Rated T for Mentioned Sexual Harassment and Mentioned Death

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Sith Warrior – Companions

"You know Quinn, it wouldn't hurt for you to have some fun every once in a while." Vette appeared in the door to my quarters. I turned to glare at her a moment before returning to my work.

Annoying twi'lek.

She frowned at me then entered my room, she sat down on the edge of my bed.

"Oh come on!" She smiled brightly. "Lord Kamoth said we're taking Chatal out to see if he can connect with her. Apparently he wants to go somewhere desolate, it'll make it easier or something. Come with us!" She smiled even more.

"No, I wish to review the notes from our previous interrogation. And I don't seem to remember giving you permission to enter, slave." She stuck her tongue out at me.

"Whatever, I guess it's better this way. Chatal and I can talk all we want about a certain uptight Captain." She drawled as she slowly made her way out of the room. I felt my face flush in annoyance.

Don't give in.

Don't give in.

It's what she wants.

Remain strong, Malavai.

"When are we leaving?" I heard myself asking.

Damn you.

Vette smiled once more.

"10 minutes." She skipped out of my room.

We were all out in a field, Lord Kamoth was sitting a few feet away from Chatal. They were both meditating, Vette and I were to keep watch for anything suspicious.

"Quinn. Vette." Lord Kamoth opened his eyes to look at us.

"Yes, my lord."

"Yeah?" Vette chirped, clearly in a daze.

"I wish to try something." I nodded. "Sit down next to us." Vette and I sat down facing each other, the four of us forming a circle. Lord Kamoth returned his gaze to Chatal. "I am going to open a passage into one of their minds, I will guide you through it. Then you will do the same to the other, but alone."

No.

"My lord, if I may, how does this-"

"You may not." Lord Kamoth seethed. "Do not question my methods, Captain." I nodded before looking down at the ground.

"I think I'm ready." Chatal nearly whispered.

"Then let us begin."

I waited to feel the probing but it never came, I sighed relief knowing it would be Chatal trying alone. She was still weak, it would prove difficult for her and her chance of success was 14.71%. I looked up to see Chatal and Lord Kamoth's eyes glowing, Lord Kamoth's were a savage red while Chatal's were a pale blue. Vette was still, a look of discomfort crossed her face. Then serenity. Then joy. Then tears streamed down her cheeks.

All of her memories, her emotions, are being pulled to the surface.

I began to panic, my mind raced. I shut my eyes and began concentrating. My mind is not to a play place for a former Jedi, not even for my lord. I stored precious moments and information behind walls. I attempted to shield as much I could. It is likely that she will only graze the surface, if she even manages to do anything. I worked quickly, not knowing when the probing would begin. I pulled random facts and memories to the surface of my mind. She would find this, believe in her success and cease her investigating.

I felt the beginnings of a headache, I reached up and started rubbing my temples. It was a stabbing pain, as if someone was trying to gain access. I looked up to find Vette with her knees to her chest and Lord Kamoth rubbing her back. He sensed my staring and quickly retreated from her. Chatal was still meditating, wrinkles formed on her face.

She's starting.

I felt her push through my first wall in my moment of weakness, her face relaxed. I sent the prepared memories at her but she moved through them with ease. She was gentle, carefully making her away throughout my mind. Her presence was warm and soothing, I caught myself slipping, losing control.

She found the vault I had hidden, oblivious to the shields and walls around it. The vault opened to her touch and she was flooded with emotions. She took in each emotion, shielding me from having to re-experience them.

I heard, I felt, quiet sobs as she witnessed the death of my mother. Her presence grew enraged when my father sent me off to military school without a bat of the eye. She watched as I received word of my sister's death on Korriban. She mourned with the young Malavai, now all alone in the world. She watched as he grew, cold and detached. I felt her joy when I finally met someone who would listen, who I could open up to. Then she felt my heart wrench as she was shot in front of me.

Then there was a bright light. Chatal's image appeared in front of us, when I first met her on Ord Mantell. I tried to cover it but her presence refused to leave, she stayed and watched. She saw herself as I saw her, beautiful. She felt me snuff out the admiration as I arrested her. She felt my disgust when Ensign Roylan tried to take advantage of her. She felt everything, she went through each moment we've spent together, taking it all in.

Malavai.

I heard her voice. She was speaking to me through the force.

I'm here for you.

No!

I slammed down all the walls and shields I could, forcing her out. A scream rippled through my mind, I grabbed my head and my eyes shot open. The scream wasn't just in my head, Chatal was crying out in pain.

"Quinn! What did you do?" Vette cried as she hurried over the Chatal. She cradled her, rubbing her back trying to calm her.

"Captain, what happened?" Lord Kamoth stood, his voice demanding. I quickly stood up and pulled out my medscanner.

"I'm not sure, my lord." It was partly the truth, I knew what happened last but I don't know why she was in pain. The medscan found nothing wrong with her physically. She wasn't screaming anymore, she was still sobbing into Vette's shoulder, her breathing uneven.

"What happened, Chat?" Vette asked her cautiously, clearly afraid for her friend.

"I saw everything," Chatal's eyes widened. "Then everything stopped, I felt something crush down on my conscience. Everything went black, everything hurt." She closed her eyes and cried into Vette's shoulder.

"Quinn, return to the ship." Lord Kamoth spoke quietly.

"My lord-"

"No!" He yelled, now enraged. "Return to the ship, Quinn." I nodded and quickly retreated back to the ship.