Chapter XVIII: The Ice Queen
"What have you done with him Glacia?" asked Raza, trying to subdue his growing anger as he stepped closer towards the Nightsister. "I merely had some fun with the Young-Jedi," she responded, a cruel smile forming on her lips. "But I will have so much more fun with you Master Dactari. I know your strengths, and I will defeat you." Had she said that previous statement with more venom or anger, it probably wouldn't have had the same effect on Raza as it did. For the manner in which she spoke was filled with great confidence, and simply a "matter of fact." "Well, Sister Glacia," Raza started, standing now at his full height, one arm held tight to his chest, the other dangling at his side. "We shall see won't we? I have already disarmed two of your Sisters, and am more than a match for Aurra Sing. However, I do know you are powerful, and it would be much easier without the fight, so I will ask you nicely. Where is Anakin?" "If you defeat me Master Dactari, I will tell you all you wish to know." "Agreed." With no more words spoken, Glacia, also known to her Sisters as the Ice Queen raised up her left palm and emitted one of the strongest Dark Side Force Powers known in existence: Force Lightning. The blue bolts of electricity sizzled and scorched the ozone in the air, and went directly at the Jedi Knight with great speed. However, it seemed that Raza had been prepared for such a move, and therefore called directly to his aid the powers of Lesser Force Shield to deflect the energy shot at him into the sky. His Force control was great, however, he knew that he could not do that for long, nor could he do what Master Yoda could and actually absorb the energy. It would take a lot more practice for that. Which is why when Glacia unleashed another volley of electricity, Raza combined the powers of his shield, along with his now humming lavender lightsaber to deflect and block the Witch's power. "You are talented Master Jedi, I nod my head in respect to you. However, I think it is time to learn, why I am called the Ice Queen!" The Lightning stopped abruptly, but instead of her saber coming to life as Raza had expected, she held up her arms above her head. The eyes which once held such wisdom and power, now surged with raw energy, glowing a white light, not the pure white light of the Jedi, but an eerie light, foreshadowing dark things about to happen. Raza's instincts were right once more. Swirling around in the outstretched hands were what seemed to Raza a miniature version of a blizzard that takes place on Hoth. Normally, he would inquire and love to learn how such a power worked, but because his, and possibly Anakin's life were on the line, now he couldn't. He therefore trusted his instincts once more and leapt over to the side, lightsaber still active as he just avoided a beam of silver energy, which when it made contact with the ground below, immediately froze it, and caused it to crack. "Nice powers M'Lady," Raza said half in sarcasm, half in earnest admiration. "But you missed!" "We shall see if I miss next time Jedi!" she hissed. It had seemed that as her anger grew, so did her powers. The once small cloud of an ice storm that glowed above her head, now seemed to grow. Winds engulfed her entire body whipping around her robes making her look almost goddess-like.
Raza knew that this was it: if he survived this next assault, he would then be able to finish off Glacia. For she would be too weak to fight him off for long...or so he hoped. "Take this Jedi!" screamed Glacia. With all the force her body could muster, she threw down her arms launching the now boulder sized ball of pure storm directly at Raza. He knew there was no way to avoid it in time, or if his lightsaber would be able to stop it. Once the storm ball hit him, Raza knew that he would instantly freeze and then break, and because of the Dark Side powers residing within the storm, he knew his death would be a most unpleasant one. With mere seconds to think and react, he reached down inside the well of his powers, and hoped to the Force, that his idea would work. When the ball of storm hit, all that was seen was dust and a brilliant white light.
"Where am I?" asked Anakin dreamily. He started to awaken slowly, and to his horror found that he could not feel his legs, and that his head felt like a herd of bantha's just went through it. Then, it all came back to him. Or should he say, she came back to him. Glacia. He had done exactly what Raza had told him to do. He stayed in that spot, and didn't use any Force Powers or lightsabers at all. At first he had thought that he would be safe, so when he heard the rustle in the leaves behind him, he nearly jumped out with a hug to meet Raza. Of course, it wasn't Raza. It had been Glacia. Taken too much buy surprise, he couldn't react in time, and was blasted away with lightning...Again, as he reminisced slightly on the battle with Count Dooku. He had drawn out his lightsaber when he landed, but that was quickly knocked away by her own lightsaber, and that is when the torture began. Being a Nighsister, one doesn't often get the pleasures of sexual intimacy with man. Mainly for the reason that men are banished from ever interacting with a Nightsister, aside for the occasional slave labor or fun. This, apparently, Glacia saw as an opportunity to feed her womanly desires. While on the ground, Glacia removed something from her robes and stabbed Anakin in the torso with what seemed to be a needle. Almost immediately there after, he lost all feeling in his legs. "Oh do not fear little Jedi, I will not be killing you. My Sisters and Master wish to do. I am here just to have some fun..." she said darkly, and tore off his shirt with razor sharp nails. Piercing skin, and drawing blood as she removed the cloth from his chest. Anakin tried to resist with the Force, but whether or not it was Glacia's presence subduing his powers, or a side effects of the poison, he didn't know. Ever so slowly, Glacia removed Anakin's articles of clothing, and by manipulations of the Force, tied down Anakin's arms with the roots of a nearby tree, making Anakin fully vulnerable to her desires. Then the raping began. With Anakin subdued both physically and with his unability to use the Force. All he could do was lay there and let her do what she wanted. This was not love! This was lust and Anakin hated it. She brought upon him more scares and scratches with her nails. Finally after several minutes which seemed to last for an eternity, she was done with him. There, she arose and "fixed herself" leaving Anakin pinned and naked to the ground. "Poor little Jedi," she said, smiling devilishy at the tears forming in Anakin's eyes. "Do not fear, I will not leave you like this." She didn't either, because next thing he saw coming at him was a rock the size of his fist.
That's how he ended up here. Thankfully, someone gave him the curtsey of placing a rather primitive loin-cloth to appeal to his bashfulness. But his legs were still numb, his scratches still fresh and head still ached. "It is about time you awakened Young Jedi," spoke a familiar masculine voice. A voice that he knew he would never forget. "I am terribly sorry that Glacia did what she did to you, it seemed her Sisters wanted some piece of you as well." With those last words, the figure came into full view. It was Count Dooku. The traitor of the Jedi Order. It had seemed the Dark Side had finally started to show on the old Jedi Master, for his voice was no where near as powerful as it had been, nor did he look as youthful. Instead, lines of age seemed to wretch his face, and his hair, as white as Glacia's robes. It definitely seemed the Dark Side was getting the best of him. "Dooku! You bastard!" hissed Anakin. "Oh, my dear Anakin, no need for such language. What would Obi-Wan say?" asked Dooku with a cynical smile. "You leave him out of this!" "Oh, I shall not. I still have an unfinished score to settle with him. But no matter, I have no doubt in my mind he will be arriving shortly. After all, Lady Sing did her job well." "What do you mean?" Then all of a sudden, it dawned on him. "This was all a trap to lure us here." "You are only half correct Young Jedi," Dooku conceited. "True, it was a trap. But only for you and Obi-Wan. The other two Jedi I have no concern with. However, now that they are involved, and know that my apprentice is involved in a rather nasty mess, I am afraid they too must die." "So then the disk that Aurra had was valuable!"
"Oh yes. It is greatly valuable to me and to my cause. We needed something to make sure you and your former Mentor were drawn here. The only regret I have to say is that you will never see the grand project completed. "Lady Sing," he started signaling Aurra over to him. "He is all yours. But do not kill him until Obi-Wan and the other Jedi are inside this facility. There, we shall have ourselves a little Jedi Massacre." "Yes Master Dooku," she bowed before her Master ad left. Turning around to face Anakin, she then began to have her fun. The first task she did, was place a hand upon his already scratched stomach, and slowly burn it with the powers of the Dark Side. The screams, were music to Aurra Sing's and Count Dooku's ears.
"What have you done with him Glacia?" asked Raza, trying to subdue his growing anger as he stepped closer towards the Nightsister. "I merely had some fun with the Young-Jedi," she responded, a cruel smile forming on her lips. "But I will have so much more fun with you Master Dactari. I know your strengths, and I will defeat you." Had she said that previous statement with more venom or anger, it probably wouldn't have had the same effect on Raza as it did. For the manner in which she spoke was filled with great confidence, and simply a "matter of fact." "Well, Sister Glacia," Raza started, standing now at his full height, one arm held tight to his chest, the other dangling at his side. "We shall see won't we? I have already disarmed two of your Sisters, and am more than a match for Aurra Sing. However, I do know you are powerful, and it would be much easier without the fight, so I will ask you nicely. Where is Anakin?" "If you defeat me Master Dactari, I will tell you all you wish to know." "Agreed." With no more words spoken, Glacia, also known to her Sisters as the Ice Queen raised up her left palm and emitted one of the strongest Dark Side Force Powers known in existence: Force Lightning. The blue bolts of electricity sizzled and scorched the ozone in the air, and went directly at the Jedi Knight with great speed. However, it seemed that Raza had been prepared for such a move, and therefore called directly to his aid the powers of Lesser Force Shield to deflect the energy shot at him into the sky. His Force control was great, however, he knew that he could not do that for long, nor could he do what Master Yoda could and actually absorb the energy. It would take a lot more practice for that. Which is why when Glacia unleashed another volley of electricity, Raza combined the powers of his shield, along with his now humming lavender lightsaber to deflect and block the Witch's power. "You are talented Master Jedi, I nod my head in respect to you. However, I think it is time to learn, why I am called the Ice Queen!" The Lightning stopped abruptly, but instead of her saber coming to life as Raza had expected, she held up her arms above her head. The eyes which once held such wisdom and power, now surged with raw energy, glowing a white light, not the pure white light of the Jedi, but an eerie light, foreshadowing dark things about to happen. Raza's instincts were right once more. Swirling around in the outstretched hands were what seemed to Raza a miniature version of a blizzard that takes place on Hoth. Normally, he would inquire and love to learn how such a power worked, but because his, and possibly Anakin's life were on the line, now he couldn't. He therefore trusted his instincts once more and leapt over to the side, lightsaber still active as he just avoided a beam of silver energy, which when it made contact with the ground below, immediately froze it, and caused it to crack. "Nice powers M'Lady," Raza said half in sarcasm, half in earnest admiration. "But you missed!" "We shall see if I miss next time Jedi!" she hissed. It had seemed that as her anger grew, so did her powers. The once small cloud of an ice storm that glowed above her head, now seemed to grow. Winds engulfed her entire body whipping around her robes making her look almost goddess-like.
Raza knew that this was it: if he survived this next assault, he would then be able to finish off Glacia. For she would be too weak to fight him off for long...or so he hoped. "Take this Jedi!" screamed Glacia. With all the force her body could muster, she threw down her arms launching the now boulder sized ball of pure storm directly at Raza. He knew there was no way to avoid it in time, or if his lightsaber would be able to stop it. Once the storm ball hit him, Raza knew that he would instantly freeze and then break, and because of the Dark Side powers residing within the storm, he knew his death would be a most unpleasant one. With mere seconds to think and react, he reached down inside the well of his powers, and hoped to the Force, that his idea would work. When the ball of storm hit, all that was seen was dust and a brilliant white light.
"Where am I?" asked Anakin dreamily. He started to awaken slowly, and to his horror found that he could not feel his legs, and that his head felt like a herd of bantha's just went through it. Then, it all came back to him. Or should he say, she came back to him. Glacia. He had done exactly what Raza had told him to do. He stayed in that spot, and didn't use any Force Powers or lightsabers at all. At first he had thought that he would be safe, so when he heard the rustle in the leaves behind him, he nearly jumped out with a hug to meet Raza. Of course, it wasn't Raza. It had been Glacia. Taken too much buy surprise, he couldn't react in time, and was blasted away with lightning...Again, as he reminisced slightly on the battle with Count Dooku. He had drawn out his lightsaber when he landed, but that was quickly knocked away by her own lightsaber, and that is when the torture began. Being a Nighsister, one doesn't often get the pleasures of sexual intimacy with man. Mainly for the reason that men are banished from ever interacting with a Nightsister, aside for the occasional slave labor or fun. This, apparently, Glacia saw as an opportunity to feed her womanly desires. While on the ground, Glacia removed something from her robes and stabbed Anakin in the torso with what seemed to be a needle. Almost immediately there after, he lost all feeling in his legs. "Oh do not fear little Jedi, I will not be killing you. My Sisters and Master wish to do. I am here just to have some fun..." she said darkly, and tore off his shirt with razor sharp nails. Piercing skin, and drawing blood as she removed the cloth from his chest. Anakin tried to resist with the Force, but whether or not it was Glacia's presence subduing his powers, or a side effects of the poison, he didn't know. Ever so slowly, Glacia removed Anakin's articles of clothing, and by manipulations of the Force, tied down Anakin's arms with the roots of a nearby tree, making Anakin fully vulnerable to her desires. Then the raping began. With Anakin subdued both physically and with his unability to use the Force. All he could do was lay there and let her do what she wanted. This was not love! This was lust and Anakin hated it. She brought upon him more scares and scratches with her nails. Finally after several minutes which seemed to last for an eternity, she was done with him. There, she arose and "fixed herself" leaving Anakin pinned and naked to the ground. "Poor little Jedi," she said, smiling devilishy at the tears forming in Anakin's eyes. "Do not fear, I will not leave you like this." She didn't either, because next thing he saw coming at him was a rock the size of his fist.
That's how he ended up here. Thankfully, someone gave him the curtsey of placing a rather primitive loin-cloth to appeal to his bashfulness. But his legs were still numb, his scratches still fresh and head still ached. "It is about time you awakened Young Jedi," spoke a familiar masculine voice. A voice that he knew he would never forget. "I am terribly sorry that Glacia did what she did to you, it seemed her Sisters wanted some piece of you as well." With those last words, the figure came into full view. It was Count Dooku. The traitor of the Jedi Order. It had seemed the Dark Side had finally started to show on the old Jedi Master, for his voice was no where near as powerful as it had been, nor did he look as youthful. Instead, lines of age seemed to wretch his face, and his hair, as white as Glacia's robes. It definitely seemed the Dark Side was getting the best of him. "Dooku! You bastard!" hissed Anakin. "Oh, my dear Anakin, no need for such language. What would Obi-Wan say?" asked Dooku with a cynical smile. "You leave him out of this!" "Oh, I shall not. I still have an unfinished score to settle with him. But no matter, I have no doubt in my mind he will be arriving shortly. After all, Lady Sing did her job well." "What do you mean?" Then all of a sudden, it dawned on him. "This was all a trap to lure us here." "You are only half correct Young Jedi," Dooku conceited. "True, it was a trap. But only for you and Obi-Wan. The other two Jedi I have no concern with. However, now that they are involved, and know that my apprentice is involved in a rather nasty mess, I am afraid they too must die." "So then the disk that Aurra had was valuable!"
"Oh yes. It is greatly valuable to me and to my cause. We needed something to make sure you and your former Mentor were drawn here. The only regret I have to say is that you will never see the grand project completed. "Lady Sing," he started signaling Aurra over to him. "He is all yours. But do not kill him until Obi-Wan and the other Jedi are inside this facility. There, we shall have ourselves a little Jedi Massacre." "Yes Master Dooku," she bowed before her Master ad left. Turning around to face Anakin, she then began to have her fun. The first task she did, was place a hand upon his already scratched stomach, and slowly burn it with the powers of the Dark Side. The screams, were music to Aurra Sing's and Count Dooku's ears.