Warning: Implied Rape - not a flash back or anything like that but NO LEMONS - just implied. Still hope you enjoy.

Tookreek scowled at the bodies littering the floor. "Look at this mess. My gang has enough problems without a Jedi chasing Sith through our territory."

Moira rolled her eyes and said, "See this expression on my face? It's called apathy. I'm not interested."

Tookreek's scowl grew. "You should be. It effects your business here too. Our organization is under attack by a gang of Geonosians. Last week, they took over spice warehouse. Killed everyone, including a fellow lieutenant who had the only way of contacting Diago."

Moira's scowl matched his now. "What do you mean 'the only way to contact' your boss?"

"Diago hates being bothered. He got so angry, he killed a krayt dragon and gave us lieutenants one fang to share. Only the lieutenant with the kraty dragon fang can speak to Diago and that Jedi killed the man I was sending to get it."

Moira pursed her lips before saying, "I'll get you the fang and you'll get me the sensor computer."

Tookreek cocked a horny brow. "My deceased associate kept the fang in the spice warehouse. Place is crawling with Geonosians. It won't be easy."

He scratched his chin for a moment before saying, "On the upside, discouraging those Geonosians from sticking around will give us leverage with the boss. Just a suggestion."

Moira nodded and the Nikto pulled out a datapad. "I'm heading to Diago's summer palace at these coordinates. Meet me there with the krayt fang. Oh and here's the coordinates to the warehouse too. Good luck."

Moira turned and headed out of the cantina, Corso following closely behind her. As they headed towards a speeder vendor, Moira looked up at him. Corso had a distant look in his eye as they walked. Playfully, she nudged him and said, "Hey! Credit for your thoughts?"

Corso started a little and then gave a sheepish smile and said, "Ain't worth that much, Captain. I was just thinking about what that Jedi said, about us living a criminal life and such. It just got me to pondering. Do you think there could be something... I dunno... something more we could be doing? Something better with our time, our skills and our resources? I dunno;" he said, shaking his head. "I guess it just got me thinking too much is all."

Moira chuckled and said, "Come on, Corso. We do a lot of good while we travel. Remember that family on Taris and that kid who worked for Skavak? We're making sure we're leaving a place better than it was when we showed up. Besides, just think of all the good we can do when we find Nok Drayen's treasure. If it's anything like Risha claims, we can help a dozen worlds that have been ravaged by the war."

Corso was a little surprised at the earnestness and excitement she showed when she spoke. He chuckled and said, "Damn, Captain. I didn't realize you were such a humanitarian. What about 'retiring rich'?"

Moira flashed him a grin and said, "Oh I still plan to retire rich - maybe on one of those gorgeous tropical or oceanic planets like Dac or Manaan. Picture me, Corso, just lying on a beach chair with one of those fancy drinks in my hand and wearing nothing but one of those ridiculously small bathing suits that shouldn't even be legal in public places."

Corso gulped as images of Moira in exactly that danced through his mind and he felt himself beginning to blush. Noticing this, Moira grinned mischievously. "Maybe I'll be able to convince my friend to come and visit from time to time with his lovely wife between harvests on his farm. What do you think, Farmboy?"

She nudged him playfully again. Corso chuckled, "Maybe; but I don't know if that particular friend will want to have a farm. Maybe he'd rather stay adventuring and maybe he'd rather find someone that way. Maybe he's looking for a lady who ain't afraid to buckle on a blaster and to get grease on her clothes and a little dirt on her face."

Moira was a little surprised. She looked at him while he was examining the speeders in front of them. "Here you go, Captain - swoop bike like this should do nicely. It's fast, has a transparasteel windshield to keep most of the dust and sand out of your eyes and it's big enough for two."

Moira nodded and examined it. It looked alright and Corso was already checking the maintenance access panels. When he straightened up and wiped the grime from his hands on a rag from his cargo pocket, she asked, "Well what's the prognosis, Doctor?"

Corso chuckled and said, "She's beautiful. She'll serve us just fine."

They lied down on a dune outside of the warehouse. Well - warehouse was one way to describe it. The place was a small fortress complete with walls and defense weapons that were pretty much useless now. Geonosians were swarming in and out all over the place. "How are we supposed to get in there?" muttered Moira. Corso was wondering the same thing. The damned bugs could fly for kriffs-sake. They contemplated the problem for almost an hour when suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, there were howling war cries heard off to the west of them. "What the hell?" cried Moira. Corso didn't really care. He leaped up and lifted her to her feet, pointing towards the structure. "Look! The bugs are all heading that way. Come on, let's go!"

They pelted down the hill, weapons ready in case they were seen. To their relief, the bugs were too focused on the attack to notice them and they managed to slip inside. There were a couple dozen Geonosians inside as well but Moira wasn't worried. They seemed too only be armed with electropikes and weird, bulky sonic weapons. When one of them saw her and Corso and gave a weird, clicking shriek, she blasted it. The others swarmed towards them and they found themselves fighting a retreating battle throughout the shelves, crates and containers in the building. "Keep your eyes open for a corps with a krayt fang on it?" yelled Moira over the roar of blaster fire. They circled around another stack of boxes when Corso saw a stair case. He called to Moira, "Hey, let's head up. We could use some high ground right about now."

They did and found that there were a couple rooms at the top along a catwalk. Picking one at random, the rushed inside, hoping to find some safety from the Geonosians. Corso slapped the door control and it closed and suddenly, Moira burst out laughing. Corso frowns as he locked the down the door. "What's up, Captain?"

Moira was still chuckling and she tapped his shoulder and pointed. There on the table sat a large, serated tooth with a chain through it. Corso shook his head in utter disbelief before going to pick it up. He held it up for both of them to see. "Gnarly looking thing, ain't it?"

Moira nodded and said, "Okay. Part one complete. Ready for part two?"

Before the merc could answer, the sounds from the other side of the door changed. It became quiet and suddenly, a glowing red beam of energy slashed precisely through the door control and Moira gasped. Looking down at her, Corso was shocked to see terror in her eyes. "Captain?"

The door hissed open and a tall, pale and undeniably beautiful woman walked through wearing a red skirt and a short cropped, sleeveless red shirt. Her eyes were glowing yellow and on her hip was a lightsaber. Corso had heard of Sith before. Everyone had but this was the first time he had seen one with his own eyes. She smiled and said in a smooth, cultured voice, "While I'm pleased Diago responded to my provocation, I was expecting a bit more. Is that absurd little trophy the reason Diago sent you here?"

Moira mustered her courage and said in a level and sarcastic voice, "This krayt dragon tooth is the key to Diago's heart. Didn't you know?"

To their surprise, the Sith actually chuckled, "You're funny. I suppose I can work with that. My name is Vaverone Zare and I'm interested in striking a bargain with Diago Hixan."

Moira's voice became hard and her fingers began to twitch, a sign she really wanted to go for her blasters. "I met a Jedi who said you were pure evil."

Clasping her arms behind her, Zare looked up and to the side as if contemplating. "You mean little Nariel? Poor girl; she thinks she's my nemesis - very sad. Anyhow, I've been prodding Diago for weeks - raid a business here, kill a lieutenant there but it's like he hasn't noticed. I thought sending the Geonosians to raid this operation would surely draw him out but all I've got is you."

"He probably just doesn't have time for chit chat and neither do I;" snapped Moira. She and Corso began to circle the Sith threateningly. Zare cocked a very well groomed eyebrow. "Grand Moffs tremble before me. How powerful must this Diago be to not care what I do to him? I'm seeking a small, crimson box - one curio in Diago's personal collection. I'll give him whatever he wants for the box but I need to arrange a meeting. Can you do that?"

Moira chewed her lip for a moment before asking, "What do I get if I help you?"

"Woah, Captain - you sure about that. I mean, she's a Sith." murmured Corso but she shot him a glare. "It's not healthy to torque off beings with lightsabers, Corso."

Corso nodded, glancing at the cylinder on the Sith's hip. "I can see the percentage in that."

"For your assistance, you will receive a gift few beings enjoy - the pleasure of my company;" said Zare, an inviting smile on her face. "And if you want to pretend like you're not interested, I can offer you a more material reward. I offer the chance of a lifetime and all I ask is that you arrange a meeting with Diago."

Moira was tired of this conversation. "I would rather drink a Hutt's bath water;" she snapped, drawing her blasters in the blink of an eye. Zare was quicker though. "How revolting;" she said as she whipped out her red bladed lightsaber and swatting away the blaster bolts as if they were nothing. Lifting a hand, she yanked Moira's and Corso's weapons from their hands and tossed them behind her. They both stood, utterly defenseless. Zare smiled, "That was fun but unnecessary;" then her voice became very hard. "Now run along and reconsider my offer. To make sure you make a prudent choice-" and she stretched out her hand and blasted Corso with torrents of force lightning. Corso cried out in pain and collapsed on the ground. Moira tried to throw herself between Corso and the Sith but was tossed to the side with ease. "He stays with me until I receive word. Now go and set up my meeting."

Moira wanted to stay and to fight. "Go on, Captain;" said Corso. "You do what you gotta do. I'll be alright."

Moira nodded and shot a glare at Zare. "He had better be in good shape when I see him again."

Zare gave a cold smile and said, "That is entirely up to him - and you of course now get out of my sight."

Zare had the Geonosians move Corso to the other room. It was equipped with a comms unit and a table and chairs. Corso took one of the chairs, went to the back wall and sat down, observing his 'hostess'. She studied him for a moment, her yellow eyes sparking. "Do you think she'll come back for you, smuggler?"

Corso replied levelly, "Yeah, she will. She takes care of her friends - but I don't think that will matter. You're going to kill me one way or the other before this ends."

Zare chuckled and said, "Oh? And why do you say that?"

"You're Sith. You get your power from rage and fear and lust and all that stuff;" replied Corso levelly. Zare laughed. "You've been talking to some Jedi, haven't you, smuggler?"

Corso shrugged. "I'm not a smuggler. I was a mercenary and now - well, titles never really meant much to me. Yeah, I know a couple Jedi but these days, you don't need to know them to learn about Sith."

Zare nodded, her arms crossed as she paced back and forth, still studying him for a moment. Her tongue licked her plump lips and she said, "There not far from the truth. Yes, we Sith do draw our power from the dark side - from anger, hate, pain, fear and lust."

The way she said that word made Corso shiver from head to toe and cold dread began to fill him. Slowly, he stood to his feet. As if sensing his heightened awareness, Zare laughed again, equal parts scorn and amusement. "I have you here now, defenseless before me, a mere force-blind human. What is it that she called you? Corso? But please, your stay does not have to be unpleasant. We can enjoy one another while you're here."

"Lady, you are out of your force-forsaken mind if you think I am going to touch you in any way other than violently;" he said, working his way around the edge of the room. Zare just smiled and said, "I may find that quite enjoyable - but come now. Aren't you letting your pre-conceived notions of what a Sith is get in the way of something that I can make sure you really enjoy?"

Corso shook his head, his dreadlocks swishing as he did. "I'll die first."

Zare sighed and shook her head. "No, Corso, you won't die. I need you alive and in one piece. However, I will still get what I desire."

In a flash, she was on him, yanking him into a violently kiss. Corso fought back, pushing her off and attacking. Corso was a good fighter, had learned from several other good fighters but Zare was a Sith and the force was her ally. She dodged and blocked his blows and kicks, laughing with pleasure as he did. She allowed one blow to cross her face and then grinned as she hit him a half dozen times with the speed of a lightning bolt. When Corso got to his feet again, Zare's eyes had a mixture of madness and lust in them. "Isn't it obvious, Corso? You can't win. Now yield to me."

Corso refused and they circled. When Corso knew that not ten meters behind him was the open door, he bolted. It was a waste of energy as he was yanked back into the room and struck by another torrent of force lightning. When Zare ceased her attack, Corso pulled himself to his feet again. Again, she struck at him with the lightning before pushing him against the wall. Corso fell to his knees. He could tell that there was no serious damage to his body - just a number of minor electrical burns and some bruising. Zare knelt beside him and whispered intimately, "Let me tell you something, Corso Riggs - I find your resistance very stirring and your pain I feel through the force, intoxicating. I could tell you to stop fighting but I really hope that you don't"

Corso understood now. He knew what kind of woman he was dealing with - a sadist who got off on pain, fear and conflict. Even so, every part of his nature screamed 'FIGHT' and he tried. He tried so hard, switching between attacking and fleeing until his bruised and burned body was too exhausted to continue. Even so, he dragged himself once more to his feet and gasped out, "You'll have to kill me."

Zare just shook her head, her eyes, ravenous and her smile, pure evil. She purred to him as she approached him once again, "No I won't. I'll simply pin you in place where you belong - beneath me."

She gripped him with the force and pushed him to the ground, lying on his back. Out of his peripherals, Corso saw her reach behind her and several audible clicks were heard. There she stood before him, her pale skin bare to his terrified gaze. His muscles strained but, even if he had been fresh and uninjured, he wouldn't have been able to free himself. Zare knelt down, straddling his legs and reach for his belt and the clasp of his trousers. "Now, Corso," she whispered, "I think I'm ready."

I know this was a little intense and I hope I didn't lose any readers over it. After playing the smuggler storyline on TOR, it just seemed that a Sith woman like Zare would do something like this.

Update 12.19.2017