Title: Sith's Tale
Authors: A and Farore
Genre: Adventure/Angst, slightly AU
Rating: PG-13
Timeline: Somewhere around Episode I
Archive: Please ask first.
Disclaimer: All the original Star Wars characters belong to George Lucas etc. We make no money out of this.
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Sith's Tale
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Chapter 1
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A pair of humans was engaged in a lightsabre duel. The taller one, a red head, moved smoother than the black-haired apprentice. They could have been just a couple of normal Jedi. But when exploring the battle scene thoroughly you could see the sabres having a red glow. The tactics were also far from the Jedi.
"Attack me Dazlio, attack! Can't you do better than that? You've got the skills of a lousy initiate!" shouted the master.
The apprentice gritted her teeth and with a sudden boost of anger swished toward the master's hip. A useless attack it seemed. In an instant the master blocked the sabre with her own, kicked Dazlio on the chest because of which the apprentice lost her sabre, and Force-pushed her lying on her stomach on the floor.
The girl was exhausted and couldn't move an inch. They'd been duelling for 2 hours without a single break even though it was the youngster's first time with a one-bladed sabre. The master stood above her. Dazlio's heart raced - she knew she'd pay dearly for the mistake.
"Anger and fear are our tools, and they're much more powerful in use than what the feelings Jedi represent. Nevertheless there's a danger that they'll make you blind if you don't use common sense. Got it?"
"Yeh, mastrrrr..." Daz' voice was barely audible. She watched the world through half closed lids behind a grey haze. She was about to pass out until she felt a weight on her back that took the air out of her lungs. Some of her ribs cracked.
Darth Elmikk, her left foot on Dazlio, forced the apprentice's head backwards by pulling strongly on her braided hair: "GOT IT?"
Daz gathered as much air as she could through the agony and managed to speak out loud: "Yes, master!"
The master released her. "Now let your fear for the punishment boost you to get up. Face it like a woman!"
The apprentice indeed was panicked and didn't notice the inside joke. She could stand up a bit unsteadily only with a little Force suggestion from her master. Her eyes went wide and she gasped when she saw what was on her master's palm.
"No, master, please, don't!" She tried to speak between ragged breaths.
"Sith don't plead for mercy! You think your slip wasn't that a big deal? I could have killed you easily! Now get down on your knees!" she hissed.
Dazlio could only obey.
Elmikk paced around her in a semi-circle. Daz eyed the black Ansionian beetle-like device with yellow lightning streaks. It had only two buttons - the other to determine the intensity and the other to engage the torture. Her hands trembled uncontrollably and she hardly heard the master's words.
"You need to learn to love the pain. It tells you that you are alive, and when you are alive there is still something you can do." She took a step closer to Dazlio and gave her an electric shock. Dazlio cried out of pain. It hurt so much. She knew that she should've been quiet but she just couldn't help it. She had to cry aloud.
"You need to be silent, my apprentice. We'll end this when you are quiet." And she pushed the engage button again.
Dazlio wasn't able to be silent. She cried again. Her master shocked her once again and Dazlio welcomed the blackness as she fainted. Elmikk knelt down to her apprentice and took her in her arms and carried the apprentice to her quarters.
She put Dazlio on the bed and sat next to her. Elmikk took care Dazlio's wounds. She made it as quickly as possible because it was the way how her 19 year-old apprentice would suffer the least.
"You know, I don't enjoy doing this. I just have to make sure you're strong enough for our future mission among the Jedi. They will not be gentle if they catch us." Mikk just sat there next to Dazlio as long as the girl woke up.
Daz was greeted with a migraine when she opened her eyes to meet the gaze of her master. She looked at her own hands behind half closed lids and could see deep already healing scars on the underside of her wrists. The side effect of the Burner - so they called the machine she hated so much. She'd been through hundreds of ways of different torture or 'punishment' techniques during the years trapped in here. She just wanted to leave this place so badly, but knew there was no place she could run away from the guarding eye of Sidious. She'd only succeed in that either dead or as a full grown Sith.
Neither of the choices appealed to her.
She turned her attention back to the scars. They would heal soon, and somehow she felt glad they wouldn't leave a permanent mark. She pitied herself for thinking such vain thoughts, remembering her whining in the fear of the latest punishment. How could she be like this? After all the hard work Elmikk had done to harden her mind she just felt more and more emotionally torn - and weak.
She was interrupted by the sound of her master.
"How are you, Daz?" She asked, gently touching the youngster's arm. Daz mumbled something incoherent and tried to move, but stopped as she felt a stinging pain in her chest. Her cry was muffled by Mikk's palm on her mouth. "Shh, don't yell. You can never let anyone see if you're suffering. The enemy will learn they got an advantage over you." She waited until the apprentice calmed down, taking air in sharp pants. "Sorry about not working on the ribs before, though." Mikk placed her other hand on Daz' chest and closed her eyes. A cool breeze swept over Daz and she fell in an uneasy sleep.
TBC if you review!!
Authors: A and Farore
Genre: Adventure/Angst, slightly AU
Rating: PG-13
Timeline: Somewhere around Episode I
Archive: Please ask first.
Disclaimer: All the original Star Wars characters belong to George Lucas etc. We make no money out of this.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sith's Tale
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 1
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A pair of humans was engaged in a lightsabre duel. The taller one, a red head, moved smoother than the black-haired apprentice. They could have been just a couple of normal Jedi. But when exploring the battle scene thoroughly you could see the sabres having a red glow. The tactics were also far from the Jedi.
"Attack me Dazlio, attack! Can't you do better than that? You've got the skills of a lousy initiate!" shouted the master.
The apprentice gritted her teeth and with a sudden boost of anger swished toward the master's hip. A useless attack it seemed. In an instant the master blocked the sabre with her own, kicked Dazlio on the chest because of which the apprentice lost her sabre, and Force-pushed her lying on her stomach on the floor.
The girl was exhausted and couldn't move an inch. They'd been duelling for 2 hours without a single break even though it was the youngster's first time with a one-bladed sabre. The master stood above her. Dazlio's heart raced - she knew she'd pay dearly for the mistake.
"Anger and fear are our tools, and they're much more powerful in use than what the feelings Jedi represent. Nevertheless there's a danger that they'll make you blind if you don't use common sense. Got it?"
"Yeh, mastrrrr..." Daz' voice was barely audible. She watched the world through half closed lids behind a grey haze. She was about to pass out until she felt a weight on her back that took the air out of her lungs. Some of her ribs cracked.
Darth Elmikk, her left foot on Dazlio, forced the apprentice's head backwards by pulling strongly on her braided hair: "GOT IT?"
Daz gathered as much air as she could through the agony and managed to speak out loud: "Yes, master!"
The master released her. "Now let your fear for the punishment boost you to get up. Face it like a woman!"
The apprentice indeed was panicked and didn't notice the inside joke. She could stand up a bit unsteadily only with a little Force suggestion from her master. Her eyes went wide and she gasped when she saw what was on her master's palm.
"No, master, please, don't!" She tried to speak between ragged breaths.
"Sith don't plead for mercy! You think your slip wasn't that a big deal? I could have killed you easily! Now get down on your knees!" she hissed.
Dazlio could only obey.
Elmikk paced around her in a semi-circle. Daz eyed the black Ansionian beetle-like device with yellow lightning streaks. It had only two buttons - the other to determine the intensity and the other to engage the torture. Her hands trembled uncontrollably and she hardly heard the master's words.
"You need to learn to love the pain. It tells you that you are alive, and when you are alive there is still something you can do." She took a step closer to Dazlio and gave her an electric shock. Dazlio cried out of pain. It hurt so much. She knew that she should've been quiet but she just couldn't help it. She had to cry aloud.
"You need to be silent, my apprentice. We'll end this when you are quiet." And she pushed the engage button again.
Dazlio wasn't able to be silent. She cried again. Her master shocked her once again and Dazlio welcomed the blackness as she fainted. Elmikk knelt down to her apprentice and took her in her arms and carried the apprentice to her quarters.
She put Dazlio on the bed and sat next to her. Elmikk took care Dazlio's wounds. She made it as quickly as possible because it was the way how her 19 year-old apprentice would suffer the least.
"You know, I don't enjoy doing this. I just have to make sure you're strong enough for our future mission among the Jedi. They will not be gentle if they catch us." Mikk just sat there next to Dazlio as long as the girl woke up.
Daz was greeted with a migraine when she opened her eyes to meet the gaze of her master. She looked at her own hands behind half closed lids and could see deep already healing scars on the underside of her wrists. The side effect of the Burner - so they called the machine she hated so much. She'd been through hundreds of ways of different torture or 'punishment' techniques during the years trapped in here. She just wanted to leave this place so badly, but knew there was no place she could run away from the guarding eye of Sidious. She'd only succeed in that either dead or as a full grown Sith.
Neither of the choices appealed to her.
She turned her attention back to the scars. They would heal soon, and somehow she felt glad they wouldn't leave a permanent mark. She pitied herself for thinking such vain thoughts, remembering her whining in the fear of the latest punishment. How could she be like this? After all the hard work Elmikk had done to harden her mind she just felt more and more emotionally torn - and weak.
She was interrupted by the sound of her master.
"How are you, Daz?" She asked, gently touching the youngster's arm. Daz mumbled something incoherent and tried to move, but stopped as she felt a stinging pain in her chest. Her cry was muffled by Mikk's palm on her mouth. "Shh, don't yell. You can never let anyone see if you're suffering. The enemy will learn they got an advantage over you." She waited until the apprentice calmed down, taking air in sharp pants. "Sorry about not working on the ribs before, though." Mikk placed her other hand on Daz' chest and closed her eyes. A cool breeze swept over Daz and she fell in an uneasy sleep.
TBC if you review!!