"Master" Brackiss Pt. 3 of ?
The Imperial/Fettish guard march Jaina down long, twisting corridors. In fact, they twisted so much she had the feeling they were walking in more than one circles. Finally, when she was sufficiently winded by the pace-although her Crossbred Hutt-spawned guard didn't appear in the least winded-they stopped at a door which whisked open to reveal "Master" Brakiss, her captor.
"The..." the guard seemed to hesitate over what to call her, "um, prisoner you..." again, he hesitated, "er, requested to...uh, see, Master Brakiss." Jaina paled. She didn't like what he'd said...it revealed too much about this encounter.
"Jaina, my dear, how are you?"
"You slimy Sithspawned son of a b-"
"Now, Jaina, do let us watch our language, please." Brakiss moved aside slightly to allow Jaina a glimpse of the room. It was done up in black; cold grey-durasteel walls, black carpeting, black upholstery, black pillows, black bedspread...
"I'll say whatever I smeggin' want to, you scum-bag!"
"Tsk, tsk, Jaina. That is really no way to behave when you've just been given such and honor, you know..." Brakiss's leer made Jaina even more uncomfortable than it would normally. She was getting worried now... she had an idea of what he was planning, and it looked pretty ugly for her.
"If you think for one minute that I am going to willingly go along with.... with THIS-" Brackiss cut her off.
"Oh, but I don't. I know, Jaina. You have no choice..."
"Even though my father's Corellian, Brackiss, I still can't think of anything bad enough to call you." Jaina spoke these words with a soft, cold voice and a glare that could have melted Hoth.
Brakiss motioned for the guard, who slipped a pair of newly developed Dark Side stun-cuffs, that would keep her awake when he wanted her awake but would render her arms useless, over Jaina's wrists and shoved her into the evils "Master's" waiting arms...
Meanwhile, back in the cell, a Dark Jedi came to the cell door and was let in. The girl was a nightsister. Jeanra Tal was her name. She was tall, imposing, and evil. The burst veins of her face bore witness to as much. She had been one of Braackiss's best students and had been royally envious and doubtful of Zekk's ability to carry the position of Darkest Knight. SHE had wanted that position. SHE had worked hard for Master Brackiss. SHE had done everything she could. SHE had even, with the promise of more power, become his lover for a time. And THEN, Brackiss gave the power to a sniveling street urchin. WHy, he wasn't even close to being worthy. He had let the Solo brat escape when he was so close to killing her. And THEN, he had the nerve to QUIT the Shadow Academy and DECLARE LOVE for the Solo child. Gods! What an unworthy kid he was! She waltzed into the cell. The urchin was sleeping. She kicked him in the side with one of her stiletto boots.
"Yow! Hey watch it, will ya! Oh! Jeanra Tal. Um.... Greetings?"
"'Fraid not, "Lord" Zekk. But, you don't belong here. Not anymore."
"No kidding. You're quick."
"Shut up! Do you want out or not?"
"What do you mean? And why would you help me?"
"If you think that it's cause I like you, think again, gutter trash. You do look your part by the way."
"Ahh Shut up. Some duracreet 'dropped' in. And then, some Force lightning decided to show up. I'll have to thank good, old, Brackiss for that. You still haven't told me why you're helping me."
"Because I can't stand to have Brackiss start training you and that Solo brat and have you take over again as Darkest Knight."
"Hey, now that's not exactly something I want to do anyhow."
"Ah yes but Brackiss has plans. And you are part of them."
"So you know what he's doing to my fiance?"
"Two guesses." Jeanra Tal's glance was cold and jeering. Zekk shuddered. "
"So, I take it you are Darkest Knight now."
"Correct. Now, Let me tell you how I'm going to...help you." The last two words seemed to take forever for her to say. She started to confer with Zekk...
About four Standard hours later, Jaina woke up.
"Oh good," Brackiss appeared from the room off to the side of the bedroom where Jaina was laying wondering, yet not wanting to know what happened. "You're awake. After you get dressed, I'll tell the guard to take you back to your cell... For now..." Jaina shuddered as recognition and rememberance hit her all at once. She remembered the Fett-guard. She remembered seeing Brackiss and then... She wanted to throw up and the nausea of it all hit her coupled with complete humiliation.
As the guard walked her back ot her cell, tears of regret wanted to fall. But, she was a Solo. Solo's didn't show their weaknessess to an enemy. And whatever wasn't Solo, was Organa and neither did they. She lasted until the guard deposited her in the cell and left, before burying her face in Zekk's shoulder and sobbing desperately.
"Zekk, hold me. Just hold me." Zekk held her, despite his great pain and spoke soothing things to her until she fell asleep a few hours later. He Laid his head against the wall and fell asleep himself. They were gonna get out of here. At least, as soon as he had the strength to stand, and then everything would be alright again.
The Imperial/Fettish guard march Jaina down long, twisting corridors. In fact, they twisted so much she had the feeling they were walking in more than one circles. Finally, when she was sufficiently winded by the pace-although her Crossbred Hutt-spawned guard didn't appear in the least winded-they stopped at a door which whisked open to reveal "Master" Brakiss, her captor.
"The..." the guard seemed to hesitate over what to call her, "um, prisoner you..." again, he hesitated, "er, requested to...uh, see, Master Brakiss." Jaina paled. She didn't like what he'd said...it revealed too much about this encounter.
"Jaina, my dear, how are you?"
"You slimy Sithspawned son of a b-"
"Now, Jaina, do let us watch our language, please." Brakiss moved aside slightly to allow Jaina a glimpse of the room. It was done up in black; cold grey-durasteel walls, black carpeting, black upholstery, black pillows, black bedspread...
"I'll say whatever I smeggin' want to, you scum-bag!"
"Tsk, tsk, Jaina. That is really no way to behave when you've just been given such and honor, you know..." Brakiss's leer made Jaina even more uncomfortable than it would normally. She was getting worried now... she had an idea of what he was planning, and it looked pretty ugly for her.
"If you think for one minute that I am going to willingly go along with.... with THIS-" Brackiss cut her off.
"Oh, but I don't. I know, Jaina. You have no choice..."
"Even though my father's Corellian, Brackiss, I still can't think of anything bad enough to call you." Jaina spoke these words with a soft, cold voice and a glare that could have melted Hoth.
Brakiss motioned for the guard, who slipped a pair of newly developed Dark Side stun-cuffs, that would keep her awake when he wanted her awake but would render her arms useless, over Jaina's wrists and shoved her into the evils "Master's" waiting arms...
Meanwhile, back in the cell, a Dark Jedi came to the cell door and was let in. The girl was a nightsister. Jeanra Tal was her name. She was tall, imposing, and evil. The burst veins of her face bore witness to as much. She had been one of Braackiss's best students and had been royally envious and doubtful of Zekk's ability to carry the position of Darkest Knight. SHE had wanted that position. SHE had worked hard for Master Brackiss. SHE had done everything she could. SHE had even, with the promise of more power, become his lover for a time. And THEN, Brackiss gave the power to a sniveling street urchin. WHy, he wasn't even close to being worthy. He had let the Solo brat escape when he was so close to killing her. And THEN, he had the nerve to QUIT the Shadow Academy and DECLARE LOVE for the Solo child. Gods! What an unworthy kid he was! She waltzed into the cell. The urchin was sleeping. She kicked him in the side with one of her stiletto boots.
"Yow! Hey watch it, will ya! Oh! Jeanra Tal. Um.... Greetings?"
"'Fraid not, "Lord" Zekk. But, you don't belong here. Not anymore."
"No kidding. You're quick."
"Shut up! Do you want out or not?"
"What do you mean? And why would you help me?"
"If you think that it's cause I like you, think again, gutter trash. You do look your part by the way."
"Ahh Shut up. Some duracreet 'dropped' in. And then, some Force lightning decided to show up. I'll have to thank good, old, Brackiss for that. You still haven't told me why you're helping me."
"Because I can't stand to have Brackiss start training you and that Solo brat and have you take over again as Darkest Knight."
"Hey, now that's not exactly something I want to do anyhow."
"Ah yes but Brackiss has plans. And you are part of them."
"So you know what he's doing to my fiance?"
"Two guesses." Jeanra Tal's glance was cold and jeering. Zekk shuddered. "
"So, I take it you are Darkest Knight now."
"Correct. Now, Let me tell you how I'm going to...help you." The last two words seemed to take forever for her to say. She started to confer with Zekk...
About four Standard hours later, Jaina woke up.
"Oh good," Brackiss appeared from the room off to the side of the bedroom where Jaina was laying wondering, yet not wanting to know what happened. "You're awake. After you get dressed, I'll tell the guard to take you back to your cell... For now..." Jaina shuddered as recognition and rememberance hit her all at once. She remembered the Fett-guard. She remembered seeing Brackiss and then... She wanted to throw up and the nausea of it all hit her coupled with complete humiliation.
As the guard walked her back ot her cell, tears of regret wanted to fall. But, she was a Solo. Solo's didn't show their weaknessess to an enemy. And whatever wasn't Solo, was Organa and neither did they. She lasted until the guard deposited her in the cell and left, before burying her face in Zekk's shoulder and sobbing desperately.
"Zekk, hold me. Just hold me." Zekk held her, despite his great pain and spoke soothing things to her until she fell asleep a few hours later. He Laid his head against the wall and fell asleep himself. They were gonna get out of here. At least, as soon as he had the strength to stand, and then everything would be alright again.