. "Inspected?! Ha! Call it what it is, Lug Nuts. Gawking."
The droid let out an audible sigh, "I see Master Drasus, didn't take manners into account when he chose his new Apprentice. Follow me Miss Sigretu."
"Wait. How do you know my name?" I asked, following the droid in tow.
"Master Drasus acquired all of your previous ownership records once he… appropriated you."
"I see", I stated. "So what is it you do for Sleazeball, Lug Nuts?"
"That's 'Master Drasus', Miss Sigretu. Please show him the respect he is due, once he returns. As for your question, my primary programming is to serve as a protocol droid, but my initial programming was for terminating… obstacles. Whatever or whoever they may be."
"Uh-huh", I said nervously.
"You have no need to worry Miss Sigretu. So long, as you don't become an obstacle."
"Hey Lug Nuts, just call me Sig. Alright?"
"My apologies Miss. I must be formal at all times and, make no mistake, I don't take orders from you."
I became slightly uncomfortable by that comment and decided to keep my mouth shut while HK showed me around the ship. The only thing I wasn't shown was my new Master's quarters; not that it mattered to me. I was amazed to discover that there were no other crew members. Apparently, Master Sleazeball is quite the pilot and fighter, choosing to keep trust out of his loop, and rely solely on his own skills.
Once HK finished giving me the tour, he told me to wait in the common area for the Creep Lord to return. I sat patiently and remembered how comfortably my new outfit felt, despite how little of it there was.
"Hey Lug Nuts", I called. Hearing yet another sigh come from the android.
"Yes, Miss?" he replied.
"How is it these clothes fit me so well? Did Master Sleazeball measure me or something while I was unconscious?"
"No", said the same dark, creepy voice from the showers.
I turned to the ship's entrance to see the same cloaked figure from the other day. I felt a wave of anger rise within me. The mixture of embarrassment from being gawked at, the frustration from being restrained and choked, along with the final straw of being attacked on his order, all made me feel enough anger to want to attack him. But I didn't, I kept my composure and stayed where I was.
"HK did that for me, Apprentice. And believe me, there are much easier and cheaper ways to get what you think I'm after", he noted.
That comment only added to my level of irritation. "So what are you after?"
"I told you before. I want you to show me how much power you have hidden within you. What I witnessed the other day, was the power of a child", he stabbed.
I started rapidly tapping my fingers on the table in front of me. "Well, what were you expecting from a born and bred Twi'lek slave girl?" I asked, with obvious frustration.
"I was expecting the years of slavery and abuse to explode forth, violently. To witness the true power I had been sensing reveal itself. To admire the death of two beasts being destroyed by the same anger and rage, that is still being caged by this lowlife girl, who is barely worth her own existence!"
I couldn't take it anymore. I charged at the Sith, trying to push him with the same force I used on the Gamorreans. But he didn't move; instead, I was the one who was thrown back. Suddenly, I was choking again while being tossed around the room, repeatedly. Only to finally be slammed to the floor to suffer an electrical shock, but not from my collar. This was so much more intense; like being shoved into a series of power couplings without end.
"This is just a taste of the power you can hold", he cried over the torrent of lightning arcing from his fingertips. "Stop holding your anger back. Give into it and it will set you free."
The lightning continued until I blacked out, once again from my so-called, 'Master'.
* * 3 * *
I spent the next several months being forced to endure grueling combat exercises, tedious strategy tests, along with harrowing torture to my body. Constantly being tested for weaknesses, so my Master could either help me be rid of them or so he could exploit them for his own personal amusement.
I studied every form of lightsaber combat, using a training saber I had been given by Master Drasus. I chose Form IV for my primary method of attack, enjoying the acrobatics the style implemented. I even found a way to incorporate some of my people's cultural dances into my fighting style. 'How Sith like', I thought. Turning something pure and beautiful into a tool to help me defeat my foes.
Throughout my training, I was taught how to infiltrate enemy encampments through various means. Whether by stealth, seduction, or even full-on assault; all depending on the circumstances at hand. I also studied how to hide in plain sight to help me gain intel on my adversaries.
I learned a variety of force abilities as well. How to sense things, move objects, and even how to conjure Force Lightning, after my Master, showed me how. I felt amazing with these new powers like the galaxy was mine for the taking.
All this seemed to please my Master, but not enough for him to lighten the amount of torture he put me through. Only if I failed a task, did I receive additional punishment. This only furthered my anger and resentment towards him.
Eventually, my Master taught me the Sith Code. "Peace is a lie, there is only Passion. Through Passion, I gain Strength. Through Strength, I gain Power. Through Power, I gain Victory. Through Victory, my chains are Broken. The Force shall free me." And it was true; by pouring my passion into my training, I gained newfound strength and power. All I needed was victory so that I could finally be set free. But, I knew it wasn't time; I hadn't even constructed my own lightsaber yet.
Until one day, Master Drasus told me it was time to build my own weapon. I knew what this meant and had longed for this day with a vicious desire. I had studied how Sith obtain their red crystals. I had to kill a Jedi, take their saber crystal, and make it bleed by pouring my rage into it.
"I'm ready", I told him, returning his training saber.
"Good", he said. "I have received information about a Jedi Apprentice that will be going through his final trial to become a Jedi Knight on Planet Onderon. He is to survive the wilds and protect a group of natives, while they move their tribe to a safer location. You will travel there and use whatever means necessary to defeat this Jedi in combat. Once done, return to me with his lightsaber for proof and preparation. Understood?"
"Yes my Master", I returned.
"I have acquired a small shuttle for you to reach the planet. However, you will have to find an alternative means of transport to return; the vessel does not have the thrusters to clear the planet's atmosphere."
Even though I couldn't see his face, I could tell he was smiling. "I shall leave at once, Master."
"One more thing. You are not the only apprentice to receive this information. You may meet others trying to obtain the Jedi's lightsaber along the way. As I said before, use whatever means necessary."
"Understood, Master." I turned around and marched to the airlock, where HK-M9 was waiting for me.
"Good luck, Miss Sigretu", he said opening the first hatch.
"Don't need luck, Lug Nuts. Not when I have the Dark Side at my disposal", I replied.
I stepped into the airlock, closing the internal door and opening the external hatch, where the cockpit of my ship was locked in place vertically. I sat down in it, struggling to strap myself in and not fall out at the same time. Once ready, I closed my hatch, detached myself from the main ship, and launched into hyperspace.
From where I started, the journey would take several minutes. I focused my rage; channeling my anger from the years of slavery and the pain from the months of torture. I could feel it; the raw power of the Dark Side, coursing through my body like a wild ocean. "I won't fail", I told myself.
I exited hyperspace and hovered within Onderon's orbit, sensing for the Jedi. Once I found him, I quickly maneuvered my ship to the planet's surface, landing in a jungle a few miles away from his location.
I moved in quietly, hoping to catch the Jedi off guard. But once I reached the clearing where I had sensed his energy, I was a moment too late. The red glow of a lightsaber was protruding from his back, with the wielder standing over him victorious.
'No!' I thought. 'I waited too long to have this taken from me.'
Using the force, I pulled the Jedi's weapon from the ground and launched myself out from cover.
"You!" I shouted, igniting the blue saber. "That was my kill! My trial!"
The Sith looked over at me and removed his hood, revealing his yellow eyes and pale human face.
"I'm sorry my dear", he spoke softly. "I had no idea that this pitiful creature was someone else's target. Forgive me for ruining your trial. But I had my orders to wipe out any intelligent lifeforms in the area. And, forgive me again, that would also include you now too."
The Sith pointed his saber at me and rushed in, hoping for me to be an easy kill. I blocked his heavy strikes, and returned with several quick slices, catching him by surprise. During the fight, I realized that he wasn't someone's apprentice, but must have been a full-fledged Lord. I didn't waver at the title during our battle; he was weak, I could feel it. 'He doesn't deserve the title of Sith Lord', I thought. 'But I do.'
I quickly changed my attack pattern and started hurling rocks and tree limbs at him with the Force, while I swung my soon-to-be weapon. But he didn't even flinch, instead, he continued his focus on me and either took the hits from debris or caught them with the Force. He then started hurling objects back at me while trying to box me into a corner.
'No. I can't lose. I won't'.
"Poor child", he said, not stopping his series of attacks. "You just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. But it's alright. Your Master was wasting his time with someone as weak as you anyway."
The Sith pushed me back into a tree behind me, forcing me to drop the saber. I looked up at him in anger as he chuckled in amusement. He pointed his saber at me and released it, letting it float in front of him. It then started moving toward me slowly and increased in speed as the Sith's laughter built.
And just as it was about to strike my center, I closed my eyes, expecting to die once again. But when I opened my them, I felt it, the burning rage of the Dark Side setting my eyes ablaze. I stopped his saber with the Force and took it in my hand, grabbing the blue saber from the ground as well.
The Sith had stopped his torrent of laughter and gave me a look of disgust. In a flash, a barrage of Force Lightning was being flung at me. I raised both of the sabers, blocking his assault, attempting to direct it back at him. In doing so, an arc of lightning caught the Jedi's saber, short-circuiting it; causing it to explode in my grasp.
"Ahh", I let out, holding my wounded hand to my chest. 'Damn it.'
The Sith didn't let up his onslaught of lightning for even a second. Sending an unbelievable amount of purple static at me, only to have it be caught by his own saber.
'This saber won't be able to withstand this for much longer', I thought. 'I need to end this.'
I pointed my fingers toward the Sith, trying to stop the shaking from the pain I was in. And then I realized; I shouldn't resist the pain, but embrace it and let it fuel me. I dropped the Sith's saber and let his lightning shoot up my body, letting the pain fuel my rage even more.
I felt the fabric of my clothes disintegrate and the armor start to heat to a red hot. I quickly removed any metal from my body with the Force, feeling parts of my skin being pulled off with it.
I then released a wave of my own force lightning, blocking his in the process. Our lightning struggled to overtake the other's; which was when I realized that my lightning wasn't purple, or even blue, but white. I had never conjured white, or even purple lightning before, but the surge of power coursing from my fingertips felt unreal.
I rode this sensation, the thrill of power, and let it carry me to his destruction. My lightning quickly consumed his and began to melt the skin from his body, leaving a standing charred corpse. I ceased my cascade and motioned over to my dying foe as he stood barely able to breath or move, I leaned into his ear.
"You may have had your orders to wipe out all intelligent life, but I was given orders to use whatever means necessary to obtain a Jedi's lightsaber", I whispered. "And, because of you, I now have no saber to take. I really can't express how aggravating that is with words."
I summoned his saber to my hands and cut him down in a single stroke, without remorse. I turned his saber over in my hands, thinking of what to do with it. I kept it with me as I walked over to the exploded remains of the Jedi's lightsaber, hoping that it's crystal was intact. Fortunately it was, but it was cracked in a few places. I went to place it in my belt, when I realized most of my clothes were burnt to ashes.
"Huh", I sighed. "I don't know why I even bother wearing clothes at this point."
I looked at the dead Sith, whose clothes were burnt even worse than mine. Then I glanced at the dead Jedi, whose robes were still in one piece.
'Wonder if I should just return to Master Drasus naked, rather than wearing those', I thought.
I took the brown cloak from the Jedi and put it on. 'Ugh. How do they move in these things.' Using the Sith's lightsaber, I removed the sleeves and cut it to knee length.
Once I tied it shut using the Jedi's equipment belt, I thought, 'It'll do. Now to find a way off this rock.'
Suddenly, a beeping noise came from the belt. I pulled out the source of the noise, to discover a communicator. Instead of scraping it, I quickly thought of a plan and answered it.
A hologram of a protocol droid appeared from the communicator. "Master Wynn? I'm just conducting my regular check in. How fares your mis…. Oh hello? Who might you be?"
"That doesn't matter. Your Master is hurt pretty bad. I've been tending to his wounds, but I don't know how much longer he can hold out. Are you in a ship? Can you make your way to us?" I kept my face and emotions as accurate as I could.
"Oh dear. Of course. I shall be there momentarily", panicked the droid, ending the transmission.
Shortly after, a small Republic vessel landed in the clearing and extended it's loading ramp. A worrisome protocol droid rushed out of the ship.
"Oh no, oh dear. Master Wynn, Master Wynn!" he shouted rushing to the Jedi's dead body. "Is he breathing? Where's he injured?"
"Relax!" I shouted. "Stay here and try wake him. I'll grab some medical supplies and a gurney."
"Yes, alright, very good", he replied. "Medical supplies are in the ship, to the right."
I rushed into the ship, closed the ramp, and took off into space, before the droid could even figure out what was going on. I quickly set the coordinates and blasted into lightspeed. Once the stars were warping past me, I gave into my impulses, and let out a loud cheer and laughed like I was a little girl.
I breathed rapidly. "I did it", I sighed.
* * 4 * *
As I opened the internal airlock, HK-M9 was standing there waiting for me.
"Welcome back, Miss Sigretu. I take it your trial was a success?" he guessed.
"In part, Lug Nuts. Where's Master Sleaz…. Drasus?"
"In his quarters Miss. He informed me that he was not to be disturbed and that I should take the Jedi's weapon from you once you've returned. Do you have it?" he yearned.
I pondered for a moment and handed HK the cracked blue crystal. "This was all that was salvageable. The rest was destroyed due to… unfortunate circumstances."
"I see. Well hopefully your explanation to Master Drasus will be a sufficient one. You know how he doesn't like failure, ma'am."
"I'm well aware", I said, trying to sound more annoyed than scared.
I started walking to my chambers when HK called after me, "Miss Sigretu? What in the world are you wearing?"
I looked down at the brown Jedi robe I was still wearing. I decided it would be best that Master Drasus not see me in these while he learns of my partial failure. I unclasped the belt and tossed it into my room, followed by dropping the robes and igniting them with Force Lightning.
"Nothing Lug Nuts. As you can see", I called back. "I'm going to need a new set of clothes."
"Indeed your are Miss", he said covering his eyes. "I shall get started on making you a new set immediately."
I stepped into my quarters and realized that any remaining burnt fabric that was on my body, was now ashes in the air. I also noticed that I had several bleeding cuts and torn skin from when I removed my armor.
'I'd better take a shower', I thought.
I walked back out of my quarters towards the ship's shower room, ignoring Lug Nuts cleaning the burnt robes, while trying to keep his eyes covered at the same time. I didn't care anymore. The only other two beings on the ship had already seen me naked, and one was a droid. 'What would that do for him anyway?' I thought.
Using the Force, I turned on the shower as I sauntered into the room. The spray of the water, igniting my nerves all over again. The fight and the exhilaration of using my Force Lightning on another being made me feel so alive; so powerful… and something else. I couldn't explain it; this new feeling, almost like my body was on fire.
My hands started moving all across my body, lathering myself with soap, washing away the dried blood and sweat. As my hands moved down towards my hips, I grazed my pussy; forcing my body to jolt forward. I caught myself, placing my hand against the wall. 'By the Force', I thought. 'That felt amazing.' I started moving my fingers through my folds; gently dipping them inside and letting out soft moans. I cupped my breast with my free hand, twisting my nipple; making it harden. I had to bite my lower lip to keep from moaning to loud; not wanting HK or Master Sleazeball to interrupt.
'Mhm… Damn… So good!' I thought, desiring more than just my fingers.
Using the Force, I grabbed the shower head and lowered it between my legs, spraying it directly onto my clit. "Ahhh, yes!" I let out softly, unable to stop the moans from escaping my chest, as the stream continued to hit my sensitive clit.
The pressure of the water and my fingers going in and out of my pussy was building a tension inside me. My knees began to buckle and my back started to arch as the tension finally released. "Ahhhh!", I let out, leaning against the wall, cumming on my fingers and shower head. I let out several deep breaths as I came down from my high. Then I noticed that all of my cuts and bruises were gone. 'What the hell? How?'
"Huh, never mind", I said, standing up and leaning my body against the wall, still trying to stop my knees from shaking.
"What happened!" Drasus boomed behind me, ruining my sensations.
"You know, you should really learn to let people shower with some privacy from time to time", I scowled without turning around.
In a flash he had me turned around, and pinned to the wall with his hand at my throat. "I SAID WHAT HAPPENED!" he yelled again, this time shaking the whole room.
"With what?!" I yelled back, grabbing his arm. "I carried out my trial as instructed!"
"No! During your trial! I sensed a disturbance in the Force that was fixated around you! Tell me everything! NOW!" he bellowed, tightening his grip.
I had had enough, feeling my eyes turn to a blazing orange. The water running from the shower ceased and the remaining droplets began floating around me. In the blink of an eye, Master Drasus was gone; sent flying through the shower room wall and slamming hard into the ship's main corridor.
"You should really learn to quit testing my patience Master", I said calmly, as I advanced toward him slowly.
Master Drasus raised his hand, attempting to choke me before I got to close. But, using my own power, I cast his hand aside and moved closer. He quickly raised himself from the floor and drew his lightsaber. In that same moment, the saber I took from the dead Sith Lord flew to my hand from down the hall and ignited.
Though I could not see Drasus' face, I could feel his nerves tighten, his doubt increase, his fear sink in. 'This is the moment', I thought.
Suddenly, I felt a paralyzing shock stem from my back. 'Who? How?', I thought. I turned my head, resisting the urge to black out for as long as possible. That's when I saw HK stabbing a shock knife into my back, attempting to go deeper.
I quickly force pushed HK away from me and sliced through his legs with my saber. And just as fast, I removed the blade from my back and threw it at Drasus, burying it deep within his shoulder. 'That'll even the odds a little.'
Drasus barley flinched at the knife, choosing to leave it where it was, and keeping his focus on me.
"I sense your fear, Master. Is this how you expected to die?" I hissed.
"Deluded child. All Sith meet their end by those they teach. But this is not the day I perish", he laughed.
Once more, I felt a pain in my back. I turned to see the spot where I had been stabbed was turning purple. 'A toxin from the blade', I gathered. I started feeling uneasy and lost my balance, dropping my saber to the floor as I watched the room spin. 'Damn it!' I thought, whilst falling into darkness once again.
* * 5 * *
I woke from my sleep in a blind fury, only to have it restrained by a splitting headache that felt like I had been kicked in the head by a tauntaun. I checked for a wound on my back, only to find that there was nothing there. 'Strange', I thought.
I rose from my bed, ignoring my headache and dizziness, and motioned over to the door. I quickly composed myself as I readied to open it when I realized, yet again, I had no clothes. I looked around the room for something to wear, guessing that Lug Nuts wasn't finished with my new ones. I grabbed a robe from my storage locker and tied it shut as I exited the room.
Once in the common area, I saw Lug Nuts replacing his severed legs. I marched over to him, trying to hide my regret from damaging him.
"Where is he?!" I barked.
"Do you know how difficult it is for a protocol droid to replace its own legs Ma'am?"
"Where is Dras…"
"Quite, Miss Sigretu. Quite difficult."
I gave up on staying angry towards him. "I'm sorry Lug Nuts. Okay?"
"Apology accepted Miss. You should learn to control your temper."
I ignored that comment. "Now where is he?" I asked.
"He's not here", he replied.
"What?!" I yelled, noticing objects fly as the room shook.
"Temper Miss. Temper", he hushed. "We're on Korriban. He went to consult with his Master, Darth Tygus, about your peculiar... connection to the Force."
"I need to see him", I said, moving toward the airlock.
"I'm afraid you can't, Miss. Master Drasus has instructed me not to let you leave this ship", he threatened, finishing his repairs.
"Don't test me Lug Nuts", I threatened in kind.
"Ma'am please understand, while my primary programming took no joy in hurting you earlier, my initial programming did so immensely. And I will have no qualms with doing so again", he said, glaring at me.
I took a moment to think clearly and decided to listen to Lug Nuts. "Fine. You finished making my clothes yet?" I asked annoyed.
"Unfortunately Miss, I have not had the time to do so, given my needed repairs", he replied with a touch of sassiness.
"I said I was sorry", I yearned.
"At any rate, Master Drasus instructed me to inform you of a task you need to complete while he is away."
"What task and why should I care", I ranted.
"He knew you would say something to that extent. However he also predicted, that you would be ecstatic about building your own lightsaber."
I felt my face curl with excitement, but was quickly confused, "But, didn't I fail my trial?"
"Not entirely. Master Drasus said for you to return with a Jedi's crystal after you had slain him. As far as Master Drasus is concerned, returning with two crystals and slaying a Dark Jedi, is enough to say that you passed. Congratulations Miss."
Yet again my face filled with joy and I felt an overwhelming sense of pride.
"I have laid out all that you will need to complete your construction. You should be well rehearsed in the steps you must take. And I know you don't need it, but good luck, Miss Sigretu", HK gestured to the cargo hold.
"Thank you", I smiled, running past him.
I stumbled into the cargo hold and found a wide assortment of saber parts and the cracked blue crystal resting on the floor. I knelt down and, using the Force, started putting the hilt of my saber together. Choosing mainly black metal with silver inlays between the segments. Making it an extra long handled weapon, nearly a full arms length. Adding three black spikes at the end of the blade emitter and a black leather wrap running down the main handle. I wanted to have a longer grip for more leverage in battle, as well as another spike at the end to make it deadly, active or otherwise. I also chose a shock resistant power cell and circuits to avoid any further saber shorts.
The final step was bleeding the crystal. I took it in my hand, focusing my thoughts on my past; searching for the darkest moments. Remembering being sold into slavery, traded between the scum of the galaxy, ridiculed by all manner of men, gawking at me while I danced. And finally, all the long months of torture from my Master; mental, emotional, and physical. I felt the hate coursing through my body like a raging ocean.
Suddenly, a bright blue light flashed from my hands, forcing me to drop the crystal. Once it hit the floor, it stood perfectly upright and started spinning. Before I could grab it, what seemed like a hologram of a woman, clad in Jedi robes appeared from it. 'What the?' I thought.
I then realized that this woman was not a hologram, but a teal skinned Togruta. She stood from the crystal, almost transparent, but seemed real enough to touch.
"This is not your only path, young Sith", she whispered. "Seek me out…. And you shall find your destiny."
As soon as she finished speaking, she faded away. I looked back down at the crystal, just in time to see it stop spinning. But the cracked crystal was no longer a vibrant blue, but a searing, crimson red. 'Yes', I thought, dismissing what I just saw.
I grabbed the crystal and fixed it within my saber's core. I screwed it together and ignited it immediately, taken aback by what came from the hilt. Instead of a solid, contained blade, an unstable, chaotic one stretched from the end.
Just then, Master Drasus entered in the midst of me admiring my new weapon. He paused, as if he were going to say something, but seemed caught off guard by my saber. That's when I remembered my fury from the other day after he ruined my fun.
"Peace Apprentice", he said, raising his hand. "Let the past be in the past and focus on the now."
I disabled my weapon and decided to listen instead of losing my temper again. "What do you want?" I spat.
"Just now, I sensed a disturbance that was identical to the one that occurred during your trial. And make no mistake, Apprentice; I am composed now, but if you do not answer my question, I will not hesitate to destroy you", he threatened.
I scowled at him, but stayed steady, "Yes… Master."
"Now tell me everything that happened just now and during your trial."
I told him what he wanted to know. From the dead Jedi, killing the Sith Lord, the white lightning, and the mysterious Togruta. All told in explicit detail; just as it happened.
Master Drasus just stood there, pondering over what I told him. He finally looked at me with his glowing eyes and shrouded face, "I will reconvene with my Master. You will take a ship, hunt down this Togruta Jedi, and bring her to Darth Tygus and myself. Is that clear?"
A puzzling look covered my face. 'Why was this woman so important?' I wondered."
"Simple enough", I said. "It will be done, Master."
I started to walk past him when he grabbed my shoulder. I whipped around and reached for my weapon, preparing to attack.
"One more thing, Apprentice….", he sighed. "Darth Tygus has ordered me to allow you to get your Sith tattoos, as a momento to completing your trial. Go into the temple and tell the Pincer Handlers, 'I have been given permission by Lord Drasus, through Darth Tygus, to receive my first trial completion tattoos.'"
Once more my pride flared up, as I ran out of the ship and into the nearby temple, smiling the whole way. Inside I was stopped by a male Zabrak that was completely covered in Sith tattoos.
"Who sent you?" he asked.
I gave him the response Lord Drasus told me to give, word for word.
"Congratulations, young Sith. Come with me", he said, guiding me down a stone carved hallway.
I was lead into a large, open cavern with magma running around it in sculpted channels. In the center stood two female Zabraks next to a pedestal surrounded by torches. Next to them were several small cages with some type of insect in each one.
I stepped up to the pedestal, unsure of what to expect. "How does this work, exactly?" I questioned.
The male Zabrak stepped in front of me, "You will stand here, restrained at your hands and ankles. Then these two will place the Pincers on your body, where they will use their burning acid to permanently mark your body. The procedure is quite painful, hence the reason for the restraints. And, using the Force, I will guide the Pincers across your body."
I looked at the pedestal with confidence. Ready to receive the tattoos that would forevermark me as Sith.
"Let's do this", I said.
"Whatever you do, do not harm the Pincers, nor try to stop them with the Force", one of the females instructed.
"Got it."
"Remove your robe and stand in the center of the pedestal", said the other.
I undid my robe, dropped it and my saber to the floor, and took my position. The Zabrak women clasped the restraints around my limbs and grabbed two insects from their cages, placing one at the end of each arm. At first they didn't move, but then I saw the male Zabrak raise his arms to my body and place his fingers at the mouth of each insect.
"What are you..?" I started, but was cut off by the searing pain at my wrists.
The Zabrak started dragging his fingers across my arms in an intricate pattern.
"Ahhhh", I groaned, feeling the acid sink into my skin.
Once he finished my arms, he moved to my forehead and down my lekku. After, he transitioned to my back, all the while I was biting into my lip so hard I started to taste blood. Next he traced his fingers over my ribcage and then made a swirl pattern across my breasts that stopped just shy of my nipples. He retraced over some lines to make more designs below my collar bone. Then he moved down to my ankles and worked his way up, at this point my mouth was so filled with blood, I had to breathe through my nose. The smell of my burning flesh mixed with the noxious fumes of the acid made me want to hurl. And just when I thought it was over, he moved his fingers to my pussy.
"Woah!" I yelled, spitting blood over the top of his head. "What do you think your doing pal?! I don't swing that way! Get your fingers away from there!"
He then made a few final traces that branched out in four different directions between my hips.
'Great', I thought between the pain. 'Looks like I don't need to worry about designing down there anymore. Might as well go clean.'
If I was uncomfortable when the Zabrak had his fingers around my crotch, then there were no words to describe the feeling that the Pincers gave me. All I wanted to do at that point was to leave, so I could hunt down that Jedi and be one step closer to becoming a Sith Lord.
Once the insects stopped, they fell to the floor and curled into dead husks. 'Good riddance', I thought.
One of the females brought me a full length mirror to show me my markings, while the other freed me from my restraints. I admired my reward, taking in the beauty of my tattoos across my naked body.
"Once you become a Sith Lord, you may choose to have the next set, if you wish", said the Zabrak male, wiping blood from his horns.
"Of course. However...", I said choking him with the force. "... no man has ever touched me where you just did, not even my abusive Master. Therefore, no man who has touched me there shall live to speak of it."
I hovered him over one of the canals of lava, listening to him beg for his life between gasps. I released him, letting him slip into the molten rock slowly, enjoying the cries of pain that sprang from his lungs.
"Take note ladies", I smiled turning around. "Next time, I would inform your canvases exactly how the process is done, and if you value your lives; ask who they would like to have do the tracing."
"Yes Mistress", they said with a bow.
I slipped my robe back on, grabbed my saber, and marched toward the exit; listening to the melting Zabrak the whole time.
