Reg walked into the suite, tossing his hat down on the counter. He entered the sunlit main room, it's balcony that overlooking a beautiful garden and found Rage sleeping. The young woman lay in a massive wooden chair surrounded by pillows. She was snuggled down with a bottle of fine Corellian whiskey settled against her thigh. Her eyes were closed but the room was in general disarray. The clone sighed and walked over to her, plucking the bottle from her fingers and kissed her forehead. "Princess?"

She only stirred and rolled over to her side. He set the bottle on the table and brushed the hair from her face. She wore her under gear for her Sith Armor, the thick leather and plasteel in a heap on the parquet floor. "Rage?" He touched the side of her face gently.

She hadn't been sleeping well, plagued by nightmares she wouldn't tell him about. She had been sleeping during the day and he had been sitting up with her at night. Finally her dark eyes slowly opened. She was drunk. "Hello."

"Hello, back. I spoke to Lord Vader. Told him you were still with the troops and that I wasn't able to get a hold of you in time." he explained. He wasn't force sensitive, but he could tell the Dark Lord had been irritated.

"And?" she asked, looking at the hansom young man who had been her guardian since early childhood with an arched, well defined brow. She sounded tired.

"And he didn't buy it, but he didn't say anything. He was a little irritated though." Reg replied, rubbing his forehead.

"Good." She closed her eyes again and he climbed on the chair moving her over. He hugged her tightly.

"Rage? What's the matter?' he asked, concerned.

"Nothing." the young woman replied evasively. Reg gave a slight sigh and rolled his eyes.

"Fine. Don't tell me."

"Nothings wrong. I'm on vacation. This is how I prefer to act." There was a knock on the outer door and Reg jumped up and answered it. The officer snapped to attention but relaxed when he saw it was Reg. "A message from the General for Lady Vader."

Reg looked him up and down then snatched the message from his hand, pretending to notice the rank and code number then slamming the door in his face. He walked back into the other room Rage was half sitting up, having retrieved her bottle.

"Who was that? Tarkin wanting to bring me back to Coruscant to marry one of his sons and become a bitchy palace snob?" Rage asked offhandedly.

"Uh, no not this time, but I'm still hoping." He keyed in her personal code and read over the note. Rage sat up a little more and looked almost curious as Reg's brow furrowed.

"Well? The general decide the pressure too much and slit his throat with his decoder pen?" she asked, the sarcasm dripping from her voice. General Ranikin was under considerable stress to bring the garrison up to snuff in very little time. The new general was proving equal to the task, though it was not hard to be motivated when you had a Vader looking over your shoulder.

"Decoder pen?" Reg gave her a funny look "No, it seems Drakahn has scheduled a little workout for our prisoner - except she's the punching bag. He sent three Imperial guards to his fortress to bring her back here."

She sat up, suddenly interested and swung her legs over the side of the lounger. "Really? Cleared with Lord Vader?"

"I think the Lord has given him free rein. Pardon the pun." Reg replied with a shrug.

"Cooky. This might be interesting." She got to her feet, not bothering to dress in her armor. She touched the force, easily wiping away the effect of the drink from her mind. They left the suit and crossed the outdoor drill square to the main training facility. She quickly located Drakahn. He stood in front of a large holoviewer, it's screen showing a small indoor training area that had been cleared of equipment, the duracrete floor and walls completely bare. The room displayed on the holoviewer was adjacent to the one he was standing in, separated by a thick duracrete wall. He flicked an ear at Rage as she and Reg entered the monitoring room.

"Lady Vader. I must admit I am a little surprised. I was told you were relaxing in your suite." He said in greeting, his voice smooth and deep though slightly uninterested.

"I was but it was boring so I decided to come watch you with the Emperor's prize." She emphasized the 'the Emperor' part slightly. Drakahn was starting to act like Gade was already his for the taking and it was beginning to irritated her. She knew he had to wait until after Rehn was trained before he could do what he liked with her, if she could be turned. If , however, she could not and proved to strong to mind wipe, she would have to be destroyed. Drakahn snorted somewhat incredulously, but looked back to see her good natured smile. She knew that Vader trusted the stallion and he had complete power here. "I'm not breaking your concentration am I?" she asked, her voice low and sly.

The big stallion looked at her, his eyes slid over her body, lingering on her rather impressive assets and gave a sadistic grin. "Yes, but I can cope." She moved closer to his side as the viewer showed the door of the practice room open and three tall, brawny men dragged the angry, thrashing Thalcein inside.

"So, what exactly do you have planned for her?" Rage asked casually, smoothing her long black hair, before crossing her arms across her chest. Drakahn didn't look at her, but his eyes narrowed as his lips pulled back from his teeth an a sadistic, twisted smile.

"A lesson in humility, m'Lady. Only by stripping her of her pride and self confidence will I be able to make her need comfort and reassurance." he replied, his green eyes flashing in anticipation.

"I get the distinct impression that her pride and confidence are not the only things you would like to strip her of." Rage commented somewhat dryly, her eyebrow arched. Drakahn chuckled.

"Yes, but her virtue will have to wait. I've waited this long to posses her, I can wait a little longer." the stallion replied. Rage had to keep the disgusted look from her face. Though Rehn was chronologically a year older than the Sith, she would still be considered child in Thalcein society despite her physical and mental maturity. Had Rehn been 'normal', she would have had the physical and mental attributes of a 13-14 year old human. Rage's smile melted. This wasn't going to be easy to watch, even if Gade was a rebel.

-Kelly Black-