Ch. 3
Although Kira had professed my obvious return to health, and thus rendering me ready for active military duty. She seemed inclined to keep me longer, for further more in depth and thorough checkups, which more often than not ended in the joining of us, in rather unorthodox, positions. Under the very noses of the so-called all seeing Jedi nonetheless. My glee at their blind sight is something I have tried hard to hide, a exhausting endeavor though it is proving to be. My success proves their lack all-knowing façade, I'm amazed that no one else sees them for the frauds that are.
In spite of the of all the enjoyment and pleasure I and Kira receive in the arrangement we have established, I must turn my sights to the things I need to achieve. Revenge and the ever present goal of total galactic dominance. My goals have been clouded by this, entertaining and endearing though it is, foolish arrangement. It is wasting precious and limited time. I must move and move swiftly, my surprise advantage must not be wasted. Although it is helping me, this escapade, like exercise. Very, very pleasurable exercise. Nonetheless, Kira is easily replaced.
I must end this endeavor, swiftly and permanently. But I must not expose myself, I must 'let her down softly' as you would say. Vaka would be nice, gentle, sincere and sorry for what I am about to attempt. I have found myself in a awkward situation, something I am not comfortable or accustomed with. I must explain to her it was a one-night-stand that just didn't seem to end. I must not let her hate or resent me or my report for active duty might mysteriously disappear. It goes like the eons old saying 'a blast bolt to the balls hath no fury like a woman scorned'. Powerful and dully noted phase in and of itself.
My deep and troubling thoughts were interrupted by the single door to my quarters slowly opening, proceeded by the very woman of my thoughts, Kira Valrean. Surprisingly bringing my morning meal with her, arrayed with various of types of food, the best credits can buy I'm sure. Another surprise was her clothing, her normal uniform absent from her person. Kira sported a causal attire, more appropriate for a stroll in the park, or a day associating with close friends than for a checkup of one's patient. Even more disturbing was her lack of foot wear. Her bare feet free for all to see, pink colored toes wiggling on the cold floor of my humble abode.
Kira's large, and thoroughly played with breasts by yours truly, were jiggling as she pushed the door open with her foot, toes curling on the doorknob, while her well formed hips swayed with the motion. Thus succeeding in effortless rendering me distracted from helping her which of course resulted in naughty and disturbing sequence of images to appear and arouse me once again. I quickly concluded that was the desired reaction Kira was wanting and hoping for. Clues from her quite proud smirk, not without pink tinted blush, quickly followed by a fresh round of giggles. Snapping me easily from my thoughts.
"Do you approve?" she asked in earnest, seeming to hang on my response dearly.
I saw no need to actually, seriously, analyze her attire, so I just proceeded in my response. "Deeply approve."
She beamed in delight, seeming to light up from what I had told her. She proceeded to set my tray on small desk, that was presented to me from the Jedi not long after my return to conscious, making sure not to spill any food onto the floor. I took my time picking from my vast amount of chooses, feigning serious frustrated thought before choosing a fresh fruit from a remote planet on the Outer Rim. I grossly drew out my chewing and then took to ignoring her presence, after I offered her a small ''thank you". The small pressure on my bed showed she had not left, but had sat beside me.
"What's wrong, Vaka?" Kira asked me softly, in a hurt and bewildered tone that forced me to turn and look at her. I could easily see the barely suppressed tears, her eyes almost glowing with distress.
I couldn't help but sigh, already anticipating and dreading the coming conversation and possible agurment. Regrettably I saw no logical reason to pospone speaking with her. So I just said: "We need to discuss something, you and I."
She looked puzzled, but she nodded and scooted close to me while wiping her face, removing little tears that escaped. I took a moment to collect and prepare myself then proceeded to ask. "You have enjoyed yourself, correct?"
Kira nodded and anwered with a soft "Yes"
"You want it to continue, do you not?" I asked in a emotionless tone.
She wordlessly nodded. So I finally got to what I was going to say. "But it can no longer go on, it is not what you percieve it to be, I'm sorry to say."
She now gazed at me with a pained expression, and then almost gasped. "What?"
I then faked a look a compassion and pain as I told her softly. "I was contained here, without any female companionship for a long time. I lost control the first time we, uh, first consummated. It was nothing but blind lust. Lust that must end so I can begin my active duty. You must understand, Kira, I-
"UNDERSTAND! Understand what exactly, Vaka? That I was used, then carelessly discarded! Is that what I'm suppose to understand!?" She all but roared at me, her face flush with barely constrained rage.
"I am doing no such thing and you know it." I calmly told her then spoke again, louder so she couldn't interrupted. "I care about you, Kira, sincerely I do. But I do not look upon you as a companion, even after what did. No matter how many times we did it. I do not see you us in a serious relationship, besides the Republic needs me. I must do what I can, while I can."
"I'm nothing to you then." She was crying furiestly now, pouring down her face. "Nothing at all!"
"You mean a lot to me, know that and let go." She gazed at me in disbelief as I continued "I was not trying to hurt you but we can not and must continue, please understand!"
"For the Republic?" She asked in a hallow voice.
"For the Republic." I lied, looking deeply into her blue tearful eyes.
Kira nodded slowly and then proceeded to fling herself at me in a almost frantic embrace, burying her tear covered face in the nook of my neck. She softly whispered "Go Vaka Shiva, protect and serve the Republic. But please live,.. don't die. Please!?"
I tilted her face up, gazing into eyes, then with conviction told her. "Without question, ma'am"
She giggled, face flush, tears streaming down her face, dripping onto my clothes. "Goodbye" she murmured and then sprinted out of my room, not looking back once.
'Mission accomplished' I thought, absently wiping my clothes of Kira's tears. Instantly feeling a small amount of guilt and regret of what I had done. Hurting her, deceiving her. I growled, mentally crushing those foolish and weak emotions. A Sith does not have or need those, weaking me is what they will do. Weakening me for what I need to do, to accomplish. My revenge must not, and will not be delayed 'I are free to leave, to advance my plans. It is enough.' A evil glint appearing in my eyes, having returned to their original color red, almost seeming to glow.
'I shall leave. I shall rebuild. I shall be victorious over all. It shall be' My dark thoughts consuming me and pulling me further to the dark side, the right side.
