Rage stood in the holo, she stood in military 'at ease' stance, her gloved hands in tight fists at her back. She glared at the image before her. "But they're supposed to be Imperial Guards, not thugs."

Tarkin sat back and folded his fingers across his lap. "My Lady Rage, if Lord Vader has given the Messenger the authorization to do this I do not wish to intervene." Rage gritted her teeth and Tarkin winced slightly. "Rage, calm down. What would you like me to do?"

She slammed her hands down on the railing in front of her making it bend. "Talk to the Emperor! He listens to you!"

"Oh, and I take it he has not been listen to your pleas." the Grand Moff asked, a dark brow arched.

"No I get as far as my complaint, he asks if she's a possible Jedi, and end of discussion." Rage replied in frustration

Tarkin chuckled slightly, looking intently at her, as usual his eyes full of power and amusement. "My lovely, lovely Rage...why do you care?"

"Because she's better than that........she's an excellent warrior. And if it had been me..."

Tarkin raised a finger, silencing her protest. His face suddenly very serious and stern. "You're taking this personally. Don't identify with this creature. She is beneath your concern." the contempt in his voice was not subtle.

"But when I went through this..."

"Rage! Stop. This will get you no where. I knew having you on the same planet with Drakahn was a bad idea from the beginning. You are there to supervise the 'restructuring' of the garrison, while making sure Ranikin is equal to his rather monumental task. You're secondary mission is to provide back up in case the little shrag proves too much for Drakahn to handle. After that, I will personally make sure you are reassigned as far away from him as possible. Until such time however, you will not interfere with the Messenger, unless the Emperor orders otherwise. Understood?"

"Yes, sir." Rage replied through slightly gritted teeth.

"Excellent." He relaxed and smiled at her. "On a better note, don't you want know how my little battle station is coming along?" It seemed Tarkin's new toy was coming along well and so far, construction was on schedule, though a little over budget. After a long conversation, the link was terminated and Rage stood, her eyes suddenly filling with a dark murky red shimmer as she called deeply on the force, the action sending out powerful ripples in the Force. Rehn felt it, even in her drug induced sleep, and stirred as a cold tide seemed to lay down over the area. In his meditations Drakahn lifted his head but then ignored it.

Reg sighed and fell from his stance of attention to leaning against the com equipment. "All right.. what are you going to do?"

She turned and smiled. "I'm going to make sure that every part of the garrison is working in tip top shape! Just as I was ordered." She stepped away from the com unit and gestured for him to follow her.

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Rage entered the Temblin's quarters. She was dressed in a black evening gown and had Temblin's coat over her shoulders. He followed her in, and closed the door behind him. She heard the almost inaudible snap of the lock then his foot steps coming up behind her. He put his hands on her shoulders and slid them down, gripping her elbows painfully and smell her luxuriously long black hair.

"As soon I heard you were coming I would hope we would find each other. I've been watching you ever since you were young." his voice was a heavy whisper in her ear, his tongue sliding over her earlobe.

She grimaced and wanted to shiver in disgust but held it off. Yuck "Oh, is that right?" she asked seductively, turning her head towards him as he kissed her neck.

He brought an arm around her waist and stroked the silky material. "I've heard talk about you....about how you need a real man."

She turned to face him. "A real man? One like you? I watched you with the shrag. Most impressive work." he chuckled nuzzling her neck, then she pulled away slightly "...for a coward." She twisted away from his grasp and let fly with a back hand that broke his jaw. He spun back and landed hard against the wall, but his huge, well conditioned body quickly recovering.

"Why you bit...." he snarled, but never got to finish. She kicked him in the stomach and bent him over again. He snapped up her leg and swung her into the wall. Rage broke the impact, her elbow going numb. She dropped to the floor and shot the stiletto heel of her shoe into his knee cap, forcing it up into his thigh muscle, hearing the tendon snap. He cried out in pain, and Rage slipped her leg from his strong grasp. He swung and she felt a tug in the force and ducked the punch but couldn't move fast enough as he brought his fist down into her back. She used the force of the hit to drop then rise, driving her shoulder into his groin. He fell backwards, clutching his aching manhood and only the wall behind him kept him from toppling over.

Rage stood flexing her elbow experimentally. It wasn't broken, just strained. "Ouch...that hurt.. not many actually get that far. So enjoying our date yet, Sergeant?" she asked, her eyes flashing with fait amusement " Is it was much fun as beating a blindfolded child nearly to death? She didn't beg for mercy, though I wonder if you will be that strong." He charged with a roar and she brought the heal of her palm down on the font of his face, blinding him and redirecting him into the already bloodied wall again. His nose and cheekbone broke with a crunch, but he kicked at her, sweeping his leg around and knocking Rage to the ground. He crawled over on top of her and she laughed at him, infuriating him even more. He pulled a vibroblade from in his boot with a snarl and brought it to her throat. With an easy tug with the Force it tore from his hand and into the wall.

"This was fun and all but I have to get up early tomorrow. Your men need to be tested as well." He looked down at her in enraged pain as she pulled in her anger. With muscles made into iron by the dark side of the Force, she slammed her fist into his face, feeling the bone and tissue give way. Her chest and face were covered in blood and grey brain tissue as it leaked from the gaping hole in his one hansom face. She laughed and rolled his dead body over, trying to pull her fist free. The bone was sharp and she was careful as she slid it out.

A knock came at the door. "Sergeant? Sergeant! Are you all right, sir?" The door was kicked open and four stormtroopers sergeants rushed in, their o.d. green boxer shorts and bare feet making it obvious that Rage's little tussle had awakened them.

Rage extricate her hand from the ruined face and shook the blood, brain and bone chips from her hand with a deft flick. "Yuck. Oh yeah, he's fine." She looked down at the dead man, cocking her head to study her work then turned back to look at the half-clothed, now frightened men "You have any wet naps on you?"

-Kelly Black-