"Sir, you're starting to look very tense. Do you need something to calm you?" Daliaha stepped closer, feeling the restlessness coming from the man in front of her.
"No," he spoke firmly, reaching back towards his cannon. "You can stay where you are."
"Sir, is something wrong?" The twi'lek continued walking towards him, her voice casual as it echoed around the empty building.
"I said stay where you are, who ever you are." Aric glanced over his shoulder, keeping the twi'lek in his line of sight. Pulling his cannon over his shoulder, he held it at the ready should a fight break out.
"Who ever I am?" She laughed, "Why Commander Jorgan, you know who I am, Sargent Daliaha. Perhaps it has been a while since you have been in the field." The twi'lek started circling him, keeping his vision occupied on her.
He grunted, "Hmpf. Who ever you are, you're not a Sargent."
She pouted, throwing down her arms in defeat, "Really? How could you know that, Cathar?"
"Call it instinct." His face began to twist, the feeling of worry for his wife was starting to become overwhelming. What was going on back on Coruscant?
She laughed at his face, "Instinct? If you had real instinct, you would've stayed home. I'm sure your wife would've liked that." Jorgan's teeth began to show, his composure finally giving way to his anger. "Oops, did I hit a sore spot?"Dailiaha began to laugh harder, throwing her head back as she held her chest. "This was too easy, though. We were expecting the Colonel of Havoc Squad and her pet to at least put up a fight. But, I guess the master was right, the Republic really is pitiful."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Jorgan's voice was deep with anger, his eyes seeing red. All he wanted to do was pull the trigger, blow this twi'lek away and get back to the senate. His fingers started to take a firmer hold of his cannon's firing mechanism as he struggled to have the upper hand of the situation.
"Who are you?" Nalondra demanded from the woman in front of her. Whoever she was, she was corrupt. Her eyes glowed a deep red and veins covered her face. Was this really the dark side? Was that the power it had?
"I really detest this hairstyle," the woman spoke, "I don't know how you military girls do it, hiding your hair." In a slow pull, the mysterious woman undid her hair that was secured behind her head. With a shake, her hair flowed down at shoulder length, "Much better."
Nalondra pulled her pistol from her holster, aiming it at the woman's face, not hesitant to pull the trigger.
"Tell me who you are, or I will blow your head off your shoulders."
The woman laughed at Nalondra, "You can try if you want, it isn't going to do a damn thing. As for who I am, you might've heard of me. Or, at the very least, my master." The women continue to stare at each other in silence as Nalondra readied her gun. Without hesitation, she fired, straight for the sith's face. It seemed as though her blast was going to hit the intruder in the middle of her forehead, before stopping dead in it's tracks and dissolving, defeated.
"I told you, you could try, but not a scratch." The sith laughed once again, her voice echoing throughout the high office. Nalondra fired four more times in rapid succession, all stopping short of the woman before her as she held out her hand as a shield. "You really don't learn, do you?" The sith slowly walked towards the officer, throwing chairs and small tables throughout the room. "You can't touch me. Now, let me show you the true power of the sith. Maybe then you'll come quietly. I would hate to do harm to your sexy, curvy body. I'm sure my master would love to have a taste of you. After all, he is far more deserving than that alien you married."
Nalondra's body tensed up, holding her ground. Her eyes danced, looking at the damage done to the simple chairs and tables while she thought of an escape route. No use, she thought. She was going to go out fighting. Oh how her husband loved that about her, always a fighter.
"I will demand one more time, who are you?"
The sith stood in her steps, pondering her thoughts, wondering if she should tell this woman who she was. She shrugged, "I don't see any harm in it." She raised her arm up, commanding the woman in front of her to levitate in the air. She squirmed this way and that, trying to find some way to grab on to something, to no avail. "But first, lets get rid of this pesky toy." The pistol that Nalondra was holding with such a hard grip, so hard her knuckles were beginning to turn white, was ripped out of her hand. "Now that that's out of the way, maybe we can talk like ladies."
From her current state, how ever impossible it seemed, the Colonel of Havoc Squad was not going to go down like this. "Fuck you," she said, spitting onto the sith's face.
She was taken back by this, losing focus if only for a moment. The woman in the air moved just a fraction before her controller regained her authority. "That was disgusting. So unlady like. Does your husband, the foul beast that he is, really like that?" She paused, thinking, "Well, if he does, he probably would just love this." In the blink of an eye, Nalondra was thrown against the closet wall. A small cry escaped her as her body met the hard durasteel, knocking down a few weapon racks in the process. "Does he enjoy your screams as much as I do?" The sith laughed. Once again, the woman was tossed against the wall, bouncing off like a rag doll. A cracking sound came from the officer as she hit yet another wall. Pausing the woman spoke, "I guess I got carried away. Have you had enough yet? Will you come quietly?"
Nalondra chuckled, wincing at the pain that came from her ribs, "Come quietly? You have to be joking."
"Pity. The master isn't going to like bruises on you, but they won't matter soon." The woman began to choke her victim, enjoying the gasping, before closing her eyes in extacy, "I really do love the sounds you make, they make my blood race. But to answer you question of who I am, I'll tell you as you lose consciousness. I hope it's the only thing you hear in your suspended state. I hope it makes your skin crawl, your heart race in panic, and your mind beg to have it stricken from memory." Nalondra's gasping quieted as the air was leaving her body. Her eyes became blurry, the woman standing in front of her seemed to move from side to side.
In one last breath before fading into darkness, Nalondra whimpered, "Aric..." begging her husband to find her.
"That name is Jaesa Willsaam. The Emperor's Wrath is my master. I am his servant. Remember that name, in fear and despair."
"Too easy," Jasea said as she picked up the limp body in front of her, tossing her over her shoulder. Pulling out a holocommunicater, she made one call before leaving the senate.
"Pest, you had better hurry. I have her. If you make the master wait before I get back, I am sure he wouldn't mind me giving you the shock of your life."