IMPORTANT TO READ FIRST!
Authors notes: So this is my first story on Star Wars: The Old Republic universe. My experience in this lore is nowhere close to how much I know about World of Warcraft, so don't be too harsh on me regarding lore related mistakes that might have happened. Also some numbers (like distance) have been taken randomly, since I couldn't figure out exact proper values, meanwhile things like character height and or age should be somewhat accurate, I took some time to study SWTOR Wikipedia pages to get somewhat plausible results. Also the upcoming scenes and character relations (Satele and Theron) are 100% my fantasy so these don't hold any actual power into the original SWTOR lore. Slight spoilers regarding story progression: This chapter is going to be a slow build up, while next one is going to be very, very harsh. If you have read my previous stories, then you might have an idea how I meant it. This time I won't put content warnings at the start of each chapter, because I feel that they work somewhat as a spoilers and slightly ruin the fun. With that being said... dig in.
Revenge of The Malgus
*deep breathing* strange and distorted noise came out of the shadowy figure, dressed in black robes it sat in the middle of the dark room with eyes closed and legs crossed underneath. It simply inhaled and exhaled while trying to dive deeper in his thoughts and the mental plane.
Respirator made it sound very harsh, however the being was already used to it, his eyebrows kept twitching as his mind was going further away.
*knock* Malgus eyes sprang open and immediate anger rushed through his veins, in seconds the doors bursted out and the person behind them was floating in the air with his hands grasping his own neck attempting to remove the invisible choke hold that was being put upon him.
"What... did I tell you... about bothering me..." Malgus said in distored voice while the floating person in front of him was turning blue from the lack of oxygen. "Especially... when I'm meditating!" Malgus shouted and force pushed the person against the wall making it crash and fall on the metal floor.
"My.. my lord.. I'm sorry..." said the similarly clothed person while trying to regain his breathing after the rough impact and strangling.
As the person was done choking and finally regained his breath, immediately he got on his knee in front of the Malgus.
His name was Koril and he was one of the 5 sith servants who all were force-sensitive and trained in lightsaber fighting, their whole goal was to serve Darth Malgus as his elite guards and or to do missions on his behalf, whether it would be to command imperial squads or espionage.
Darth Malgus looked at his kneeling servant "Since you already interrupted me, tell me the reason of your arrival." He said and stared into his eyes - "And the reason better be good" he added.
Koril audibly gulped and tried his best not to mess up the sentence "My lord... others and myself included... have been wondering why are you spending recently so much time meditating... is there something on your mind?" Koril asked and already prepared himself to receive another force push or choke.
But to his surprise nothing of those two came. Darth Malgus took a deep breath, his respirator emitting the same distorted sound.
"Yes, there is." He replied rather calmly. Koril lifted his head to look in confusion.
"Satele Shan..." Malgus replied and visible anger started to boil in him. Without saying anything else he stood up, suddenly the room looked very small in comparison to his massive height, Malgus was 220 cm tall and in combination with his bald head and respirator, his posture was very terrifying.
"My lord...?" Koril silently asked with hint of confusion. "It's been weeks and I cannot escape these thoughts" Malgus said and walked towards his desk to inspect his crimson crystal lightsaber.
"That battle on Alderaan... she humiliated me..." Malgus said with hate in his voice. Then he turned towards his servant motioning for him to stand up. "And now... I will humiliate her" His eyes were sparking with raw sith energy.
Seeing that his servant was still confused and not really following what he was saying or his plan whatsoever, Malgus continued – "These weeks, I've completely consumed my mind and power in the force to reach new depths and knowledge" He said and turned on his sparking red lightsaber making his servant to slightly back off.
With a smirk he turned his head towards Koril "I know exactly where she is going to be and I will be ready to take action."
*50 light years away*
Satele's personal shuttle had just left the hyperspace. "As I remember it..." said Theron Shan while observing the advanced planet in front of him. Coruscant was visible through the ships window and it became bigger with each second as they kept approaching it.
Theron smiled as he felt warm hand on his shoulder, looking behind he saw the familiar face of his mother – Satele Shan. "I'm so happy that we could finally meet... despite what happened..." said Theron, while sounding still slightly hurt.
Satele gently applied pressure on his shoulder and smiled "I know... and as much as this was against the jedi order, I'm willing to make this sacrifice" she replied.
*Satele Shan and her son Theron had re-united few weeks ago, it was a tough time and a lot of painful explanations on why she disappeared and why it was held a secret that she was his mother, but it all was solved despite what jedi would think. Satele had stepped down from her duties as Grand Master of Jedi Order, but her rank remained and now she was doing more of a diplomatic missions that were more focused on debates and papers than lightsaber fighting.
And this was one of those occasions. Her son Theron was part of her consort as well as 2 other diplomats to travel and make agreements with powerful and wealthy organizations to make them sway towards the Republic.*
After 30 seconds ship entered the atmosphere and in few more the tall buildings of Coruscant were already flashing around them.
"Our landing place is just over there." Said Theron and turned the shuttle towards the destination.
"And we have arrived..." groaned Theron while stretching his arms. As the group left the shuttle they were greeted by 3 diplomats.
"We are honored to have you here master Shan" said one of the Twi'lek diplomats. "It's alright, thank you for the warm welcome" replied Satele Shan and bowed.
"Your belongings will be transfered to your hotel rooms and the upcoming diplomatic meeting will take place tomorrow in 10 am, meanwhile feel free to enjoy our highest quality meals and drinks in the Opera house, also the floor in which you will be staying will be on a lock-down for these 2 days so you have absolutely nothing to worry about regarding security" said the Twi'lek and bowed in respect.
"Thank you very much" smiled Satele and motioned her group to enter the Opera house.
Reaching the 345th floor they left the elevator, immediately they saw 2 human guards on each side with plasma rifles, by their armor they looked to be elite guards meant for VIP protection.
Noticing the groups stare the Twi'lek diplomat spoke "These are our top level security guards, they are well trained and no un-authorized person or being will ever pass them, just make sure that you show your ID cards resembling this floor access and they will let you pass" calmly explained the twi'lek.
As they moved through the hallway it was filled with rooms going in circle, if they kept going they would just reach the same elevator with the guards from which they arrived here.
"Ok, so Master Shan this room is yours" said the Twi'lek while pointing towards the room – A230 and handing over the ID card. The rest of the ID cards were casually given to the rest of the group.
Theron got A231 which was obviously next to his mother and the remaining diplomats got A232 and A233.
"ID cards are not numbered for obvious reasons so don't forget which room is yours" Smiled Twi'lek and nodded again.
"Your belongings have already arrived in your rooms so take a rest and enjoy our hospitality."
"Thank you" replied Satele Shan. As the diplomat had left she turned towards her consort. "Alright, do as she said, relax and or feel free to visit the Opera's bar and spend some time in lounge, just remember not to get intoxicated we have an important meeting tomorrow at 10 am."
Both diplomats nodded and went to their rooms, as the doors closed Theron looked at Satele and crossed his arms "What's wrong?" she asked while half-way through her door entry.
"It's just... I'm still thinking about what happened and your decisions regarding my uprising... also the reason that I'm not force-sensitive and I will never be able to become as powerful or great as you are..." Theron wanted to continue, but Satele stopped him.
"Theron..." she whispered. "I know that what happened to you and all of this..." she said while holding her emotions in bay. "It must have been a nightmare to overcome, but I want you to know that there wasn't a single day during my time away from you in which I wouldn't be thinking about you..." Satele said and pushed herself against the wall.
"I did what I had to do as a jedi I couldn't have you next to me, because sith could use this attachment against me, against you..." she silently said.
Theron felt her warm and soft hand on his cheek and looked into her eyes. "This wasn't any less harder for me than it was for you, my son..." she said and hugged Theron. Both stood in the embrace for a minute.
After the heartfelt moment both separated. "We should change in more comfortable clothing" said Satele and Theron agreed.
Both went to their rooms.
*Not too far away*
The warehouse doors slid open and a short human stumbled inside, just to be stopped by 2 dark clothed beings.
"I need to talk to the Darth Malgus, I bring valuable information." He smirked. Both beings nodded and stepped aside, letting the informator in.
After the 2nd doors slid open apartment like room appeared in the view. The short human carefully moved forward but immediately stopped in his tracks as he heard a deep and distored voice.
"So tell me the news." said darth Malgus. "Yes, yes." Nervously replied the informator.
"Everything goes as you predicted my lord, 4 people have arrived in the Opera house, Grand master Shan and 3 more diplomats, one of which actually look like a guard. I cannot tell which floor they are stated, but I know that they have a meeting at 10 am, but..."
Short human couldn't finish his sentence as Malgus interrupted him "It doesn't matter, I know where the meeting is going to be held as well as whom they will be speaking with." Said Malgus and started to approach the short human, the difference in height was jus comical at this point.
"They will be talking with Mecha Industries Corporation which specializes in transport and field equipment production, obviously the meeting is held with a goal to sway them towards Republic to supply them in the war against the Empire."
Noticing the informants growing confusion he continued "Unfortunately for our Republic friends the meeting won't end as they have expected, because I had already paid a visit to our guys from MIC. It will be a trap." Said darth Malgus and started to laugh, meanwhile the informant was getting very nervous.
"But... but if you know all of this why send me out there... and that I know of your plans..." he whispered and instantly regretting how loud he said it.
"My little friend..." said Malgus while brushing his greasy hair. "Let's say... I just like to use people and besides..." he looked down into his eyes. "I'm pretty sure you won't tell anyone, that is... you won't be able to" before the short human could react his eyes popped open as the room around them got ignited in crimson red, informant was impaled on the sith's lightsaber.
With disgust Malgus turned off his saber and kicked the informant away, his dead body colliding with the steel door making loud noise.
Shortly doors opened and two of his servants calmly walked inside, without saying a word they picked up the corpse and throw it in the nearby garbage container.
"My revenge is near..." Malgus started to laugh.
*Opera house*
Satele Shan was lying on her back in the comfortable bed still clad in her casual jedi clothes and brushing her forehead. Many thoughts and emotions ran through her head. Things have changed so much since she reunited with Theron. It wasn't the wisest decision by jedi standards, but then again getting pregnant with him wasn't either.
During the battle of Alderaan she fought against Darth Malgus who would have ended her if it wasn't for Jace Malcom (that she rescued from execution just moments before), who interrupted their duel just in time to turn the tides and give Satele the upper hand.
What happened next was just a common reaction, they developed feelings for each other and some time later – Theron was born.
Another layer of complexity was added when Satele kept the whole thing a secret, she was afraid to tell Malcom anything about the child due to his unpredictable behavior that could have harmed them.
Letting out a groan she sat up on the bed and started to unbutton her top. Despite doing diplomatic duties, she still dressed up in clothes that would ease her movements in case if fight would break out, she was still a jedi first and diplomat second therefore safety was something she could never take for granted.
As the last button was removed she quickly got rid of her belt and put the leathery top next to her in the bed. Underneath she wore simple black spandex bra, despite her age of 48 she was still in incredible shape. Due to her active life style and frequent training as jedi there was no signs of aging on her body. Her skin was cream colored and smooth, she wasn't very muscular, but her torso and belly looked slim.
Next came off her leather boots which she put next to her bed and stood up to go to the full body mirror.
Satele admired her looks and physique, even though bragging and self-pride wasn't something that jedi could stand behind since it could easily lead to the dark side, she was still just a woman and it made her feel good that after all these years and even after giving a birth her athletic body haven't gone anywhere.
While looking in the mirror her hands went towards her waist and unbuttoned the leather pants. Slowly she slid them down her legs exposing more of her strong and toned thighs.
She put her pants on the bed and turned back towards the mirror to fully observe herself.
Satele was indeed very desirable, standing just in her spandex black bra and matching black panties they contrasted well with her cream colored skin. If her upper half was more or less slim with exception of her slightly bigger than average breasts, then her lower half consisted of well toned and strong thighs.
Below waist she was definitely on the plus size but on all the right places.
Smiling to herself in the mirror she turned sideways and walked towards container. She bent forward to enter the code and with small beep the box slid open.
Digging through her belongings she kept searching for something to wear. Satele knew that she should pack some formal clothes, can't really go everywhere dressed as a jedi, at least not when doing diplomatic duties or for example right now, when she has free time to spare and relax by attending Opera or spend time in Lounge to chat with her consort and son.
Letting out sigh she pulled out black fabric. Unfolding it in front of the mirror the elegant black strapless evening dress came into the view.
In couple of seconds it was on her. Satele turned around then sideways then with her back facing the mirror.
Dress was very long and completely covered her legs and ankles. It also showed of her curves being very close to the skin.
Satele didn't want to overdo with stuff that's why she didn't use any necklaces or earrings. Also her signature obsidian hair stayed the same with the 4 small braids in place.
Jedi were never about "standing out" so jewelry was a big no-no to them.
Being satisfied with the black evening dress, Satele pulled out matching high heels. Nothing insane, just to match the overall color.
With heels on she returned to the mirror to look at the final results, meanwhile she heard light knocking on her door.
"Come in." She responded warmly while guiding the ID card with the force to levitate towards the door and slid through the terminal.
Theron gulped as the steel doors slid open in front of him and the sight of his mother on the opposite side of the room came into the view.
After few seconds of silence he stepped inside. "Woah..." he sighed louder than intended. Satele turned towards her son and smiled "What do you think? I hope it's not too revealing or vulgar..." she said while looking at the mirror again to do slight turns.
Theron pulled his mind out of it. "N.. No! Of course not." He said rapidly and walked to Satele just to stand next to her. "You are absolutely gorgeous..." he said without even thinking how casual it sounded.
Satele smiled "Thank you Theron." Theron's reaction was completely justified, after all he had never seen his mother to wear such clothes. Usually those were jedi themed and to finally see her in something so different was a huge surprise to him.
"Hmm..." Satele murmured while eyeing down her son. Theron was prepared for the occasion himself, he wore a stylish black tuxedo. "Ain't looking that bad yourself" Satele smirked and both cracked a laugh.
After few more minutes of fixing their clothing they decided to visit the lounge.
Floor numbers flashed in front of their eyes as the elevator descended. It took maybe 10 seconds before the elevator stopped and the doors opened.
Immediately the music and voices washed over both humans. Satele and Theron left the elevator and looked around. The lounge was huge and there were several areas one side had a concert stage which was already occupied by some alien group who performed on various instruments, the other side looked to be the Casino where 20+ tables with cards, roulettes and never seen before gambling games took place. And in the middle was the general bar area where hundreds of different races and species drank their drinks and chatted in various languages.
Everyone around them were dressed in expensive clothing it was definitely the elite.
"Let's take a seat there." Theron pointed towards an empty couch and table. Satele nodded and both sat down next to each other.
In couple of seconds a maid droid arrived "Sir and mam, what do you want to order? We have the highest quality meals in the whole galaxy and the best drinks in the universe" Theron chuckled a bit hearing those words but nodded. "I will take a glass of your best champagne and maybe some snacks, I trust you to choose the good ones" he winked. "Will do sir, and you?" robot turned its attention to Satele.
Satele knew that she couldn't get drunk due to the important meeting tomorrow, but one wine glass won't hurt. "Wine will do, just don't bring anything strong" she added and robot nodded in understanding.
In seconds it was gone. "So..." Theron said while resting his back against the soft cushions. "Here we are." He lightly chuckled, making Satele turn her head and nod.
Theron still had so many questions, in the past weeks they still had very formal relationship it felt like a wall that he wanted to tear down.
"Satele, I..." he couldn't finish the sentence before the droid had already returned. "Here is your orders." It said and with several arms in the same time put down the glasses and food.
They spent 1 hour of drinking and chatting, talking about various things diplomacy, the progress against Empire, what it meant to be a jedi, but not going too deep into anything specific.
As more alcohol got consumed both become more open and forward.
"And then I said to that twi'lek – get out of this house or I will choke you with your own hair!" Theron laughed to his own story which made Satele to chuckle and nearly spew out her wine.
After regulating their breathing Satele looked at her son. Only now she finally saw how handsome and strong he had grown. "Theron..." she silently said. "Regardless what happened in the past... or what decisions were made..." her hand rested on his shoulder. "I'm very happy that you are here with me now" Satele was barely holding her emotions. Without saying a word Theron leaned forward and kissed her on the lips, making Satele gasp in the surprise, but continued with a deep hug to which Satele responded and both hold each other in the embrace without saying anything.
After minute of embrace both backed off. Clearing her throat Satele spoke "Theron, wh..." but was immediately interrupted by him. "It doesn't matter" he nervously replied and stood up, giving his hand "Will you dance with me?" he asked. Satele looked at him dumbfounded. "Please..." the request was with deep hurt. Satele nodded and took his hand.
Both moved to the dance area and luckily for them a slow song started to play.
The pair went into the waltz embrace and slowly started to move in the rhythm of the music. Satele was resting her head on his shoulder while Theron gently held her close to him.
In other scenarios such proximity would be considered inappropriate, but due to the amount of alcohol in their blood it went unnoticed.
*Not too far away in an unknown location*
Darth Malgus was in deep meditation, the distorted sound of his respirator echoed in the room. After few more breathing cycles his eyes opened. "Hmm... strange..." he murmured to himself while standing up.
As Malgus was checking on his equipment the familiar knocking echoed in the metal filled chamber. Without looking at the doors he used the force power to open them.
After slight hesitation Jori walked in, he was a twi'lek sith servant and similarly as Koril also served the Malgus.
"My lord... I wanted to say that we are all ready, Koril and others have been already dispatched and have prepared the meeting room, trap is set." Said the twi'lek and bowed.
"Good." Replied Malgus while bracing himself against the table with his back turned.
"My lord... pardon of me asking, but I sense confusion..." said Jori while looking slightly terrified, what it he went too far by questioning his master?
Light chuckle eased his nerves, "Indeed" said Malgus with his distorted voice.
"I've been meditating and focusing all my force towards Satele Shan to understand what is going on in her mind" turning around he faced his still worried sith servant. "To scout her and eliminate any possible chance of failure..." he continued and walked towards his servant making him gulp in fear.
"I sense her emotions... but they are different than I would expect at this moment. They are not fear or anxiety, but something much more powerful..." Malgus walked behind his servant "love." he spat out with disgust.
Jori turned towards him with the same confused look. "I don't know what is going on, but I have a feeling that tomorrow is going to be very interesting" smirked Malgus and marched out of his chambers, leaving the confused servant behind.
*Opera house*
Satele and Theron were standing in the hallway both slightly intoxicated. "Thank you for the nice evening Theron, we better go to sleep now." Said Satele and hugged her son. Theron returned the hug "I love you..." he whispered. Satele's heart skipped a beat, "I love you too..." she replied and with teary eyes backed off. "Good night, Theron..." she said while unlocking her doors and walking inside.
"Good night, Satele..." sighed Theron and slowly paced to his own doors.
Closing the doors behind her back Satele leaned against them and pushed her hands to the face. This was not good and she knew it. She was filled with emotions and they were flowing out of her which was not good thing for a jedi. Satele was teached from early days that emotions must be surpressed and held inside otherwise they could have been exploited by the dark side and used against her.
And now this was her biggest fear, how could she fall for this? Being a jedi grand master, someone who every new trainee would look up for as the finest example on how to be a successful jedi lose control over her emotions.
Tears were running down her eyes as she realized the new and pulsating vulnerability she now had which at some point could be used against her.
Without taking off her dress she climbed into the bed and started to meditate, after few minutes she reached somewhat peaceful state, then taking off her dress she fell asleep.
Morning came quickly, the floating alarm clock was emitting soft sound just loud enough to awake the person, but not startle them.
Satele opened her eyes, the floating pane showed 9 am. Stretching her arms she sat up in the bed and looked around.
It was the same hotel room, except the warm light of the nearby sun was entering in her apartment. Getting up she took a shower and dressed up in her casual jedi clothes.
Fixing her trusted lightsaber to her waistband she sat back on the bed closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
After exhaling she felt uneasy about something, but couldn't figure out what it was. Maybe she was just nervous about the upcoming meeting, but it couldn't be the reason considering the fact that she have gone to similar meetings many times now.
Opening her eyes she stood up and packed her belongings, it was time to move.
On her way to the elevator she already met slightly trashed Theron who appearantly didn't have enough sleep and 2 giggly diplomats who stopped in their tracks in the moment of seeing Satele.
"It's alright, we better go."she warmly smiled and all 4 entered the elevator.
Upon reaching the landing platform floor they were met by the same twi'lek diplomat who had greeted them on their arrival.
Twi'lek bowed in respect "Hopefully the hospitality and entertainment was of your liking" she said.
"Thank you very much it was indeed a pleasure." Satele replied formaly and both bowed.
"Your meeting will take place in the Mecha Industries factory and they are ready for your arrival, this transport will take you there and it shouldn't take more than 5 minutes." Said Twi'lek and pointed towards the fancy looking limo.
All 4 bowed and proceeded towards the transport. Doors opened without even touching them and human in a MIC hat and suit greeted them as everyone had climbed in.
Immediately Satele froze for a second the same feeling creeped up her neck, something was not right.
"It's our pleasure to have you here, MIC are really interested in signing a good deal with Republic." Said the driver while shifting his gaze from the flying path to his passengers.
Limo was filled with different snacks and drinks, but none of them went as far to take anything.
As they were flying towards their destination Theron took a glance at Satele "Hey... what's wrong?" he asked her in a whisper, he was no jedi, but still could see his mother to look rather tense.
Satele shook her head "No... it's nothing, don't know actually..." she said while averting the gaze.
Meanwhile the driver had few times already lifted his hat to brush off sweat from his forehead, it made no sense because climate in the vehicle was pitch perfect and conditioning was working too.
Theron was staring at the limo driver for a minute now and his suspicions were starting to grow, his thoughts soon were interrupted "And we have arrived." Said the driver and in next seconds the limo touched the landing zone of Mecha Industries.
Everyone left the limo and the party looked around, it was indeed a factory and it was also quite loud here, enormous machines were cutting steel in shapes and pushed it forward while others were melting it.
"Follow me, this place is very noisy I can guarantee you that the guest hall is completely sound proof!" yelled the limo driver while motioning his company to follow him.
Soon they arrived to the first security doors, limo driver slid the ID card and doors opened.
As they went inside and doors closed behind them it was complete silence.
They walked through a long hallway before reaching the reception, it was monitored and controlled by a giant robot.
"Welcome guests, the companies representatives are waiting for you in the deal negotiation room number 5, just follow the hallway and after turning right the next doors on the left will be your room" said the robot in monotone voice.
"Thank you." Said Satele and all moved forward. As they walked Theron quickly looked behind to see the limo driver drinking glass of water and furiously cleaning his face, was he sick or something? Theron himself started to become uneasy, but decided not to say anything.
Upon reaching the room the doors were already open and 3 persons in suits were sitting on the opposite side of a massive squared desk.
"Please... take a seat." One of them stood up and nervously pointed towards the 4 empty chairs on the opposite side of the table.
Satele may look calm outside, but she was nearly shaking inside, her senses were going crazy something was not right.
Nodding she carefully sat down and observed the room around them. She couldn't feel anything, but the uneasy feeling was getting more stronger which actually started to make her sweat.
"So yes... the deal, I mean negotiatons... what benefits are we talking about?" the middle guy stammered out clearly looking very stressed.
The other two were not even looking at them as if they didn't even want to be here.
"We want you to supply Republic forces with military equipment, in return we can guarantee anonymity and that you will get paid well for your services... we assur..." Satele stopped mid sentence and instantly stood up, Theron quickly followed her action.
Two dark robed figures appeared from each side behind the 3 representatives.
Suddenly Satele felt enormous surge of dark side energy and in miliseconds ignited her blue lightsaber.
"What is the meaning of this?!" she shouted at them, who surprisingly in return didn't react at all.
Feeling danger very close, Satele span around but stopped in her tracks.
Her lightsaber stopped few inches from Theron. Fear consumed her as she witnessed the situation in front of her.
A sith was holding bright red lightsaber just inches from Theron's neck, and to mock the situation even more with his other hand moved his fingers in a ''No, no'' motion.
"Ah... my apologies..." a distored voice echoed in a room, the heavy steps getting closer before the large body appeared next to the other 2 sith's and the completely terrified representatives.
Satele turned back and her eyes opened in disbelief, "I suppose that I grew bored of shielding myself and my companions from you." Darth Malgus stopped and crossed his hands.
The guy was huge and easily towered over 5 other people next to him.
The main spokesperson let out a choke of cry, "I'm very sorry... they arrived first and.. and we had no choice!" he stammered out.
Satele shifted her stare all over the room, they were completely cornered and Theron was taken hostage there was no way to win this.
"What do you want?! Let these people go!" Satele shouted at the Malgus while kept looking around to see if someone was advancing on her.
Distorted laugh broke the tension. "What do I want...? You of course." He casually said and motioned his companions to round up all the civillians in the room except for Satele and Theron who stood in place.
Satele's face vibed in disgust "Then let them go, if I'm the one you need then you don't need to hold them hostage, let them go!" she shouted back.
"Fuck this! Don't give in to his demands!" shouted Theron behind her and just as quickly groaned in pain as the sith holding him hostage punched his side.
"Theron!" Satele turned towards him with fear. "Wonderful..." smirked Malgus, making Satele turn her head back to look at the huge brute.
Walking few steps towards he stopped. "As you can see there is no escape from this situation, give me your lightsaber and put your hands on the table or your friend here" pointing to Theron "Will lose his head" said Malgus and waited on Satele's next step.
Malgus was right the sith holding her son hostage would probably be fast enough to kill him if she decided to do something brave.
With shaking hand Satele started to lower her lightsaber "No!" shouted Theron, but she continued and turned it off.
Immediately she felt the lightsaber being pulled out of her hand by force and landing in the grip of Malgus. Averting her gaze from everyone she simply stared at the table in front of her, boiling with fear and anger.
"Interesting..." said Malgus while inspecting her weapon. "I believe this was the same one I cut in half back in the Alderaan, looks like that afterwards you have choosed to use it as one sided blade" Malgus said while looking at the sides of it.
"Oh and yes..." he smirked while turning towards the sith that had rounded the civillians together.
"I guess I will do as you said, I really don't need hostages" giving a quick motion with his hand the other sith ignited their weapons. "No!" shouted Satele as several screams echoed in the room in combination with slashing noises.
Satele held herself against the table, tears ran down her eyes and her whole body was shaking.
Everyone but the Theron was massacred in that room, her diplomats and all 3 representatives were hacked in pieces.
"Satele do something!" shouted Theron while earning another kick in the guts.
Malgus smirked and moved closer. "She won't do anything..." he said and applied force choke on her, Satele started to gasp for air as she was lifted from the ground, but it didn't last long as Malgus slammed her in the nearby wall, making her dizzy and coughing.
Quickly approaching her he pulled out a couple of weird looking handcuffs and with ease took hold of her hands to lock them in place.
"I will kill you if you touch her you son of a bitch!" screamed Theron. Malgus simply looked at him and started to laugh "Sweet dreams." and with a motion of his hand Theron lost conscioussness.