II

The bald woman walked down the recently deserted streets of the outskirts of Zeltros. The capital city was named after the namesake planet, a planet filled with the beauties and pleasures of life. Asajj Ventress looked forward into the darkness of the night, sensing the force drawing her ever closer to the young girl.

Ventress jumped over the housing complex's walls silently, making her way into the correct cell. Ever so slightly, she slid open the window and found her way into the girl's bedroom. As the hunter neared the bed in which the red-skinned girl slept silently, she could sense the force radiating off her sound body.

Just as the girl started to stir awake, Ventress touched her forehead, putting the child into a deep sleep. Reaching ever so diligently around the girl, the kidnapper ran to the opened window and jumped out into the crisp dark night.

Ventress could feel the anger and hatred emitting off the young Zeltron. The pair stared at each other, and still the girl had not spoken for hours since they arrived on Dathomir.

This place doesn't even look safe. What am I even doing here thought Lilea Terra. She was only twelve years old, and still did not fully understand the galaxy with its splendors and evils. Her mind started to fill with despair as she tried to look into and beyond the bleached woman standing before her.

Ventress smiled a wicked grin at the young girl, as she took her hand roughly and led her into the cavernous wasteland her sisters called home.

"Sisters, I have brought you a wondrous gift…a young one that will soon join our ranks," she harshly told the other women in the dark room. "Prepare a gathering for this little girl immediately."

The women all gathered together in tribal robes that masked their faces. Lilea laid motionless on the stone slab as the tribal women surrounded her, chanting incantations she could not follow. A witch came walking up to the stone slab, carrying a wooden bowl that held a glowing mist within it. The robed figures chanted faster and faster as Ventress watched the ceremony curiously.

All of a sudden, Lilea's red body began to levitate off the stone. She thought with amazement as the green glow from the wooden bowl began to encircle her hovering body. She tried to move to catch a better glimpse of what was happening, but she felt frozen and rigid. She could not even tell if it was from her own nervousness or from one of the spells the women chanted.

The glow circled her faster as the figures spoke louder and quicker. Even the head witch began to chant to a common rhythm, but her mumbled words did not sound the same as the others.

Abruptly, a violent wave of nausea hit the levitating young girl. She wanted to scream with pain, but her mouth was wired shut with fear. The glowing waves swarmed her very being, at points encasing her in a violent shade of green.

The changes were minor at first as her fingernails and short, sky blue hair grew longer. Even her hair began to change color, as the blue pigments blackened while her hair flowed freely toward the ground. Her magenta fingers spread thin, becoming almost unnaturally smooth. Missing the first stage of changes, Lilea noticed in fear as her arms and legs redefined themselves as they grew longer. Believing the alterations were just some delirious mirage, she relaxed a little.

In an instant, she was hit with another crippling wave of pain and the shockwaves slammed into her head and torso. Her head was on fire, and she twitched her face unbearably, not bothering to notice the less subtle modifications to the rest of her body. Her small adolescent shoulders cracked outward slightly as her abdomen tightened into a firm mould.

Ventress watched from the side as the youngster transformed before her eyes, hoping the process would pass by quickly. Her once flat reddish chest began to swell out through her tattered clothes; her waist shrank ever so slightly into itself. With a slight bend in her back her hips began to snap into womanly proportions, as her thighs and ass accompanied the rest of her body.

The robed women surrounding the fully changed woman slowed and finally stopped their chanting, and the witch set the wooden bowl down on the ground. As Lilea softly fell down to the stone slab, she gazed fearfully around her. Hesitantly, the lady swung her legs over the stone and rocked forward as her feet touched the ground. Gently, she pushed herself onto her feet, the momentum quickly carried her body forward, and she was forced to hold onto the stone for support.

Nervously, the red fingers slid off the stone, and she balanced herself as she stood feebly. Walking nervously forward toward her kidnapper, the transformed woman grabbed her pale, whitewashed hand.

"What have you done to me?" begged the woman, almost losing her balance again as she struggled to balance her swaying hips with her newly acquired breasts.

"You've only aged," shrugged the lady, uninterested in the conversation. "You are much too important to be an adolescent, so we modified your body to suit our needs."

"What needs?" asked the magenta woman, still puzzled about the recent events.

"In due time you will learn," answered Ventress coldly. As the words still echoed in the deepest recesses of her mind, the bald embodiment of evil led Lilea to her room far into the darkest parts of the cave.

As she made her way to her lifeless room, Ventress shoved Lilea onto the hard ground of the enclosed space.

"I will come get you to start your training," grinned the lady as she left the woman shivering in the corner of her room.

Lilea was beginning to nod off to sleep as Ventress walked into the clay room. The magenta woman stood nervously to her sore feet, trying to imagine what would happen to her now.

"Come with me," gritted the dark jedi through her teeth as she stared into the heart of her victim. The Zeltron followed instinctively as the duo left the room. As they entered a grand chamber, the pale woman swung around and struck Lilea across the head as she tumbled to the rough floor.

"Why are you laying on the ground, you stupid Zeltron? You slutty girls are only meant to pleasure men" smiled Ventress as she ridiculed the terrified woman.

I didn't even do anything wrong, thought the lady, as she looked into her delicate hands. Quickly, her emotions bounded into fits of anger and wrath. "I'm not even supposed to be here if it wasn't for you! I should be at home, and I will never be used as an object like the others!" screamed Lilea at her attacker.

Ventress bent over into her prey's pretty little face and spat.

Her face deep red with rage, the woman bounced off the ground and lunged, wrapping her hands around the woman's throat and squeezing.

Without another hesitation, Ventress pointed her hands at the red skinned beauty and levitated her into the air, outside of her reach.

"I can feel the hate deep within you. Use that hate, and you will become the most powerful Zeltron imaginable," stated the pale woman as she lowered Lilea to her feet. Still angered, she sighed with agitation, knowing she had been beat by the mysterious woman.

"You must learn to control your temper, to understand the fights you can win and the fights you cannot," hissed the whitewashed woman, using the force to calm Lilea's mind. "You have the potential because you can manipulate the force," she stated.

Acknowledging that she did possess strange powers, Lilea bowed her head to her heaving breasts, still unused to the weight on her ribs. With her first lesson through, Ventress left, leaving the red-skinned lady to wander her way to the gathering hall of fellow witches and to find her new life.