This is a fanfiction about SWtoR. While our pretty light sided Sith lord Veme Tabris and her newfound girlfriend Vette are trying to share some time together without having to doge blaster-fire at the same time, a desperate battle rages over Nar Shadda. Will they get involved? Warning this is a Female Sith Warrior/Vette Fiction and also contains major spoilers for the Sith warrior campaign. So if you still haven't played that one or if you don't like homosexual relationships you should better not read this
Disclaimer: I don't own Star wars or any Npcs that are featured in this fiction.
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A Sith and her Slave Chapter 4
Veme Tabris, Wrath of the emperor and hero of the Sith empire was entering her ship the Fury hand in hand with her girlfriend Vette, the former Twi'lek outlaw turned slave. The latter was just in the act of affectionately showering Veme's neck with kisses when Jaesa Willsaam, the young Sith's apprentice, cleared her throat noisily: "Ähm …, master, Vette, I am sorry to interrupt you but I think it might be important. We just received a holocall.
The red haired Sith warioress sighed and grumbled: "I should have known that the empire wouldn't hold out long without my help. Sometimes I get the feeling that everybody just waits until we come to solve their problems. Who is it this time Jaesa? The dark council? Darth Malgus? The hand? Or just some general who requests my aid?"
The former Jedi padawan replied: "Actually none of those. In fact it's not even an imperial call after all. The call came from no one else but Grand Master Satele Shan of the Jedi order."
Now Veme's interest was instantly stirred. "Whatever could she want from me?" She asked curiously. "Well patch her trough Jaesa."
The girl nodded eagerly and pressed a button on the holo-terminal in the middle of the room. The blue shimmering figure of the Jedi appeared promptly: "Greetings, Veme Tabris. I am Grand Master Satele Shan, as you might remember from the last time we spoke."
The young warioress retorted: "You honor me with contacting me master and yes I do remember. We spoke shortly during the "Brentaal Star" incident." Stele smiled a sad smile: "That's true. That day wasn't a crowning achievement of my career though. I didn't know your name back then but nowadays I read it quite often in battle reports. Mostly of battles the Republic has lost." "Yep, she really is that good. In the future republic soldiers should maybe just surrender when Veme enters the battlefield. That would spare me a lot of dodging blaster fire," quipped Vette.
Veme purposely ignored that comment from her lover and asked the Jedi master: "Although I'm always willing to engage in small talk with enemy leaders, might I ask why you contacted me Grand Master Satele?" "Yes of course," replied the older woman: "As I have mentioned before you are responsible for quite a lot of defeats the Republic had to endure but on the other hand, since your first appearance on the Brentaal Star I received also quite a few positive reports about you. You have a history of refusing orders from your superiors if they were highly immoral and you have as far as I know always treated our forces with respect and showed mercy to those who surrendered. On many occasions you even helped Republic soldiers. You once fought House Ulgo's forces together with Organa commandos, sved two of our soldiers from Esh-Ka on Belsavis, freed a few more of our soldiers from slavers on Hoth and Jedi master Somminick Timmns reported that you helped him on Belsavis in stopping Darth Ekkage."
"That last one wasn't completely selfless. I mostly did that one to annoy Darth Baras. You know, just some typical Sith infighting, "interrupted Veme in a playful manner. Satele Shan seemed not amused though and continued: "Anyways these were just some examples. Al this leads me to believe that you might be an honorable person at least if not a good one. I'll just put it frankly: I'm asking you for help. Just a few minutes ago the Jedi council received a distress call from one of our ships. It's being attacked right now over Nar Shadda by an imperial battleship. I'm on my way with reinforcements, but I won't be able to make it before the defenders are overwhelmed."
The red haired Sith warioress raised an eyebrow and inquired:" With all due respect Master, our nations are at war after all. I don't really see any reason why I should interfere in the destruction of a military vessel of the Republic." The Jedi master promptly replied: "The ship was supposed to transport hundreds of Jedi younglings to Corusacnt. Most of them have just started their training and are unable to defend themselves yet. The bounty hunter that is in charge of the attack has clearly stated that she intends to kill each and every one of them. The defenders of the ships are highly outnumbered and will be dead before I arrive in the System, which means the younglings have little to no chance of survival. We strictly planned the curse of the ship to only use republic and neutral systems in order to avoid an attack but the Hutts have been bribed to ignore this. It may be a military ship, but it was supposed to be a civilian flight."
Veme's brows furrowed in anger. Enraged she cried out: "This is unacceptable. I gave the dark council specific order to stop targeting civilians." "SIS spies on the smugglers moon reported to me that your ship is currently docked at the Mezenti Spaceport," continued Satele: "So I'm turning to you out of desperation. You are the new Wrath of the emperor as we have heard. You have proven to be capable of compassion. Please you can surely stop this assault. The Jedi council could even convince republic high command to release some high ranking imperial captives. I'm begging you."
The last sentence was unnaturally emotional for the normally composed Grand Master. Veme nodded and answered: "Of course. Slaughtering children is not an acceptable practice in my eyes. I will stop this as fast as I can and afterwards I'll find out who is responsible for this outrage and have him or her locked away in the deepest, darkest hole available on Dromund Kaas."
"Thank you. It is good to know that even in a place as dark as the Sith empire at least some good exists." With that the holographic image flickered out of existence. Veme sighed: "Sorry Vette, we will have to do our "sparring" later. Jaesa, tell Quinn to start the engines immediately. We have work to do."
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Meanwhile the situation looked grim for Jedi master Timmns. He, his padawan Neiya and about two dozen soldiers slowly retreated backwards through the corridors of the ship while a seemingly endless number of imperial soldiers an assault droids approached them from the front. The sounds of blaster-fire echoed from the walls. Burning beams of destruction lightened the air between the two forces. The mirilan Jedi master and his apprentice stood in front of the republic soldiers and did their best to deflect the enemy shots while the soldiers returned the fire.
The death toll of the imperials was enormous but for every fallen two new imperial combatants appeared on the battlefield while every dead republic defender left a gap in their formation. Somminick Timmns had no Illusions about this fight. They had already lost. The enemy had overwhelmed their defenses in the hangars within minutes. Except for the master and his padawan all other Jedi were already dead. The younglings had successfully been locked into the bridge but almost all of his troops were dead already and the remaining ones had scattered and tried to make desperate last stands all over the sip. The ruthless precision off the assaulters would deal with them soon enough though. Somminick's own handful of men was in a pretty bad shape. Most of them were injured, some so heavily that they wouldn't even survive much longer if they miraculously won the fight.
Suddenly Neiya cried: "Master look." The mirilan Jedi looked up and saw a slim figure with blond hair, clad in shining back armor, emerge from the enemy lines. With a quick hand gesture she ordered the imperials to stop firing. Timmns gestured his men to do the same.
The bounty hunter stepped forward, a mocking smirk on her face. In real life Zarka Haydon looked even more beautiful but her cruel eyes made shivers run down ones spine. An air of cool superiority and pure maliciousness seemed to surround her.
"Congratulations Jedi. You held out longer than I anticipated. I'm impressed but your resistance is futile."
"What do you want, monster?" asked the Jedi master, trying to stay calm. Zarka grinned and answered: "Well, I enjoy a good challenge, so I propose that you face me alone. Only the two of us without the interference of any of our troops in a duel to the death. If you win my men will… let's see… leave your pretty padawan there alive so she can tell the Republic what happened here." Neiya flinched as the intense gaze of the woman rested on her.
"And if I lose?" asked Somminick. Zarka replied: "I had some fun and can gladly continue to kill everyone on board including your cute redheaded protégée."
The Jedi master snorted in disdain: "Fine. I'll do it. But you will regret this bounty hunter. I am a Jedi master and you will not be able to kill me." "Master no! Don't…" started Neiya but she was interrupted by her mentor: "Don't worry my dear padawan. I am dead already but if I can at least spare you the same fate I will take that chance."
The young girl desperately tried to blink away her tears as her master stepped forward and calmly sated: "Be prepared to face your end bounty hunter." The blonde woman snickered: "You seriously overestimate your chances Jedi."
Then without further warning she drew both her blasters in such a quick motion that her hands seemed to blur and unleashed a burst of blaster-fire at her enemy. Only his enhanced Jedi senses saved Somminick. His lightsaber flashed up and deflected the shots with great difficulty.
Zarka snorted in disappointment while she continued firing. But now that she had lost the element of surprise her opponent easily blocked her shots and even managed to reflect one of the blasts back towards her. With a swift, elegant sidestep she avoided it but had to stop her assault in order to do so.
Seizing his chance Somminick Timmns rushed forward and slashed his light sabers after the bounty hunter. The latter avoided the assault by hastily jumping back a few steps. Even in doing so she delivered a heavy kick against the Jedi's left knee. He screamed out in pain and stumbled back. Zarka cried out in triumph and pointed her blasters at him, ready to deliver the killing blow.
She hadn't considered the Jedi masters force powers though. Even while still tumbling Master Timmns channeled the force and suddenly the bounty hunter's blasters were ripped right out of her grip by an invisible force. They sailed through the air and landed a few meters away on the floor. With wide eyes the bounty hunter looked at her empty hands. Then she backed away from her opponent. For the first time something akin to fear crept into her eyes.
Somminick, who had by now regained his composure, raised his lightsaber for the final blow and rushed at her. And by doing so he sealed his fate. Unnoticed by him the fear in Zarkas eyes vanished immediately and was replaced by smugness. It had been a mere act to compel her opponent to exactly this reaction. As the Jedi master slashed his blade at the woman in order to decapitate her she docked beneath the attack with surprising ease. Timmns' laser-sword hit nothing but empty air. Simultaneously a red lightsaber flashed up in Zarkas hand with a hissing sound.
In a wide ark she sliced upwards. An agonizing cry left her enemy's lips as the red blade severed his sword arm right off. The injured Jedi master fell to his knees, his disembodied arm twitching one last time on the floor in front of him. "Master!" cried his distressed padawan in panic.
Ignoring the pain Somminick reached for his saber, which lay right next to his severed arm, to continue the fight but a black boot kicked it out of his reach. Zarka towered over him, her facial expression one of pure sadistic pleasure. The red lightsaber she carried illuminated her in a sinister light. "Do you like my lightsaber Jedi?" she asked innocently: "I took it from a Sith I crippled not long ago."
The Jedi opened his mouth to answer but only a pained whimper escaped his mouth. The bounty hunter laughed and then said with a malicious smirk: "Since you apparently can't answer if you like my lightsaber yet: Why don't you have a closer look at it?" With the last word she plunged her weapon deep into the chest of the Jedi master. With a last gasp Somminick Timmns dropped to the floor dead.
Neiya Chault could only stare in horror at the dead body of her mentor. Tears streamed down her cheeks freely. The surviving republic troops threw down their weapons in despair and ran. "Follow them and kill them all. I want no survivors," Commanded Zarka the imperial soldiers while she deactivated her lightsaber. Then her gaze fell on Neiya who had still not moved. "And seize her!" ordered the blonde female. Finally scared out of her stupor the young woman tried to run. It was too late though.
Two imperial assault droids already grabbed one of her arms each. She struggled against their iron grip in vain while an imperial soldier unclasped her lightsaber from her belt and searched her for other weapons. "Let me go!" the padawan shrieked. After the soldier was done he gave the droids a harsh order and they immediately slapped a pair of handcuffs on Neiya's wrists behind her back. Then a rough punch with the butt of an assault rifle on her back sent her falling to her knees.
The young padawan swallowed hard and tried to stop her tears. Her master was dead and she would die now as well. The only solace was that dying would probably still be better than working in the Hutts factories on Nar Shadda.
Then the bounty hunter stepped in front of her and grinned down at her maliciously: "Oh, no need to cry my pretty one. We are going to have a lot of fun together."
Neiya went pale and her stomach knotted in pure terror. For the first time ever she suddenly wished she had never left Nar Shadda.