Preview of Chapter 8 at the end
Chapter 7- Let it Go
That turned out to be the most uncomfortable fuck Elsa ever had! She told her new friend to go out first! She had to fix her makeup and smooth out her clothes. Her most recent lover of course didn't have clothes, so it was natural that he left the washroom first.
Still, he was hung like a "bantha", so getting ravished by a Wookie was another new thing to add to her list of depraved one-night stands. The washroom was located in the far back area of the aging Planetary Transport that Elsa needed to take to the Equator to retrieve her new ship in order to leave Tatooine.
Making crazy monkey-love in a room only four feet square was not only ridiculous, but dangerous as well. She inadvertently froze the toilet, sink and door lock when she came!
It all started when she was curiously wondering where he hid his penis when it was not erect since he did not wear any pants? The conversation eventually evolved to the point where the Wookie was more than eager to show the young Sith Mistress and they both left their seats in the passenger compartment.
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"I'll never get used to this damn heat!" Elsa exclaimed as she was exiting the ground transport that took her from the terminal to the equatorial spaceport were her ship was located. Once she boarded her Sith Fighter, it would be the last tie she and her former master had on Tatooine, having turned over everything Darth Mortis had in exchange for what see carried in her small knapsack.
But what a prize it would be if she could unlock it's secrets! Slightly larger in size than an energy plasma ball, it was larger than her small feminine hand, but weighed more than it looked. The surface resembled quicksilver but seemed to change colour depending on the lighting conditions. With neither metal or plastic surrounding it, it felt cool to the touch.
"There's only one place that might even have any information about my treasure, and though it pains me to go there, I'll have to pay a visit to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant." she concluded. "I'll have to be careful and control my hatred for the mindless weaklings who follow the pathetic path of the Jedi!"
The streets and alleyways leading to the spaceport were a haven for the thieves and denizens that lived off acquiring what they could from the many beings that came and went about their business on this arid planet. As Elsa casually walked to her destination, her mind picked up thoughts of human and alien around her.
Some random or fleeting pieces were sordid or depraved thoughts based on her physical appearance, though in this heat she did wear a light cloak over her Sith Mistress dress. Other fragments were whether she had anything of value to steal. Still others were of her station or position and what role she might play in the city. She did after all have the look of a Jedi Knight.
A fragment of mental energy did draw her attention. It was not the usual vapid aura one would expect from a normal sentient, but had the molded and manipulated feel of a user. A force user. And one that felt to be in distress.
She decided that she could afford to examine this anomaly and zeroed in on the direction of it's presence.
Like Mos Espa, she was forced to venture underground to where the bulk of the population resided. The dimness and humidity pressed around her but it only made her more eager to find this disturbance.
The presence became more palpable and erratic. Obviously its' user was clearly untrained or incapable of controlling their own power and thoughts. "This one can't possibly be a Jedi." Elsa determined.
The alley was isolated and dim. It continued for a little bit then ended in a dead-end, closed off by several buildings devoid of windows or doors. The smell was typical: humid and rank.
"Where's our money, Rufus? You were supposed to pay us yesternoon! Did ya think we wouldn't find you?" Elsa overheard.
"Please, I was... going to pay you...but I had a bit of bad luck!" A smaller figure lay prostate in the corner, surrounded by two much larger men. The larger one was holding the collar of 'Rufus's' tunic and threatened him with the air of a common thug.
Normally this would not even draw Elsa's attention. What did she care if 'Rufus' lost a hand or several teeth, or even his life. But if he was the one who radiated his power, minor as it was when in distress and without control, then finding a sentient untrained as him was might be interesting. Elsa proceeded to watch.
"Not my problem! You pay me now with credits or you pay me with your worthless hide so I can at least claim your bounty! You choose you spineless worm!" the bruiser said.
"Do something, pitiful whelp!" Elsa thought. "If you truly have any control of the force, now would be a good time!"
The larger thug pulled out a metal dagger and waved it at 'Rufus' who cringed like a coward.
"So much for this fool!" Elsa sneered. An inconsequential life taken by the strong. "As it should be!" Elsa was about to walk away.
A scream followed. Much lower timbre than she expected of 'Rufus'. Another followed, also of a lower pitch. Elsa turned around and saw both thugs on the ground squirming. Both were also clutching their throats, unable to breath.
"Interesting..., now is he doing that on purpose or by instinct?" she wondered. Moving closer, she made her presence known by a slight feminine cough.
Rufus looked up suddenly, his face a mask of wonder and confusion. With his loss of concentration, both ruffians breathed out harshly. No longer suffocating.
"Well? Finish them!" she commanded.
"Wh.. what?" was all the simpleton could say.
The two toughs were now rising, the larger one already reaching for his concealed blaster. The smaller one looking for his fallen weapon.
Elsa surveyed what was going to happen. Her left hand was poised on the pommel of her sabre, the other hand, palm open but held face down towards the ground. "Do you even know what you're doing? Or how you did what you just did?" she asked the force neophyte.
"Uuhhh...?" was all Rufus could reply.
"Why do the Gods grant power to those who should be slaves?" Elsa was shaking her head. "So, you boys want to play?" she directed the question to the larger of the two thugs.
"Beat it girlie! Or stick around after we're done with Rufus!" her target responded by waving his gun at her.
"Sad as this small creature is, he has more power in his pathetic body, than the both of you combined! I suggest you leave now. He might try choking you again?" Elsa playfully said.
Both men turned and advanced, unimpressed with her bravado. "Okay little slut, we'll start with you first, then finish him off! And you won't like what we do with you!"
Neither of the two goons were remotely a challenge for her, she evaluated. Still, it might make for a demonstration to show Rufus what exactly the Dark Side was like.
Elsa let them approach to within one metre of her before she raised an eyebrow and slightly pulled down the corners of her mouth. Both of her assailants became instantly immobile...except for theirs mouths.
"Wait, what?" was all the larger goon could say. His eyes bulged out and Elsa caught a fleeting thought from him. She could see he was surprised, but also frightened. She caught a stray thought he conceived of another young woman. Elsa could see that it was from his perspective. The image was blurry, but in his mind he was facing a slim, young girl. She was wearing a sandy brown and tan cape and dress. What caught her by surprise was the billowing red hair... and a blue light sabre. "Not again!" he gasped.
Her eyes bore into him. The fear he was radiating was palpable. He experienced being on the receiving end of the force. NOT what Rufus accidentally did just now, but with purpose. From a being with much more control. Like herself.
"So, I'm not the first one who's power you felt?" she said seductively. "Tell me who this woman was and you'll find me most forgiving." Elsa blasted the image she experienced back into his mind.
"Go screw yourself, Jedi Witch! One time was enough!" he gasped back.
She smiled back at him. "I'm NOT a Jedi!" was her soft response.
Concentrating, Elsa exerted pressure on his heart, squeezing it tighter. He began to scream in pain. "Oh, you'll find me much less pleasant than your last encounter with that Jedi!" Elsa whispered.
He kept squirming and yelling, but refused to yield any more information, verbally or mentally. Elsa kept probing his weak mind, but couldn't gather any more than the brief image she originally harvested.
"Els.. Elsanna! Jedi Mistress Elsanna!" he finally breathed out, the pain was making his face contort vividly.
"Lovely... you can live!" she released the force on his heart and he crumpled to the ground. She quickly scanned the smaller hoodlum, still frozen with her power. "Nothing from this one!" she thought to herself. "This is what the power of the force can do... Rufus!" she demonstrated to the coward.
Raising her hand, not bothering to display her skill with the blade or her ice powers, Elsa let loose a flurry of blue lightning from her fingertips. Her force powers wrapped around her prey and encircled him. He screamed and screamed! After thirty seconds, all that was left was a smouldering, burnt corpse.
With a little smirk, Elsa surveyed what effect her demonstration had to both her audience. The thug was frozen in place, but it seemed that Rufus, though stunned and frightened, was also intrigued.
"What was that? What did you do to him?" was all he could blurt out.
"That's not important right now. He got what he deserved. What is important is that you seem to have some ability yourself. Now, the question is...do you know what that is?" Elsa asked.
"I feel the force!" he said simply.
"And I'm sure you figured that out all by yourself!" she said sarcastically rolling her eyes. "Listen Genius, I'm heading off-world to Coruscant. You can stay here and be the subject of interrogation by more illiterate thugs like the last two for your petty crimes. Or you can join me while I search for this Jedi Mistress Elsanna." she lied about her true intent of the Sith Holocron she acquired. "However, you will have to earn your keep... and in return, I will help you control what you think you have within you!"
He was braver than she originally gave him credit for. Instead of bolting or feigning excuses, he approached her. "My name is Rufus... Rufus Xavier." he extended his hand.
"My name is Elsa, but you can call me Tolrah,... Darth Tolrah!" she took his hand.
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AUTHOR NOTES:
1) Sorry for the long delay. It's hard writing two stories at once, even though I love both themes. I got the theme really rolling with my CANON Frozen fic and it was hard not to keep going with it. I ended writing over ten chapters for it at the expense of my Star Wars fic. But, I will focus on this one now, and keep posting weekly or sooner. Thanks for sticking around.
2) I know you are all asking for Anna, but you can't just drop a major character in a story if you don't write from her point of view, which I can't since the narrative takes place from Elsa's perspective. Once she makes an appearance, then I can switch from third person to first person. Patience please...
3) The poll, such as it is with the small sampling has most wanting Elsa to either get fluffier or stay the same. However as some of you have mentioned, Sith are pretty cold, so don't be surprised if Elsa becomes a little vicious or cruel, she IS evil after all. Thanks again if you voted.
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Preview of Chapter 8
Chapter 8 - What's a Padawan?
She was walking to the temple. People smiled and greeted her and she nodded back. Her padawan was also smiling and chatting up a storm, but she expected that from the fourteen year old. It amazed her that she was actually able to learn control and composure when the situation demanded it. Take away the brown and tan dress and cloak. Take away the light sabre, and you would think the girl was just another teenager bound for school. Appearances were deceiving.
She began climbing the wide stone stairs when her feet and legs gave way. The bright sunlight and artificial cloudless skies of the downtown district disappeared as blackness overcame her. She heard her young partner calling her name, as if from a long distance, again and again. Finally her eyes fluttered open. Her Padawan was holding her arms and propping her up from behind as she sat on the steps leading up to the Jedi Temple.
"Mistress, are you alright? Are you okay?" her Padawan asked alarmed.
"What happened, I don't remember what just happened?" she asked in confusion.
The younger half-Jedi exclaimed, "You were just walking and began climbing the stairs when you just keeled over! Is there something wrong? Do you sense something?"
"I sense something... something I haven't felt in a long time?" she raised her hand and brushed her red-gold hair from her eyes.
