The Loss of Perfection
The Emperor swiveled in his chair, his wrinkled face warping as an evil grin lit up his face. His (Random, perfect, and completely loyal) secret Apprentice strode past the cloaked guards unflinchingly, her dark robes blowing lightly behind her. Pure, unbridled power radiated off her like a torrent, so much so that even Sidious was forced to avert his gaze somewhat in order to avoid the discomfort suddenly forming in his gut. Looking directly into his apprentice's eyes was like looking at your own death, and Sidious was not eager for such a thing.
Noting her master's discomfort, the apprentice's full and plump lips curved upward in a breath taking smile. Her pure teeth looked like they had been cut from pearls. Their brightness starkly contrasted with the darkness and menace that exuded off her aura like a wave. Her dark, silky hair draped down her shoulders, blending in perfectly with her crisp and freshly ironed clothes. The Emperor's red clothed guards averted their gaze as her perfect face turned slightly in their direction. They were practically blushing underneath their masks.
"Zariah Suanna," Sidious said slowly, partially distracted by the swell of her breasts underneath her robes, "Was your mission completed?"
"Obviously, Master," Zariah scoffed, not even bothering to bow to the Emperor of the galaxy, "Had I not completed it, I wouldn't have come back."
Sidious, who made no move to punish his apprentice for her impertinence for some reason, although it may have been that he was busy trying to get a good look at Zariah's perfectly rounded ass, replied, "Very good, Apprentice. Now then, let us move on to future events."
Sighing like the nineteen year old teenager that she was, she pouted and crossed her arms, "Fine, whaddya want from me now?"
"Don't worry Zariah, this assignment will be easy, all you'll have to do is . . ."
Then, out of the blue for no real reason, Zariah flew forward, literally. She flew two feet off the ground and slammed her silver, blue, purple, yellow, red, orange, maroon and black colored lightsaber straight in the surprised Emperor's chest. The Dark Lord's mouth lay open for a moment, struck with shock and confusion, but then screeched and exploded violently into a blue wave of energy. The Emperor's royal guards didn't even twitch as their master evaporated into the air and Zariah took her former Master's throne.
"Gary," She called, and immediately one of the royal guards stepped forward. Zariah cocked a brow, "Gary, where is Stu?"
"He got married to some chick named Evelangelala Zomimi Fett Skywalker, not sure why, Empress."
"That's a stupid name," Zariah Suanna muttered to herself, "Anyway, Gary I want you to send out a message out to the entire empire. Tell them that now I am in control."
Gary shook his head wearily, "Do I really have to do that? Can't you send out a telepathic message to every sentient being in the galaxy or something?"
"Of course I can!" Zariah screeched, her dark eyes changing to a blistering red, "But I have more things to attend to, just do it!"
"Fine," Gary mumbled, walking down the stairs to the elevator, "Stupid Stu, he was always the perfect one who did everything, asshole . . ."
His words were cut off as the door closed and descended. Zariah, apparently not fazed at all by recent events, stood up from her chair and began to pace, her eyes blazing with a blue fury all of the sudden.
There was still one thing to be taken care of.
000
In the slums of the Imperial City, the new Empress found herself in a disgusting alley way. Oddly enough, she didn't seem at all disturbed or even enraptured by the sights of decay and death, nor did she react to the slime and garbage that slid down the walls of the alley. No one made a move for her, not a single low level sentient tried to do anything because her beauty scared them all away.
She strode deeper into the alley, her night vision allowing to her to see perfectly in the blackness. A single person was slumped down against the wall, a mop of black hair covering his face. A single syringe lay near his twitching hand, recently used. Using her perfect reflexes, she was able to sneak up to within an inch of him until he finally noticed her. She could have stayed hidden if she'd wanted, but that wasn't what she was here for.
The man's brown eyes flicked up at her through his bangs, "Sister, here to grace me with your presence?"
"Don't worry, Brother," Zariah declared, suddenly having a change of heart spontaneously, "I've come here to save you from your fate, the one our parents couldn't."
"I'm not your brother anymore," He snarled, standing up on wobbly legs, "My name is Ian Thompson."
Zariah felt her brother's slimy presence begin to rub off on her, "You still use our mother's last name?"
"Yeah," Ian said scathingly, "Unlike you, all you did was change your name and pretend it never happened."
Zariah burst out crying randomly, and placed the back of her hand against her forehead dramatically, "I couldn't help that she died, brother, it was all our father's fault."
"Don't try to push away blame, I know what you did!"
Zariah sniffed, having moved back into her dark side personality for no reason, "I never want to talk to you again, brother!"
Ian lunged forward, completely ignoring her beauty and her 'perfection' and snatched her wrist, his teeth bared in a look of vengeful rage, "You may have fooled the rest of the Galaxy, but I see your dark heart, and now I'm going to give you a dose of reality, you bitch!"
Stunned and overall feeling a feeling of creeping ice in her gut, Zariah let out a strangled cry. Her power was fading, and she could feel her perfection fading as her brother's 'reality' seeped into her vein and corrupted her. Her yellow eyes burned with spectacular light, and then rolled back into her head. She fell unconscious before her head even hit the ground.
Ian let her fall dispassionately, his eyes narrowing bitterly as her form lay still in the dirty alley. Out of the darkness, Emperor Sidious appeared and glared down at his staged apprentice. Despite being a malevolent dictator at heart, and being something of a misanthropist, Sidious had a higher hatred of Mary Sues and Gary Stues than anyone else, even Jedi. He had dedicated himself to killing any that he found.
"Did you change her?" Sidious demanded.
Ian mumbled under his breath out of disrespect, but otherwise nodded obediently, "I won't miss her."
Sidious nodded with pleasure, "Good, I'll make sure your fix is delivered to whatever slum you live in. Meanwhile, your precious sister will be taken to some desolate planet and hunted down; I assume you have no problem with this?"
Ian nodded eagerly, "Just give me my fix and we're all good."
Sidious rolled his eyes in disgust and turned away, a dark smile blooming on his wrinkled face as he gazed down at the fallen Apprentice. It was time to put his usual plan into action.
000
Whenever Zariah dreamed, she would usually dream of her dead parents, her dead Grandparents, and just about every other prior generation that had died because of some evil cause or another. The Apprentice always dreamed of her parents the most, because of the great tragedy that had befallen them.
When the prophecy of ultra, fantastical, mysterious, cryptic, and doom filled future was delivered to them by Master Yoda, they immediately tried to give her up to the Jedi so that she could be trained in the way of the force and eventually fulfill the prophecy. Unfortunately, on the way to the temple, Trandoshan slavers captured them and took Zariah, her brother, and her parents on a slave ship.
For years on end, she had worked as a slave among the Trandoshans until she was a grown woman, and when she finally turned nineteen, the Trandoshans killed her older and feebler parents. That had tipped Zariah over the edge, and as she killed them with her sudden command over the force, they let her because they were completely distracted by the fact that her breasts had grown by several sizes in about three days.
After she had managed to land the ship on the world of Corellia, her brother had run away and become a wasted drug addict and bitter. Zariah, being the overall perfect and loving person that she was despite having fallen to the dark side, paid for them both to go to Coruscant to see if he could get clean. Then when he didn't, her personality had reverted back to its usual evil and malicious nature and she refused to help her destroyed brother any longer.
This was the totally uncontrived back story to Zariah Suanna.
Getting up from her unconscious state was a puzzling challenge for Zariah than it usually was. Whenever she got knocked out (Which was rare, but was nevertheless good for dramatic affect) she usually rebounded with a spring of fresh energy and with no harm to her in any way shape or form, and then she proceeded to defeat the person who had beaten her with her insane lightsaber skills.
Now though, just opening her eyes seemed to be a challenge. The usual power that was supposed to come to her failed to do so, and she had to put every ounce of force into her eye sockets before they relented and opened. What met her was an inky sky with trace dark clouds drifting in the harsh breeze, something that was completely confusing to her. Hoping to get her bearings, she raised her head and immediately groaned as a pulse of pain, real pain, lanced down her neck into her chest, like someone was impaling her with a vibrosword. Zariah couldn't remember the last time she had felt pain in any form, she had always been immune to it, but now it spiked through her every limb like a poison.
She tried to breathe in deeply and force the pain away, but as soon as she drank in the oily air, she started coughing violently and hacking up an unfamiliar substance from her mouth. Breathing in desperately, she coughed some more before she was finally able to breathe without instantly coughing, and once again tried to raise her head.
Zariah failed just as miserably as before, and she groaned in pain and frustration. Both of those two feelings were completely unfamiliar to her, and she couldn't immediately recognize them as they coiled together in her gut. She felt paralyzed, unable to function, completely drained as she looked up at the sky with a panicked look. She couldn't even tell where she was, or who was nearby, and without her powers to aid her in her recovery there would be no hope for her.
Just as she was about to give up hope, a faint blue aura flickered in the corner of her eye. Confused, and feeling something in her stomach that resembled fear (Although she didn't know that it was fear at the time because she had never felt fear) she tilted her head a little and saw something that seemed familiar.
A man, wreathed in a blue aura and looking slightly transparent, was walking towards her with a calm step, looking neither surprised nor interested in the pain that she was feeling. Zariah opened her mouth, but the Apprentice's throat felt like a desert. She knew what it was of course, a force ghost, but that didn't make it any less nerve wracking. Spirits could be malevolent too.
It towered over her and said, "So Sidious has brought another one, eh?"
Zariah opened her mouth to respond, but immediately closed it with a click as her throat screeched in objection. Her eyes said it all though, "Where am I?"
The ghost stroked his goatee and sighed, "Figured that would be your first question, and since you probably won't be speaking anytime soon to ask, my name is Jack, Jack Nichols," He pointed up at the dark sky, where a faint trail of red electricity skated across the interconnected black clouds, "You're on a planet called Xeo, in the Deep Core of the galaxy. It's one of Palpatine's pet planets, where he researches, tests things, and kills people. Unfortunately for you, this planet's specific purpose is to make sure people like you are killed."
Zariah gulped and winced, finally realizing that pain was bad, and that swallowing when your throat felt like it had been stepped on was not the best of ideas. It seemed like her usual perfect memory was failing her. Jack's words seemed faint and slightly unintelligible as her brain became distracted by other thoughts born from both fear and natural curiosity. Still though, the way Jack phrased 'people like you' drew her attention and she looked up at him with raised eyebrows. Once again, she tried to speak but failed.
Jack seemed a little sympathetic to her plight but otherwise made no move to comfort her, "Don't try to say anything," He suggested which seemed to make the throb in Zariah's throat increase, "Your thoughts read a lot louder than anything you could say right now. Anyway, to answer your question, what I mean is that you're part of a species that is universally hated by pretty much the entire galaxy, the Mary Sue."
Zariah's eyes widened in surprised. She didn't know what a Mary Sue was, which was a rare thing in and of itself. It was a rare thing when she didn't know something. That drew her attention well enough and two single thoughts from her mind radiated outward.
"Why, and who are Mary Sues?"
Jack sighed again and began to speak in a practiced manner, as if he had explained it several times before, "Mary Sues were a species of humans, or in many cases mixed species, that were born with an unexplained and inert perfection. No one really knows where they came from, or how they got their perfection, but the point is that after a few generations the Sues became a problem. Their perfection made them arrogant, and believe that they could rule the galaxy, so they started to take over the galaxy. Then the Jedi enacted a mission and slaughtered every single one of them, but about ninety five percent of the population in the galaxy died. Nowadays, some Mary Sues still spring up, but now with the Jedi gone, Sidious has started rounding them all up and killing them, here."
Zariah's dark side momentarily came back, and her fury and anger came back. This was quickly replaced by her original fear.
"Why?" She wondered.
"Because, Sidious hates Mary Sues more than anyone possibly could. He doesn't want anything challenging his power, so whenever he finds one, he brings them here. He takes away their perfection, their powers, and their greatness. He did the exact same thing to you," Jack motioned to the fact that she was still on the ground, purely exhausted, "Your body is still trying to recover from your power being drained away, and that's when the Death Squads come around and kill you."
"How did he take my powers?"
"Mary Sues are easy to corrupt; usually they're so easy that even being touched for a long moment by a horribly flawed person can weaken their perfection, after that, they're so weak that Sidious can drain away their powers with his own force powers. Then he orders troops to take the Mary Sues here, and then the Death Squads come and kill them. Who corrupted you?"
"My brother," Zariah shivered in disgust and contempt, her dark side surfacing slightly.
"Typical," Jack noted, "But for now, I suppose I should help you get somewhere safe, before something happens."
Zariah was finally able to raise her head and say a word, "Why?"
Jack cocked his head slightly, "Because the Death Squads are coming."
