I shouldn't have to tell you the disclaimer…you should know it already. But if your dumb enough to think you'd gain something from suing me, I will gain something, a good laugh, for you'd loose more then you'd gain. Ranma and Star Wars aren't mine, just borrowing the characters and story to make up this story for fun.
I rev the speeder bike hard. The scenery flies past me, creating a confusing image, for my mind is clouded. My feelings are strong…the same as the Dark Side. I have tried to use the Light Side and I cannot. I am forever a Sith.
I let the Force flow through me, guiding me. I feel a pull to the west and I turn the bike hard and narrowly avoid a tree.
I will find you mom! I won't let you be taken away from me again! I refuse it! I scowl as I see a small village on a mountain. I look up and use the Force, it isn't so small, it is just far away.
And I will kill them if they hurt you!
I rev the bike as hard as I can. I will save my mother.
The sun is down and I see the village. The village has a wall around it, and here, the Force feels…twisted. It feels strange and warped, like there are things not meant to be.
I look around to my surroundings. There is a steep drop before me and I see guards are down there, but they look different. They look like a cross between animal and man. I let the Force flow through me once again, then direct it towards them. I shiver at the strange feeling.
Whatever they are, they are more animal than human…abominations…I squat quietly and take in the scenery. The mountains easily cover this place, leaving only one entrance and exit that is well guarded. An old wall surrounds the old oriental style buildings. They are both old fashioned, good for old world, but nothing compared to modern. Torchlights dot the wall and guard towers. The occasional fire burns, revealing either food being cooked, or a sense of light. The largest building is an old world oriental style castle, which towers over the rest.
Where are you mom…? I must find you…I need you. I think towards her, my face turns from emotionless to sad. This look on my face, partially hurts, for I am not used to being sad. Anger and hateful I am, but being sad is a different story.
I force the Force out again, this time scanning the village with it. The palace is full of the strange people, but my mother is not there. I scan the rest of the village, my hopes dropping with each moment.
I am about to give up from pure sorrow; my heart aches physically like a cold hand grips it. My doubt clouds my judgment and I nearly miss completely in my search.
"Mom…hang on! I'm coming!" I drop down from the cliff, and use the Force to hide me from the constant patrolling guards.
After several moments, I come to the wall, it is quite tall, but nothing I can't jump over. I look around to make sure the coast is clear. I leap easily over the wall and land without a noise. I now run to the small hut where my mother is.
At the hut I notice that there are two guards by the door, talking to one another. A fire is next to them as well. I silently slip behind the house and activate one side of my saber, creating a small hole, large enough for me to get through, and bring my mother with me. I quickly deactivate my saber and step in. I make the Force flow so that it seems like nothing is happening. I look around the near empty room. I spot my mother laying on a bed, chained to it. I run over silently and take her into my arms; she's alive. I let out a sigh of relief.
"Who…who is it…?" she asks, I can hear her fear…her terror.
"Shh…it's ok mom. I'll get you out of here…just stay still." I now use part of the already flowing Force to keep her health stable, though I do not know how far that is. I use the saber in my hand to remove her shackles. I then deactivate it and attach the weapon to my belt with skilled ease and lift my mother into my arms and carry her out.
"Ranma…"
"Shh…don't talk…save your strength…" I whisper as I sneak her out, this is much harder then getting in though.
"Ranma…?"
"Shh…don't talk mom…I will get you out of here. I will get you safe…"
After a half hour of sneaking around, I finally manage to get her to the speeder bike.
"Ranma…?" she asks, putting her hand on my cheek. I make the Force flow through her, healing her.
"It's ok mom. Come on…stay with me…you have two grandkids you need to see." My voice trembles and breaks as a tear slides down my right cheek. "They deserve to grow up with their grandmother present."
"Ranma…" she whispers and leans her head against me.
"I won't leave you."
I move onto the speeder bike, keeping my mother secure against my chest with my left hand and drive off.
"Ranma!" my wife shouts and runs to me, hugging me as I hold my mother close to me.
"Come on…we need to get her inside to the healer." I whisper, my throat is slightly tight. I am so scared right now; I am so scared she will die on me.
Ranko nods to me and opens the door for me. I bring my mother into the healer's hut and set her down as gently as I possibly can.
"Ranma…?" she asks softly.
"I'm here mom…everything…everything will be alright."
"Oh Ranma…I'm…I'm so sorry…"
"Don't be mom! You couldn't help it!"
"No…I wanted…to be there…" she stopped, racked with coughing, and I see a flicker of blood cover her lips.
I begin to tremble, my throat gets tighter and I put all my love, my care, into the Force, to heal her.
"Stay with me mom…you have to see your grandkids still…"
"No…it's ok…" She coughs again.
My vision starts to blur with tears, my eyes are stinging and my nostrils burn.
"Mom…stay with me…" I rub her shoulder softly with my thumb. "You can pull through…"
"Mom…" Ranko's soft voice says, kneeling down next to her. "Mom…"
"Ranko…" my mother looks up at her with a slight smile. "You look so lady like…"
"Thanks mom…here…this is Kenma…our son." She gently hands him to my mother.
Despite my mother being weak, she takes my son with gentle and controlled arms.
"Ohh…he's so adorable…" she fights a coughing fit. "He looks just like you Ranma."
I smile slightly at this, but the fear in my stomach just won't leave.
"He will be such a nice young man…just like his father…"
"Stay with us mom…" I use the Force even more. "Please…stay with us…"
My mother stares at Kenma for awhile.
"Mom, this is Nodoka…we named her after you." Ranko gently hands over our daughter to her.
The smile, though weak and tired, on my mother's face is priceless. She looks so happy.
"She so pretty…" she still smiles. "Ranko…she is just like you, very lovely and pretty…she will be a heart breaker…" my mother's chest heaves over and over as she tires not to cough, causing our children to stir a bit.
"Come on mom…" I rub her shoulder a bit more as I rock her. "Don't leave…you promised me you wouldn't leave…"
My mother leaned against me more as she stared at my children. She then looked up to me and Ranko.
"I am now…complete…I am…truly happy…"
"What are you talking about mom…hang in there! Don't leave me!" the tears start to fall freely down my face. My jaw trembles, making my teeth chatter as my heart feels cold and achy. I feel like it can't pump anymore. My throat is very tight and it hurts.
"I…I…I love….I love….I love you all…" she says before she slips away.
I stare in shock. I was doing all I could…I did all I knew…I let the Force heal her…and I lost her…I couldn't save my mother.
"Mom…mom…mom…" I cry hard. "Don't go…please…come back…come back…mom…"
My children start to cry, but I don't care…she died…she promised…she promised me…she promised she wouldn't leave me…she promised she would not leave me behind…nor alone…and she left…
I clutch her closer to me as tears and sobs rack my body. She promised me…she promised me she wouldn't leave me.
"Mom…come back…please…come back…" I lean my head on hers. I can't stop crying, I can't stop this pain.
I vaguely notice Ranko remove our children from her lifeless arms. I hold my mother closer to me, with all of my might I use the Force: I want her back. And I want her back now. And nothing happens. I am so strong in the Force I could destroy a planet…and yet…I couldn't save her…or bring her back.
I squeeze my eyes shut tight. I begin to shake. It's all their fault…it's all their fault! It's all their goddamn fault! They took her from me! I hate them! I hate them! More then I hate my father!
I lift my head, my hatred clear in my eyes. I will have all their heads! I will slaughter each one of them! I hate them!
"R-R-Ranma…"
I let go of my mother and stand up and run out of the door, slaughtering Amazons as I go. They are in my way. And they are just as bad!
I jump onto my speeder bike and rev it hard back to the village, back the to animals. Back to the animals that I will slaughter! I will make them all suffer!
I use the Force to make the bike go faster. For I will have their heads! I will kill them all! I don't care how old they are! Or what gender! I will slaughter them! I will make the night sky turn as bright as day with the fires! I hate them!
I arrive at the valley to their village and jump off the bike after making it head for a guard who screams before getting hit. I flip in the air and activate both my sabers in each hand. I cut a guard down to ribbons as my head starts to hurt from the sheer anger. But I don't care! I want them dead! I run towards the village, I want blood! I want them cut to little pieces!
"What is going on? I demand to know!" shouted an angry voice.
"Shut the fuck up!" I scream at the top of my lungs, the earth around me parts and raises into the air. Black electricity crackles loudly off of me. "It's all your fault! It's all your damn fault! I will slaughter you! You and your kind! I hate you! I hate you! I HATE YOU!!" I scream as she starts to yell in pain as her skin starts to boil.
My grip gets so tight; I destroy my left lightsaber.
"I HATE YOU!!" I scream again and push the Force out so hard that the very air gets sucked away as a black sphere of energy flies at her.
Her yells of pain are music to my ears. But it's not enough! It's not enough suffering! It is not enough!!
She starts to yell more as I use the Force to slowly twist her apart. Her eyes bulge wide as she twitches, trying to control her body, her neck starts to get longer, her fingers get bent in different shapes, her bones snap in every direction at once. Her breasts twists slowly, her abdomen starts to puff out. It is a female body and I know how to make it feel pure pain and that is what I am doing now. I watch her neck slowly start to twist her head backwards, her eyes turning blood red from the capillaries breaking. Her temples are pulsing to the point I can see them, but I don't care in the slightest. I don't even think of what I do next, but a long black cord of energy forms from the constant black lighting. It merges into what looks like a cord, but it seems to move on its own. It strikers her in her swollen abdomen. She lets out another scream, this one being ear splitting. The black cord starts to form veins across her body that stick up against the fabric. The veins slowly spread from her stomach down her legs and up over her breasts. I then vaguely see the veins stand out on her neck, then her jaw, and her temples. I glance to her hands to the twitching got more erratic and catches my attention. Her fingers are either backwards or in different shapes. Her hands have the veins too, this almost startles me from my slaughter of these petty beings before I see a flash of my mother dying in my arms. I scowl deeply.
"I HATE YOU!!" I scream as my vision turns from pure red to a near black.
The black lightning that has not form this perversion of death, crackles with my rage, and everything it touches is instantly swathed in unholy, blackish-green flames.
I watch her twitch violently, her screams make my head hurt, but the annoyance is soon ended when black liquid gushes from her mouth and she falls over dead. I pant in exhaustion while ignoring her cape that flutters behind her slowly.
"Prince Herb!" a voice cries. I look over and see another freak, another animal that wants to be slaughtered.
I run at him and slice him to pieces. I will make them all pay!
I feel a bit woozy from all that anger, not a single one escaped me. I adjust my Jedi robe and fling it behind me as I step onto the speeder bike. Let this be a warning to all who oppose me now. For I am once again a Sith.
I reeve the bike and drive off, the land lit like it is dusk, for the fire created by the Force, engulfs the entire mountain in it.
I feel numb. On the inside. Like I am operating off of instincts. I feel thin…
When I get back, I will take Ranko and our children away from the forsaken area.
I hate them…I hate them all… I think as I ride slowly, brooding. How can anyone kill someone like my mother? Never mind…I have done it and laughed… I grin, the feeling of laughter in my throat.
"Doesn't matter. My mother will get a proper burial. I will not let her have a simple hole in the ground." I say to no one, just the wind and myself. "What I wouldn't do to be at home…with my wife in my arms…before a nice blazing bon fire…what the?" I blink at my own words and stop the bike and blink.
I look up over the horizon and see a pillar of smoke, under it is fire…in the direction of the Amazon Village…
"No!" I shout and rev the bike hard. I feel like something is missing, some more then just my mother. "No! Please don't let me have lost anything else!" I begged, praying that someone or something will hear my pleas.
I arrive at the village, and everything is ablaze, just like the Musk mountain. I turn the bike off and run towards the village.
"Ranko! Kenma! Nodoka!" I shout over the fire. Though my children are newborns, I know they know my voice now and would respond to it if they could.
"Ranko! Kenma! Nodo-"
"Ranma!" Ranko runs to me, her face wet, her eyes red from tears.
"Ranko!" I run to her and intercept her into a hug. "What's happening? Where are Kenma and Nodoka?" I ask desperately, letting her go, about to run to the healer's hut.
"Ranma…" her voice is pained, like mine was when mother died.
I can't repress the shiver going through my body. The fear is even worse now. I don't have the courage to turn to her, fresh tears fill my eyes and start to fall. This is a dream. This cannot be real! None of this today can be real!
"Ranma…please…I need you…please…look at me…" she cries, her voice full of sorrow.
I swallow hard and turn around to face her. She is clutching her arms close to herself, her head down, her tears falling to the soil. I walk to her, hugging her close to me, tightly.
"Where are our children…?" I ask softly, hoping this is a dream.
"The…the Amazons killed them…" she holds me close and tightly, crying harder. "I tried to save them! I could have saved them! I could not get to them in time! I'm so sorry Ranma! I tried! I tried all I could!"
I freeze in shock. My children are dead too? This has to be a dream.
"I killed the Amazons! I killed them all! Not just the men though!" she holds me tighter. "But their warrior women too! I slaughtered their kids as well! For what they did to ours! I hate them!"
I am snapped from my daze by the Force crackling around me, giving a violent tingling sensation, Though the ground around her gets burnt from it. Her love is what keeps me from harm. Her love for me.
"I hate them Ranma! I slaughtered them all! I killed them in such ways that would make the Nazi's look like saints! I didn't want to do that! But they killed our children! They did not even get a chance at being alive for very long!" she holds me tighter now as her voice starts to drip with anger and hatred, more then her sorrow.
She lifts her head up at me and looks into my eyes. Her emotions reflect what I have done countless times. And for once in my life, I am scared. Scared because my wife, the only other person other then my mother, that I care for truly, is now full of anger and hatred. I wanted to avoid that with her. I truly did.
"You said you were something called a Sith, right? A warrior who uses the Force and the Dark Side. Their anger and hatred, their negative emotions."
"Sith use any emotions…extreme emotions…"
"Teach me to be one! I refuse to let our next child or children down again! I refuse it! Teach me to be a Sith! Teach me to use the Force as a tool! As a weapon!"
Fresh tears come once again, but these are smaller. Nearly dried up. I lean my head on hers. I close my eyes and nod gently. I never wanted to have her live a life of sorrow and pain. I wanted her happy.
"Prepare yourself then. I will teach you to be a Sith…I will teach you to use the Force not only as a tool and a weapon…but also as your means to dominate others. To make others your slaves, to make others do as you order out of fear and fear alone."
She hugs me closer and tighter.
"And prepare yourself for the path of this pain it creates…"
"But I won't be alone like you were…I will have you this time…" she holds me as tight as she can and I feel a few bones pop. "And I won't let you go…ever…"
What my mother said…
"No! Don't hesitate! Use your anger! Your hatred! Remember what those bitches did to our kids? Remember what those animals did to my mother!" I shout at Ranko as she hesitates from killing a police officer who has seen too much of the training.
"But…"
"Use it! If you don't this police officer will only make it so you lose all! You lose your hope to be loved! And they will separate us!"
That got it. I watch my wife use her crimson blade on the unconscious police officer.
The police officer wandered over to us when we were sparring with our lightsabers. Ranko noticed the woman before a brick flew at the unsuspecting woman and hit her in the head, knocking her out with an open gash on her head.
"You said you wanted to be a Sith my love. And I am teaching you. You need to learn to let go of your care for others of your type except for me. For unlike the others and our now dead mother and children, I will never betray you. The rest will! You have seen it! You have lived it!"
Ranko growled as she clenched her fist tightly. Dark energy started to crackle around her hand. Her talents are very well placed in the magical arts of the Force.
"Ranma…why must we hesitate then?" she demanded.
"For what? Showing ourselves?"
"Yes! Let's just kill them all!"
"And have nothing to rule over. Patients. As much as I don't want to hide I must as well. And I did when I returned from space. Even when I first knew you." I deactivate my weapon and attach it to my belt. I turn around and bring my black hood up over my head and start to walk. "Come. My ship is less then a day's journey from the now dead Amazon culture. In there is a special thing that any Sith should have: A Sith Holocron. On this, is the history and techniques of the Ancient Sith. Through it and the Shades that reside in it, we will remake the Sith Empire."
I hear her weapon deactivate and she quickly follows me. Her hood going up as well.
"Ranma…?"
"Yes?"
"Is love…truly aloud for a Sith?"
I turn around to face her.
"Yes. Any emotion used to the extreme may be used. That is the Dark Side. I have never been taught to be a Jedi, so I was teaching you the Dark Side anyway. Anger and hatred are much easier to use and attain for something. So most Sith are very…dark. When we start the order again…you can only trust me. The others would kill you the moment you show any weakness." I reach my right hand to her face and softly hold her chin. "I will be the only one to love you as well."
She leans towards me, her eyes slowly closing, her lips parted a bit.
"Then stay by my side…my love. My eternal lover." She whispers.
"Anything for you…I won't lose you either. I have lost too much."
We close the small gap and kiss. My love pouring out into the kiss, her love pours out as well. If anything else happens, I will have her at my side.
"How much further?" Ranko asks.
"Not much. About a day now."
"Why did we leave behind any speeders?"
"Don't know. Just that the Force told me to. Usually something good happens when it tells me something."
"As you say my love."
I smirk under my hood then stop in my tracks. I look around; the feeling of the Dark Side is very strong to our west, away from the ship. But if this can aid us, I will more then gladly go there.
"Ranma, do you feel that?"
"Yes. I do. We need to see what it is."
"Of course."
It is nighttime now, and a small fire is spotted before us among some trees and in a small clearing. I gesture to my wife and we both use the Force to hide us. We sneak over and see young man, older them myself, about eighteen years old sitting before a fire, starting into it intently. His dark eyes and black shoulder length unkempt hair made him appear even more evil then the feeling he is giving off. He is fairly well muscled and sits ready at the same time.
Who is this? I sense the Dark Side bleeding from him. It is almost as if he lost all…like us.
I feel it too my love. Stay on your guard. I want to test this individual. He is quite strong in the Force.
I step forward and hold my lightsaber in my hand and notice a wooden quarter staff leaning against his shoulder.
A pathetic weapon, if used wrong. With the Force however, it could be as effective as a lightsaber.
I let the Force drop and rustle my feet on the dry leaves and twigs. The mysterious young man jolts up almost immediately, his hand on the staff, holding it ready. I see in the firelight that it is worn and splintered from use.
Hmm…bit slow in reaction, but that could be changed.
"Who are you?" the youth shouted.
I smiled at him when he glared. The Dark Side is bleeding from him as my wife said.
"Why are you smiling? Tell me who you are or die!"
"I am simply looking for recruits…you seem to be of all the requirements."
"What? Recruits? Get lost! I don't need your pathetic sympathy or teachings!"
"Says you. By the way you were sitting and reacted…as well as brooding, you lost something important to you."
The young man growled then dropped his head, the sorrow coming from him shows I am correct.
I raised my saber quickly as it activated and block his staff, his speed is surprising, but still below my status. He glares at me as his weapon starts to smoke.
"Very impressive!" I smile. "Use your anger! Your hatred! Think of all the things that went bad for you! Think of the ones you loved and held close to your heart! Think of those that wanted nothing more then your happiness! Now think of how you had them ripped away!"
The youth let out a yell of rage and picked up his staff and swung again at me. I casually dodged to the side and pushed him with the Force into a tree. His already present momentum caused him to crash through it, and have it topple on him.
"Damn…didn't mean to kill him…oh well." I shrug and walk to Ranko. "What a waste."
"We…aren't done…yet!" the youth growled, slowly pushing the tree from him. I smirk evilly along with my wife and turn to him as he gets up and pants.
"Impressive." I smile at him then run to him and hold the glowing blade to his throat as it comes to life once again. "Most impressive."
"What? How…?"
"I am a Sith. My wife is also a Sith. I offer to teach you how to be one as well and get revenge for those you loved. Those you wanted to protect. Or simply kill those who you want to destroy. It matters little."
"Who are you?"
"My name is Ranma Saotome. But you may call me master. You have very good skills. With my help you could become even more powerful. You could avenge your loved ones and then make sure no one else will ever hurt you again! I can teach you secrets you never dreamed of!"
Ranko comes out from the shadow, smirking and clapping softly.
"Very impressive young man. Your skills with that staff are excellent. I noticed how you used the Force to make it withstand such a weapon as a lightsaber. I could teach you much in the ways of the magic of the Force."
"Or I could teach you to become a Sith Warrior. And eventually, a Sith Lord. Either way you learn magic."
"As you learn fighting arts." My wife finishes for me.
The youth growled then dropped his staff. I removed the blade yet kept it on. He is fast and strong, I like that. But I won't lower my guard.
"Teach me? Why? Why are you offering me this?" The man asks.
"We needs students," I reply, "or servants. However you prefer to look at it."
He frowns. "So, you'll teach me to use this… Force. But I'll have to serve you?"
I nod, and my wife smiles. "That's the deal. Or, you could refuse, and I can kill you now."
He seems not the least bit phased by the threat. Truly, he has decided that he has lost all that is worth living for.
He falls to his knees and bows to me.
"My name is Rayden. Rayden Shikodan. And I am yours to command, Master."
All worth living for, except power.
"Heh. Rise. I will teach you how to be a Sith Warrior. Your skills are excellent. You would make a fine Sith Lord as well. And with any luck, any fool dumb enough to be able to learn from you, will be taught from one of the best Sith Warriors ever."
He smirked at me and I notice his eyes are grey, not dark. Very interesting that they look dark in the firelight; most interesting indeed.
"Love, the ship?"
"Ah yes." I smile and deactivate my saber. "Come Rayden. Your training will begin. You will learn to avenge those that you lost to those that forced you away from them. You and you alone have the right to slaughter the ones that hurt you." I turn from him, my wife does as well and I hear him gather this things and follows behind silently.
"Teach me more about these…Sith you talk of."
"Gladly." Ranko chuckles.
I sit at a chair at the table in the ship. The rations are horrible; I prefer Ranko's cooking. But some food is better then none. Ranko sits next to me, leaning against my arm, scribbling down formulas of Sith alchemy as well as chemicals that could be acquired by us. Rayden is silent, he is a very silent young man, but his actions speak his mind.
"What are you working on?" I ask, though alchemy is not what I specialize in, I do have some interest in it.
"Working out plans to make Sith Hounds."
"Sith Hounds?" Rayden ask from his meditation.
"Creatures that are twisted and warped by the Dark Side. They are primarily used to guard tombs of the Sith. They are very powerful and have a near human intelligence. They attack any that are not Dark Side followers or the servants of Dark Siders." I answer.
"They can tell?" he asked, opening his eyes.
"Yes. They are black and rather large, glowing red eyes, and to top it off, they are pack hunters and are very fond of waiting for the perfect moment to strike…which could be when your asleep or least expect it…or even in the middle of a battle."
"They are also thought to learn the ability to talk." Ranko mumbled from her work.
Rayden became silent again then shrugged.
"Not my area."
"It's alright." I smile as my wife puts the papers down and stretches.
"Ok! That is out of the way." She sighs in relief. "According to Kiran Tor, the main power source if not most of the key parts use crystals."
"Crystals? There is a crystal mine that my ancestors have always used." Rayden spoke up again.
He is just full of surprises, I like this.
"Where?" Ranko asks, sitting up. "I would like to try these things."
"About four days walk from here. They are guarded now by the Joujoutsua Amazons…a new group of Amazons that are trying to gain military superiority in the area."
I scowl at the mention of amazons.
"Then we will remove each of them before we get access to the mines. From there we shall use the crystals in machines. I am sure your people would be proud to get revenge against those barbarians." I snarl.
Rayden scowls and once again the Dark Side bleeds from him.
"I will kill most of them myself!" he shouts.
I smirk evilly. This is turning out great. He is already fully down the Dark Side. All I need to do now is train him as a Sith Warrior.
"Then they shall be yours. For we already got revenge against the group that hurt us. When you are done, come to me and tell me that you are done. After that I will train you a bit in some magic of the Force. After that my husband will teach you the more finer arts of the Sith. But if you go now, be mindful of them. They wiped your people out and you are very strong. If you go with your quarterstaff, use your anger, your hatred. Channel the Force and your feelings into the weapon. You will have no need for a lightsaber if you do so." Ranko instructed without much care as to the safety of the Amazons. I feel slightly bad she turned so cold, but I know she is still mourning for the loss of our children. I am too.
"As you wish. I will leave tomorrow." Rayden said, standing up and walking to the sleeping quarters.
"What do you think honey?" Ranko watched him leave.
"Much potential. He is a very good fighter without my teachings, but against a Jedi, that will mean nothing. I will watch him, the last thing I need is to lose my first apprentice this soon."
"And should he succeed?"
"All the easier my love." I hold her close and feel her hands starting to roam my body. I can't help but smile as I move her hands away.
"Aww…why not?" she pouts up at me.
"First off your moan pretty loud and I think Rayden will need his sleep. Second we should prepare for tomorrow. After that…then…well…" I smirk at her and kiss her lips. Her tongue eagerly pushes against my lips. I open my mouth and accept her actions.
Ah what the hell?I push her back against the chair and rub her soft breasts. Her moan into my mouth tells me that she's more then eager for this.
She pulls back with a look of lust.
"I thought you said later…"
"It is later…" I smile at her and lift her shirt, exposing her chest. Damn I love when she doesn't use a bra.
Ah…nothing like being in the arms of a loved one…preferably when she's nude. It's still hard to get over the loss of our children, but we use it to fuel our desire to crush.
"Ranma?"
"Yes?" I ask, nuzzling her neck with my nose.
"Rayden left…"
"Meh." I shrug. "He'll be fine."
"My…aren't you the caring one?"
"Only to you now." I smile against her shoulder.
"Don't leave me…" she whispers, her voice pleading.
"I won't even consider it." I whisper back, leaning up and kissing her lips.
I pull back before she can kiss me back. I look down at her, running my right hand through her hair. Her blush clashing with her blue eyes makes me smile.
Before I know it I am hit by a sudden fit of shyness, blushing myself and looking away from her to try and hide it.
Not again… I think dejected.
"Aww! My Great Dark Lord of the Sith blushing and shy?" she teases, loving when I get into these moments.
"Shut up…" I try to say with some pride.
"Aww! That's so adorable! Come here sweetie! I'll take good care of you! Hungry?"
I blush harder, she knows that without the kids her breasts still need something to drain the milk and knows that I won't consider it.
"But…you know that I don't…"
"You're just stubborn."
"So?"
"So nothing! Come here and feed!" she smirks and pulls my mouth to her breasts.
Who the hell is in charge here? Mmm…milk with sugar…who'd a thought…wait…what am I doing?
"Mmmm…Ranma…" Her right hand shifts through my hair, her left on my back.
Feeding…that's what.
I sigh mentally. I hope I'm not turning whipped. I better not be…
I glance up at my wife, her face showing pure bliss for two reasons and I know why they both are. I'll do what it takes to keep her happy.
I increase my suckling, repressing a shudder since this isn't really for me, but if it keeps her hormones down to some level I will gladly do this…when she was pregnant it was a nightmare…
"You are not worthy of such knowledge! You are no Sith!" the dark, echoing voice of the shade Marin Kor'La said to me.
I glare at her. She is one of the only female shades on the Holocron.
"You will teach me the art of weapon and armor making shade! If you do not, I will end your miserable afterlife!"
Her laughter fills the meditation chamber where the Holocron is held.
"And what makes you so powerful Ranma Saotome? You don't fight like a Sith, nor know knowledge that is basic knowledge to all Sith! What makes you think you can harm me? I am already beyond the grave."
"Simply that I am the new Dark Lord of the Sith! Your empire fell mighty Sith Lord. And even in death I am higher up then you! You either obey me, or die! For the knowledge of creating armor and weapons was lost when the Sith Empire fell!"
She laughed at me again, her old, decrypted face makes me sick, her laughing doesn't help.
"Fine, if you do not believe me…" I snarl, my hand gesturing like I grip a neck. Her voice cracks and she chokes, holding her neck and looking at me in shock. "I am more powerful then any Sith before me, without all the treasures the Jedi destroyed. You have one reason in afterlife now. And that is to serve me for eternity, regardless of who you served before."
"I…I…I will not…"
"Then you die, a second time, and this time, for good." I make her neck get thinner, the spirit is normally immune to such things, but I don't want any to oppose me, I am using my full Force abilities.
"W-w-wait! We can…we can make a deal…"
I keep the grip on her throat, getting tighter, my eyes starting to glow, for I see it in the slight reflection on her.
"I…I will…I will teach you…all…all I know…please…don't kill me…Master."
I let her go, and she visibly relaxes.
"Know this Shade. You may be a spirit, but I am more then you could possibly imagine. I can kill you without any treasures of the Sith."
"As you wish…Master." She snarls at me.
"Watch your tone with me, for I will not have any oppose me."
"Yes Master…forgive me."
"Teach me the knowledge long lost. For I tire of not knowing all Sith secrets when a Sith Lord taught me."
"As you wish…I shall tell you all I know."
"Good." I glare at her. "See to it I am pleased with the knowledge you give me, for you are in the Holocron, and if you are a waste of space, I will make room in it."
She nods slowly and I can see fear on her face.
I smile evilly; all is going according to plan.
Several months have passed, Rayden is learning very fast, as am I with a new Shade, the first was enough to survive, this time though, the Shade is teaching me things that would interest my wife, but its good to know. What I do find interesting though is how I can alter any life form into what I want. I will use some human guinea pigs, preferably any Amazons left of the Amazon nation.
I walk towards the main room of the ship, my wife going over more notes and formulas, I now know the time and commitement it takes to be what she is. I'm glad I'm a warrior.
"Seen Rayden?" Ranko asks from her calculations.
"No why?" I ask, walking over to a terminal and run a quick check on the ship, though my droids do the work, I want to make sure its ok.
"He said that he remembered how those bitches took from us...our family. Well, he brought some Amazons back for us to do as we please."
I raise my brow and glance at her.
"I know, I could use them as test subjects, but the metamorphic chamber isn't quite ready, we are lacking the chemicals we need."
"But the completion requirements are complete? In so little time?"
"Yes. It was simple to make really, and we will have the fun to watch the change of them too."
Well, this was unexpected. Oh well, time for some fun.
"Rayden in the ship?"
"Yes, he is practicing now, and I told him to expect to be in Japan soon, seeing I know your eager to get those chemicals now." She says, still writing formulas down. Damn she's smart.
So I finally return back to Japan in the ship. Oh well. That doesn't matter. From what I left off in the company, the plans for the first hyperdrive ship was given out, Nabiki has, since then been in control. I wonder how the company is doing.
"Alright, I will fly the ship to Japan. Make any final completions on any plans to twist those women around. And where are they by the way?"
"In cryo-sleep." She says, starting a new page. "I put them there. There are twelve of them."
"As many as the sleep chambers can hold. Ok. When we get back, do as you see fit, I will check on the company and look into ways of starting the Sith up, but as a silent web."
"As you wish." She continues her work.
Leave it to her to get her nose stuck in a book or figuring out complex problems. I wonder what type of creatures she will make for us.
I watch her a few moments before turning to the cockpit.
I will also try my hand at creating something out of the Amazons. But what? They are warriors…I could make them like the Massassi Abominations…able to use a bit of the Dark Side, yet not Sith Warriors. Actually, I will, and I will make them my personal honor guard, loyal to me and incapable of betraying me…now to learn from the Shades how to do that.
"Oh, Ranma. You're back. How was the sudden trip?" Nabiki smirked from my chair, obviously enjoying her temporary position as head of the company.
"Bad. Tell me all that has happened."
"Simple. While you were gone, there has been an expedition to Pluto, the hyperdrive system was a success. As we speak, there are now a few Ore Miners gathering asteroids from the Asteroid Belt to get the materials needed to make more, as well as space station plans."
Odd…I know that I never released such plans. I wonder…
"What model space station?"
"XG-450. Quite simple yet complex plans really and to think you have had all types of things hidden. But don't worry, all the Ore Miners as well as the space station being built are in the company's name and rights. Nothing, and I mean nothing, can take them away from us."
So going into files you aren't allowed to huh? Well…I could use this plan. I will use her to a further end till she is of no more use to me. Though if she tries to push me from the mortal coil…she has another thing coming.
"Fine. Continue with your plans. Tell me when the space station is complete and I will be the one to decide the first ship to make in mass production."
"Alright. What about the Cloning Branch?" she asks, taking out a digital notepad.
"What do they want?"
"They want to know when the first clone will be completed in the time that is estimated."
"Tell them that I will allow mass cloning, as much as they want, but only after I approve it in person and with personal signature. Something you cant even do Nabiki. And tell them I want the building in China."
"China?" she asks, after typing in what I said.
"Plenty of room there that no one uses. We have the money to build them on mountains or what not."
"Alright. When will the first genetic genes be given out?"
"When I can get some."
"Not going to ask for volunteers?"
"No, that would be too simple, though many would demand clones, for fun or other means, the population for the time being is stuck on earth. In the mean time, I have a list of chemicals I would like you to attain for me. The list in on the computer already."
"What for?" she asks, looking at the list. I know she's a hacker, common sense, but its good to know that the pawn isn't stupid.
"Personal matters."
"Hmm…alright."
I leave the room silently as she looks the list over.
Hmm…I can't have her opposing me. I know she wants me dead now. And steal the plans for herself and hoping to get away with it. I will keep my eye on this pawn. With her help though, she unknowingly accelerated my plans.
My face twists in an evil smile. Soon, soon I will have revenge on the Jedi for their petty beliefs, soon I will do all I have wanted, and soon I will be the ruler over all.
"The Cult of the Sith. My…isn't that original?" my wife chuckles at me as we wake up at our home, or my mother's home.
"We already have over fifty people that joined, a few are even Force sensitive. The promise of power to someone brings out the darkest depths, easy for corrupting another. It is only a matter of time before more Sith are trained as Warriors or Acolytes." I shrug at her.
She rolls her eyes at me before walking over to the table and sitting down to read.
"Where is Rayden?" I ask.
"Teaching new Sith."
"But I thought you-"
"No honey. I knew. I just wanted to make you moody." She grins at me as I glare at her. Usually seeing her in her undergarments would calm me down, but right now…I don't feel like calming down.
"You're a pain, you know that?" I grumble and walk out of the kitchen, followed by her laughter.
Marriage aint all it's cracked up to be…
The last thing I will do is fall for my own trick; I won't be manipulated by my own apprentice. She is my wife and I love her dearly, but I will not fall to her.
A good thing about this new cult is that the underdogs join. They are perfect for corruption, perfect for the Dark Side. After seeing how many joined in a few weeks, mostly showing the power they could get or the riches, I wonder how easy it would be if I were to go to Africa. Those countries are all third world. No higher ups desire to help them. They too, if promised better things, given better things, would give extreme loyalty, as well as their precious resources.
I walk out the front door, the cold crisp morning air makes me hurry to the paper. I get the paper then walk back into the house, ignoring the looks of the neighbor's daughters staring at me in my boxers only.
I smirk at the front page.
New Cult arises! Cruel deeds committed in acts of terrorism!
Terrorism? No, just fear factor. This planet is paranoid of terrorism. It is amusing really how jumpy people get, mainly the Americans. They believe that terrorist do it for no reason at all. Little do they know that they provoke it, yet their pride and fat bellies deny that, refuse to believe it. If they think my cult is a terrorist group…they have another thing coming.
"Honey, I made the front page!" I call out and walk into the kitchen.
"Oh?" she blinks at me, looking up from her tea and her book.
I turn the paper to her and smirk.
"I'm a terrorist now! My! Aren't they mean?"
She laughs and takes the paper from my hand with the Force and reads it over more.
"And since when did you order the bombing of several hospitals and police stations?"
"That's just it. I didn't. I think that a rise in power as a cult that started two weeks ago, they need to pin it on somebody."
She reads over more then snorts.
"They don't even know who the leader is and they jump the gun?"
"Anything to sell a paper. Damn shame that most of the things that will be done or given to the public will be under my strict control."
"Why?" she blinks up at me. "Why waste your time with the TV and Newspapers?"
"Control the media, control the mind." I smile. "It is a matter of time before anything happens in the open. Until then, an underground network is the best things. Like a spider making the web in the night."
"And appears in the morning only when its too late…" Her slightly confused face turns wicked. "I like it. Are you sure you didn't have this kind of power where you come from?"
"I could have, but it would have been…short lived." I explain, sitting down across from her. Damn this chair is cold.
"Oh? You never really told me how you got there. To that other galaxy and how you controlled the Senate you spoke of."
I look at her a bit, judging her then nod.
"I was with my…father." I spit the word out like a bad taste, much like morning breath. "That stupid training trip of his. I was isolated, lonely, and was never allowed to make friends. We traveled all over the country, and even to china. When I was ten years old, he put me through that Neko-Ken training of his. After that I have been terrified of cats. For his own stupidity, he made me suffer, insulting me, beating on me, and using me as a barter chip. I have always hated him for it. Slowly my care for my father vanished, slowly my hatred grew. I don't know how I would have turned out if I stayed with him. I guess it was luck that I was some how transported to that galaxy."
"Transported? In what way?" her voice is concerned, her foot rubbing up my shin then down slowly.
"I don't know. We visited a very old temple, near ruin. The monks there were old, frail, yet at the same time, held some type of knowledge. I believe now that it was a Force Artifact. How they got that or made it, I do not know. But I know this, my father wanted it. He tried to steal it several times, each time, he was defeated by those old weak men. Eventually he decided to use me to retrieve it. Telling me that it was for mother. Heh heh heh…how naive I was. When I managed to slip into the temple, I saw the item. Surprisingly, it looked much like a Holocron. Holocrons are simply Force knowledge holders, like vaults.
"When I touched it, I felt a surge, that made me yelp in surprise, and the monks came looking for me. In my desperation, I grabbed the artifact and ran, the entire time I ignored the tingling sensation. When I nearly got to my father, by some twist of fate, I tripped. I landed on the artifact as well and crushed it below me. It turned out to be completely hollow. The last thing I remember from that point on was a blinding flash then darkness. When I awoke, I awoke in a bed, in the presence of my old master.
"She asked me what I was doing there, for it was a secret place she had. I was confused and stuck my foot in my mouth, saying, "I walked in." That was a mistake. She drew her blade on me about to kill me for it. In my fear and self-preservation, I pushed at her, hoping to get her away from me or move away myself. And that was when I first used the Force. She of course woke up an hour later. In feeling bad for what I did, I took care of her for that hour…best I could. After that was my training. I learned the hard way to forget all my father taught me. She could hit hard, and did not care what happened to me. Eventually though I changed for either the better or worse. My training was hard because she never showed me any affection of any type. Then around sixteen or so, is when she forced her self on me in drunken stupor. After that, I swore I would get my revenge against her and all others that hurt me. So I played my cards, waited for the right moments, soon I became far deadlier then her. She feared me after awhile. When I was seventeen, I defeated her in combat for the first time. As tradition goes as Darth Bane set up, I was to kill her. But I decided against it. I wiped her memories of that incident and played my cards right still. I was the master longer then I let on.
"Eventually my path lead to the eradication of most of the Force Witches. I was glad when the died too. Only one that made me feel bad was my first apprentice, Tenel Ka. She herself was a witch, and a former Jedi. I tested her skills as well as my own. I killed Skywalker and his wife. Skywalker was the strongest Jedi at the time. After that I planed to reward her, not intending what happened after that. I was originally going to reward her the title of Sith. But her urges got the better of her and we had sex…" I growl. "I did not want it with a witch! For I hate them! They were like the Amazons!" I manage to calm down a bit and continue my story.
"I went along with her desires, her needs, her petty urges. I could tell it was from her Witch side. If anything, one would think that I enjoyed it. They would be foolish to think that. For I can act, very well. I can create false emotions to thrive on, only to have my real emotions, brooding, waiting, desiring. After that, I could have controlled my former master further like I was slowly doing, as I slowly rotted her mind, but I decided against it. My plans were working out. I wanted to rule, and rule alone at the time.
"Several weeks after that, my former master, her new apprentice, and Tenel Ka were dead. I did not foresee it, their demise. It turned out, Tenel Ka betrayed us, told the New Republic about us, and died by either my former master or her apprentice. At that time, after finding out, I killed the Senate. I could have seized power then, I could have ruled all. But I was not stupid. My rule would have been very short lived if I suddenly dawned myself ruler. No, I knew my actions would lead to a civil war among the planets, I knew my actions would rule the fate of billions. After the death of the senate, I ran, I fled into space and their fleet was after me. I destroyed it by passing between two stars, like fools, they followed me and I made the stars join, killing them. Then I set about coming back home. That took much calculation and planning, but it paid off.
"From there you know the rest, of how I arrived here, killed an Amazon, and started the company up from an old one. Ever since I have been planning to restart the Sith Empire, for the rule by Darth Bane, is trash, for the weak, and most of all, in effective. The Sith Empire was powerful, it was rich, it was as large as the Old Republic. But a foolish Dark Lord, named Naga Sadow destroyed it thinking he could take over the Republic…what a fool he was. He ruined the Golden Age…but with my influence and power, I will bring the Sith Empire back. Between the fall of the first and the one I will create, everything means nothing. Those so called Sith…they were nothing, for they were weak, petty, and most of all, incompetent."
"Wasn't there another Sith Empire then? You said the first?"
"The other was created by Exar Kun. A Jedi turned Sith. He too had an empire at his hands, he was doing quite well…but as the fate of our people…he too lost his title and ranking, he was arrogant and brash. I believe that the Sith fell for a reason, almost as if the Dark Side wanted it, for it did forewarn the Sith Lords at the time, about the fall. But none listened. The Great Marka Ragnos told them…he warned them that the Sith Empire could fall!"
"And they did not listen…" my wife snorts. "What fools they were…you won't let yours fail, will you?"
"No, I will not. In two weeks, we have over fifty Sith. That is very good. I will go to Africa…start the Sith there, hold the world closer in my hand."
"I will come with you when you do go." Ranko smiled at me before looking at the paper again. "Besides, a Sith Lord in the Holocron, an alchemic master…said he sensed Sith relics on this world."
"Sith? Here?" I ask, my interest peeked.
"What he said." She said, sipping her tea. "I saw Egypt when he showed me where they were."
"Oh yes, Egypt. Makes sense really."
"Why is that?" Ranko asks, looking up at me.
"The Sith ruins, the tombs to their masters and long dead empire…are very similar to Egyptian architect. Almost makes sense, but how Sith came here…is a mystery. If there is indeed a Sith Relic here, I will claim it. And you yourself may study it if you desire."
She smiles at me and looks back down at the paper.
"On a side note…..our stock when up over eighty four points."
"Big deal."
"Thought you would say as much…when do we leave for Egypt love?"
"Noon." I smirk and stand up, walking to the phone, I have plans to see to now. Plans that will only help me further.
Sorry this one is a bit shorter then the rest. I want to leave it hanging a bit, and not drag this out best I can. The info I am telling about the Sith is true. You don't like the idea the Sith were very powerful at one point (they could remove the hearts of suns, twist animals or people into pawns, make themselves stronger in the Force, or bring the dead back to life) you deserved to be dragged into the street and shot, for the only two rule is bull. Yes that rule happened, for awhile too, started by Darth Bane….the pansy.
Anyway, Ranma will get challenges, don't worry. I will throw a twist in when I think it's needed or if I'm bored…I'm simple minded, so shoot me. His greatest challenges will be when he gets back to the stars, with an army behind him, and when he returns to the SW galaxy.
As usual I'd like to thank Black Dragon and DarkJackel. Rayden is Black Dragon's character, soon DarkJackel's will be added. I meant it when I said I'd add people. But nnnnnoooooooooo….anyway, I might not update for a while, nor even touch my comp after the 18th of November…why? Metroid Prime! That's why! And no, don't worry, I won't combine that into this………..I have another fic that's not Ranma, and started before it comes out that would benefit it. I do promise though that Chapter 3 of Dark Jedi would be coming soon after I beat the game. (40-70 hours I believe they said for the above-average game player…sweet, cause that's me.)
Cya around!
Archangel of Strife