A/N: Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars or Akame Ga Kill.
Chapter 2
(SSD Executor...5th Floor...Training Room)
*SWOOSH* *VOOM* *SLASH*
The sounds of training could be heard on the 5th floor of the Executor as it's lone occupant was going through a series of katas with her lightsaber. Said occupant, was moving very swiftly and doing acrobatics as her red lightsaber was swinging through the air like a crimson beam of death. The unknown individual stopped for a moment to take out a deep breath and let it out slowly.
The beautiful woman was from a race of humanoid aliens called Mirialians. She had light green skin and golden eyes framing an angular face, with dark green supple lips. She had on a form fitting black suit that was hugging her curvaceous figure. She had a firm round ass and B cup sized breasts that seemed to jiggle with every step she took.
Throughout the Empire, she is known as Seventh Sister. One of twelve Imperial Inquistors that were trained personally by the Sith Lord Darth Vader, to hunt down and execute the few remaining Jedi that escaped Order 66.
At the moment, Seventh Sister was using the training room on the Executor's 5th floor to prepare for an upcoming mission that Vader had personally asked her to come along for.
For anyone else it would have been a sign of dread, but for her it was a sign of pride. To have one of the two leaders of the Galactic Empire personally ask for her was a bit of an ego boost and a chance to climb the ranks.
But that was not the only reason why she came along. She also wanted to get closer to the Sith Lord for the chance to become his personal apprentice.
After taking a deep breath, Seventh Sister sat down in a cross legged position to begin her meditation. With one end of the lightsaber still on it floated in front of her and she closed her golden eyes and began her meditation.
One way or the other...The Sith Lord was hers.
Seventh Sister smirked at that. After all...Ambition was the heart and soul of the Sith Order.
(Vader's Mindscape...Surface of the planet Mustafar)
The Force is a limitless energy field that is capable of many things and incredible feats. Ranging from creating a small star clusters to a sun, from a rock to an entire planet, from cosmic dust to entire galaxies and even life itself. With incredible feats like Force Lightning and Force Storms all the way to Essence Transfer, Force Drain, and Planet absorbing rituals. Those who are truly strong and attuned with the Force in such a way can gain access to these abilities and possibly even more.
Which is why Darth Vader was not amused. Not in the slightest. Of all the places the Force had to send him, why did it have to be Mustafar? Even if it was his mindscape, the Sith would have preferred anything else to serve as the theme of his own mind.
Ignoring that for now, Vader looked down at the individual he had decided to open his mind to. She was still beaming up at him and she poked his mask.
"You and I have much to discuss." was the Dark Lord's reply as he felt the poking and prodding of his mask continuing. He was humoring jimself of the fact he has one of the oldest beings in existence right here in arms length and she was pressed up against him with no care in the world.
"Well obviously my lord or why else would we be here." came the quirky reply as she fiddled with the chain around his neck. He stared down at her impassively. It was amazing how she could be so dangerous and yet so carefree all at once. But he had a notion that her attitude was about to change all at once, when he shows her what he has.
"Do you know what this is Abeloth?" Vader asked as he pulled out the Dagger of Mortis from beneath his cloak holding it in his right hand. The bluish green aura shimmering the blade.
The Mortis Goddess quickly stepped back away from the Sith Lord and her white eyes started turning red with anger. "Why do you have the Dagger of Mortis!?" Her hands started glowing with red electricity.
Vader stared at the Goddess without fear. "I never did tell you about the time I spent on Mortis as a Jedi. I saw the Father, Daughter, and the Son."
Abeloth's eyes started to water at the mention of them.
Vader continued. "The Father was the one who held the balance between both children. His power and strength in the Force was phenomenal. The Son is the embodiment of the Dark Side of the Force and he drank from the Well of the Dark Side. That is how he came to be Wrath Incarnate in a humanoid form. The Daughter is the embodiment of the Light Side of the Force." He gave the Dagger a couple of swings before stopping.
Abeloth's beautiful face had tears streaming down them at the mention of her loved ones. It has been so long since she has last seen them or held any of them. Even though she knew they were the ones who sealed her away, she didn't hate them. She never could.
"Wh-what did you do to them?"
Vader was still staring at her. "I did nothing to them. But you have no reason to worry. The Son and Daughter are alive and well. The Father not so much. At first they were all dead for a number of years. After the Empire was here for a time I took a leave of absence and retraced my steps while being guided by the Force. I remembered the navigational coordinates I inputed into the system and it led me back to the Force signature that opened a dimensional pathway into Mortis."
Abeloth looked up at the Dark Lord with confusion and watery eyes. The electricity in her hands died and her body started to tremble.
Vader knew what she wanted and obliged her silently. The armored Sith Lord opened up his cape and held his left hand out to her. Abeloth launched herself at him and wrapped her arms around his waist. She buried her face into his neck before breaking out into heavy sobs. He wrapped his left arm around her waist and just held her.
White force energy started surrounding her in a flame like aura. Vader in turn had a red/black aura surrounding him as well in the same manner. Both of their aura's came into contact with one another.
Abeloth let out a gasped whimper at the feeling of Vader's force signature coming into contact with her own. Vader silently felt the power of her force signature and shuddered pleasantly beneath his armor. His cybernetics started whirring and clicking in response. The Dark Lord knew he had to calm down or otherwise his power would disrupt the mental connection he was establishing with her. But in this moment he did not care.
Abeloth removed her head from his neck and looked up at him with wide glowing eyes. She didn't know what just happened right there. The moment their Force signatures came into contact with one another...she felt something. Something that she honestly quite liked.
Was it possible...that they were forming a force bond?
The thought made her blush a little. It was a little obvious that the Force Goddess had a growing attraction to the cybernetic Sith Lord. Being able to get away with a lot of things, the constant flirting and hugging him, trying to goad him into a bit of fun. Things of that nature.
The Goddess knew that if it were anyone else and they even looked at the Sith Lord the wrong way, they would be dead. Without hesitation. She shrugged at the idea of it. Then again she was not everyone else. She was one of the oldest force deities in existence. She had the powers of the Light and the Dark sides of the Force. There were many, many things she could teach the young Sith in front of her. And she would.
As much as she enjoyed being near the Sith Lord, she also had her companion to think about. After all...
Darth Traya was not exactly a person you wanted to anger. The female Sith had a temper and deadly bloodlust that could not be controlled. Even her cybernetic left arm could command the powers of the light and the dark as well, she silently shuddered in desire at that but let it go for now.
Focusing her musings back on Vader, as the Goddess stared into the black soulless lenses, all she felt from the Sith was cold darkness, self loathing, hatred, and a general dislike for everyone and everything. Even then she could feel his yearning and suffering. Her divine heart ached for him so bad.
She always forgot that beneath the scars, machinery, and darkness...he was still human.
For Vader...the emotions he felt from her were just as great, if not even more so. He knew her history. Millions of years ago, she served the Father, Daughter, and Son as a servant. Eventually, over time she became a member of the family, taking on the title of Mother. The Father was Balance. The Son is Dark Side Incarnate. The Daughter is Light Side Incarnate. Abeloth is a fusion of the Light and the Dark.
She kept the peace between the warring Son and Daughter. To do so, she spent time with both of them separately.
Legends, myths, and theories spoke of how she did so, but Vader knew the truth of why she was able to bond so closely with them. But it was not his place to say and business to spread around. On a personal level, he understood why she did it. He had done something similar, one year after he became a Sith Lord.
He also knew that in order to keep the life she had, Abeloth drank from the Well of Power and bathed in the Pool of Knowledge. In doing so, she became a being of pure force power and energy. But she also became purely psychotic and madness incarnate with the light side and dark sides of the Force. The Father knew of her crime and along with the Children, left her behind and went on to live on the world of Mortis.
She wailed, physically and through the Force. She used the Force to call out to the Son and Daughter, but they rejected her causing her heart to break and the planet she was on to be destroyed. She was left unconcious and floating in space.
That was how he found her.
Coming back to his musings, The Dark Lord addressed her. "Abeloth I need to speak with you about some things."
The Goddess let go of Vader and stepped back before wiping her eyes and staring up at him curiously. "W-What is it?"
Vader took a deep breath and told her of what he found.
(30 minutes later)
Vader and Abeloth appeared out of the Sith Lord's mindscape with a gasp and they were still in the same position. Abeloth still had her arms wrapped around his neck and she nuzzled the Sith Lord with a sigh.
"If what you say is true...then we have to work fast. How much time do you have left before heading down towards Hoth's atmosphere?" she asked
"3 hours and 30 minutes" replied the Dark Lord dryly. He removed his forehead from hers and turned his head in the direction of the bed where the other female occupant was still asleep. "But I have some time to spare."
Abeloth followed his line of sight and knew automatically what he was going to do. "Vader." she said warningly. "You and I know how much she has been through. Physically, she may be in good health, but mentally she is fragile." It looked like he wanted to say something, but she interrupted him. "Yes I know you're a Sith Lord and it goes against everything that you despise, but try to be a little easy on her."
The Mortis Goddess released him and stepped back, instead walking to his left side and standing there. She stood on the tips of her toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek, before touching the ground again.
Vader let out a sigh before turning to the Goddess with a glower beneath his mask. "I will take your suggestion...into consideration."
Abeloth beamed. "You do know how to make a girl smile My Lord."
The Dark Lord decided a snarky reply was in order.
"Hmm...perhaps I should bend you over the bed and have you mewling and keening my name like a Vorn Tiger cub?" he replied.
Abeloth looked at the Cyborg Sith with instantly reddened cheeks and widened white eyes and tried saying something, but no words would come out. This time instead of trying to make words, she let out a whimpered whine and pointed to where Traya was as if to say 'just go over there.'
With a satisfied hum, Vader turned and walked over to the side of the bed where the female Sith was sleeping, before kneeling in front of her. He watched the way her curvy body was curled up in just the right way, to get a good view of her ass. He watched as her black nightgown rode up on her, exposing her back and sides. He watched as her long black hair was framing a beautiful face that looked peaceful in slumber.
Vader reached forward and cupped the young, beautiful face of the once proud leader of the Sith Triumvirate with his right hand. Darth Traya. The Lord of Betrayal and Sith Masters to Darth Nihilus and Darth Sion, the Lords of Hunger and Pain, respectively, slept here, right in front of him.
He watched as she instinctively leaned into his gloved hand. It seemed like she was having a dreamless, but fruitful rest. The Dark Lord always noticed that she would look tired every time she was awake. She never spoke much physically, but silently and telepathically she would communicate with both him and Abeloth.
He himself never understood why he was fascinated by her. It was probably because of the fact that she, like him, is an enigma. Her abilities and strength in the Force is second to none. It was said that Traya could telekinetically wield three lightsabers with such mastery while using her own lightsaber as well. He was impressed. Using Force Energy in such a way that didn't cause exhaustion would be something most useful to have in his arsenal.
As he began to move his hand from her face, Traya unconciously reached out and grasped his right with her left and began muttering incoherently, drawing him closer to her until he was neatly sprawled on the bed. Vader bit back a low growl and was tempted to pull his arm back roughly. Now the Cyborg was lying on the edge of the bed and she in the middle.
To further add to the humiliation (in his eyes anyway), Traya began hugging his arm to her chest and her head was nestled on his shoulder. Vader just lied there pissed off, grumbling, but in the end did nothing.
Abeloth had to stifle a giggle as she watched the scene unfold right in front of her. It was rare that the Sith Lord came down to visit and interact with both of them. It was mostly her and Traya alone down here. As far as she knew anyway.
Little did Abeloth realize, was that there was another force-sensitive on the tenth level as well. Her powers and strength in the force rival her exactly and may even exceed the Goddess one day. But she was kept under heavy lock and key by the Dark Lord himself and her presence carefully cloaked. Her connection to the Dark Side surpassed even him. She was very much awake and pissed. Also very unstable.
But the Mortis Goddess didn't know all of that and instead was focused on the musings and misfortunes of Darth Vader. Deciding that she had enough standing around, Abeloth walked over to the side where Vader was and unceremoniously plopped herself on his lap. She climbed onto the bed and her legs were on either side of him and she was looking down at him.
White glowing eyes stared at him.
Black soulless lenses drilled into her.
She winked.
He huffed.
She grinned.
He frowned.
"Abeloth." he growled.
"My Lord." she said in a sing-song voice. "I hope you realize that I am going to pay you back for that innuendo you said earlier."
"To be able to complete that task we must be in my hyperbaric chamber. By removing the suit here and now I could die." Vader replied dryly. "And besides...do not act as if you were not adequately satisfied."
Abeloth blushed. "That's two."
"Indeed. You and Traya are a pleasurable and comforting duo."
Abeloth snorted. "Do not let her hear you say that...and that's three."
Vader hummed and instead looked at the ceiling while Abeloth leaned forward and tucked her head into his shoulder.
As the Goddess kissed his cheek, his mechanical breath came in even bursts and caused him to become lulled to his thoughts. Knowing that he would not be able to properly sleep, Vader entered himself into a meditative Force Trance as an alternative and just lied there for the next three hours.
After all...Rest does not come easy to the wicked.
(Elsewhere...Unknown Planet...Nightraid Headquarters)
A beautiful young woman with black hair and red eyes with a stoic face was walking down the hallways of Nightraid with what could be considered a contemplative look on her face. The young woman with pale skin, a beautiful figure, wearing an all black sleeveless dress with a red tie and a sheathed katana was none other than Akame herself.
As she was walking, Akame couldn't help but be lost in her thoughts.
Lately, the young woman has been having disturbing dreams. Dreams about death, destruction, fire, chaos. Things just falling apart around her. She sees a black shadow and hear's cold mechanical breathing followed by a beam of red light...
She shudders. Akame was never usually one to be nervous about dreams. Even frightening ones. She never put much stock in them. She even had terrible dreams herself at one point or another.
But this dream for some reason...felt personal for her. As disturbing as it was. It felt like whoever was in this dream was calling out to her for...something. All she felt from the shadow was, anger, darkness, hatred, sorrow, and intense pain.
Akame felt like she had to be there for this unknown person...whoever they were. It was an unbearable need that she could not let go of...
The young teigu user walked toward the door at the end of the hall and opened it before entering and shutting it behind her quietly with a sigh.
Akame has had a long day of doing random missions with Night raid, helping Tatsumi with Incursio, and listening to the ramblings of Leone. All she wanted to do right now was be left alone to think.
Walking over to her bed, she sat down on it and dropped her teigu to the floor. She lied back on it with her legs still over the edge, and looked at the ceiling with tired eyes.
She couldn't stop thinking about the black shadowed figure in her dreams..
"Whoever you are...wherever you are...I want to find you...let me help you...why are you causing these agonizing feelings inside of me?...Why do I think about you constantly?...Why? thought Akame desperately with a shuddering breath.
These were the thoughts that currently plagued the young woman. Thought's and unanswered questions.
Perhaps, sleep would bring the answers she so desperately wanted and needed to hear. Along with the dreams and the shadowed black figure with a beam of red light.
Yes...sleep.
As the beautiful conflicted woman closed her bright red eyes, one last thought her mind.
'Why do I feel so drawn to you...?"
With that, Akame fell asleep and entered in the world of dreams once more.
Little did she know...the other women of Night Raid and a certain blue haired ice queen were having dreams of their own about the black covered individual with a red beam of light and mechanical breathing. Each of them having their own questions and unrevealed truth's needing answers to.
Little did the women know was that this individual was on his way soon and would change their very lives upside down. The Empire and The Revolution Army will not ever be the same again.
This individual has plans of his own that will be put into fruition soon.
This world will know the power of the Dark Lord of the Sith.
The Force has spoken and The Chosen One's Will must be obeyed.
(To be continued)
A/N: I know...I know. I honestly have no excuse this time. I had a lot on my mind and life just happened to get in the way. Other story ideas started making their way to the forefront of my mind. Anyway's here is chapter 2 of Chasing The Sun. I hope you all enjoyed reading it and I will see you in chapter 3.
P.S. To those who are wondering about Reach For The Stars, don't worry I'm still working on chapter eight. It will be up soon.
Thanks for reading,
-Xero
