Disclaimer: See chapter 1
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Chapter 2
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After a couple of days Dazlio listened her master's lecture about clothing. Yes, about clothes. She was getting bored. And it didn't take Elmikk long to figure this out.
"Are you bored, my apprentice?"
"N-no..."
"Oh, stop lying if you can't do it properly and I know that you aren't telling the truth to me. Now let me ask you again: are you bored?"
"Yes master." She didn't even blink when she looked at her master, who after a while smiled unexpectedly warmly.
"And you also look like you're bored. Now what can we do about it... We are going dress and make you up and tonight at Palpatine's birthday party. Then you go and try to get some male to do something for you. With the help of your looks" ,she said smiling and winked, "it won't be that bad, you know. "
Daz just smiled. She enjoyed her master's company when she wasn't beating the crap out of her.
And then they started to get ready. For a while they were just two girls who enjoyed life and had a great time. And Daz just loved it. Moments like these she didn't have to be ready for physical suffering. And more important she felt mentally safe. She hadn't had that feeling since her family had died. The Jedi had killed them. They would never admit that they did it, murdered her whole family, but Daz knew it and it was enough for her. And one day she would get back at them.
"What do you think? Which one of these lipstick colors looks better on me?" asked Mikk.
Daz: "That one you have on your right hand. Why are you so nervous? C'mon tell me who is it that you wish to see there?" she asked teasingly.
"You'll see once we're there, " Mikk said. The apprentice rolled her eyes.
"By the way, remember to shield your thoughts well. There will be Jedi involved in this occasion, too."
"Yes, master." Daz felt anger surge with the word Jedi.
"And you cannot carry the sabre with you either."
"But... what if the Jedi attack?"
"They won't when they don't know who you really are. Besides, the party's held on a public place. The Jedi have an image to keep, they wouldn't dare to do anything like that."
"I understand, master."
"And one more thing, my apprentice."
"Yes, master?"
"This night we'll call each other only by names. Is that clear, Dazlio?"
"Yes, mas - I mean Elmikk."
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Daz was slowly sipping her drink. Her master had warned her about having too much alcohol - people got to hostile situations more often when being drunk. She'd had a good demonstration on it as Elmikk had once made her drink more than she could handle. There was no way she could defend herself from Elmikk's attacks and they hadn't even used lightsabres.
A band started playing music as she waited for a possible victim. "It's easy to make men do whatever you desire by just wearing the perfect outfit and a seductive smile," Elmikk always said, in which Daz added: "You get the most pleasure when first using a man and then throwing him away as soon as he begins to think he's got a chance."
There was one at her sight now. A non-Force user. With the click of her fingers the man came straight to her. Such a weak and easy mind.
"The name's Tarkin, " the twenty something guy said. "I couldn't help to notice such a beautiful girl as you all alone in here."
She smiled what actually was supposed to be sarcastic. "Dazlio." The music took a slower beat. "Would you like to dance with me?" Tarkin asked. "Sure." She left the empty glass on a tray and grabbed his expecting hand.
On the dance floor he drew her as close as possible. 'Pushy type, I see' she thought. As they danced Daz put her head on his shoulder. After a while talking she looked at him and let her face hover dangerously close at his. He closed the gap and pressed his lips against hers.
This was the time for her to act. She slapped him on the face and jumped back. "How dare you?" She created a terrified look on his face. Some people nearby turned to look at them. A hand appeared on her shoulder. "Is there a problem, miss?" She pointed a pretended shaky finger at Tarkin: "This man came on to me even though I said no!" A guard captured Tarkin and begun to reel him out. "But, but that's not how it went!" She heard him explaining something to the guard who threw him out. She'd won!
The man that had interfered first gazed inspectingly at her. "That wasn't a nice prank you pulled there."
"You have no means to prove it. I just don't get it how you could see it through."
"Jedi tend to see things others cannot." Dazlio screamed inwardly. A Jedi? All that she wanted was to see him cut in half by her sabre. But she didn't have it with her. And something else clicked inside her brains. This could be a great chance to learn more about the enemy.
"My name's Dazlio," she said.
TBC
Please review!!
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Chapter 2
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After a couple of days Dazlio listened her master's lecture about clothing. Yes, about clothes. She was getting bored. And it didn't take Elmikk long to figure this out.
"Are you bored, my apprentice?"
"N-no..."
"Oh, stop lying if you can't do it properly and I know that you aren't telling the truth to me. Now let me ask you again: are you bored?"
"Yes master." She didn't even blink when she looked at her master, who after a while smiled unexpectedly warmly.
"And you also look like you're bored. Now what can we do about it... We are going dress and make you up and tonight at Palpatine's birthday party. Then you go and try to get some male to do something for you. With the help of your looks" ,she said smiling and winked, "it won't be that bad, you know. "
Daz just smiled. She enjoyed her master's company when she wasn't beating the crap out of her.
And then they started to get ready. For a while they were just two girls who enjoyed life and had a great time. And Daz just loved it. Moments like these she didn't have to be ready for physical suffering. And more important she felt mentally safe. She hadn't had that feeling since her family had died. The Jedi had killed them. They would never admit that they did it, murdered her whole family, but Daz knew it and it was enough for her. And one day she would get back at them.
"What do you think? Which one of these lipstick colors looks better on me?" asked Mikk.
Daz: "That one you have on your right hand. Why are you so nervous? C'mon tell me who is it that you wish to see there?" she asked teasingly.
"You'll see once we're there, " Mikk said. The apprentice rolled her eyes.
"By the way, remember to shield your thoughts well. There will be Jedi involved in this occasion, too."
"Yes, master." Daz felt anger surge with the word Jedi.
"And you cannot carry the sabre with you either."
"But... what if the Jedi attack?"
"They won't when they don't know who you really are. Besides, the party's held on a public place. The Jedi have an image to keep, they wouldn't dare to do anything like that."
"I understand, master."
"And one more thing, my apprentice."
"Yes, master?"
"This night we'll call each other only by names. Is that clear, Dazlio?"
"Yes, mas - I mean Elmikk."
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Daz was slowly sipping her drink. Her master had warned her about having too much alcohol - people got to hostile situations more often when being drunk. She'd had a good demonstration on it as Elmikk had once made her drink more than she could handle. There was no way she could defend herself from Elmikk's attacks and they hadn't even used lightsabres.
A band started playing music as she waited for a possible victim. "It's easy to make men do whatever you desire by just wearing the perfect outfit and a seductive smile," Elmikk always said, in which Daz added: "You get the most pleasure when first using a man and then throwing him away as soon as he begins to think he's got a chance."
There was one at her sight now. A non-Force user. With the click of her fingers the man came straight to her. Such a weak and easy mind.
"The name's Tarkin, " the twenty something guy said. "I couldn't help to notice such a beautiful girl as you all alone in here."
She smiled what actually was supposed to be sarcastic. "Dazlio." The music took a slower beat. "Would you like to dance with me?" Tarkin asked. "Sure." She left the empty glass on a tray and grabbed his expecting hand.
On the dance floor he drew her as close as possible. 'Pushy type, I see' she thought. As they danced Daz put her head on his shoulder. After a while talking she looked at him and let her face hover dangerously close at his. He closed the gap and pressed his lips against hers.
This was the time for her to act. She slapped him on the face and jumped back. "How dare you?" She created a terrified look on his face. Some people nearby turned to look at them. A hand appeared on her shoulder. "Is there a problem, miss?" She pointed a pretended shaky finger at Tarkin: "This man came on to me even though I said no!" A guard captured Tarkin and begun to reel him out. "But, but that's not how it went!" She heard him explaining something to the guard who threw him out. She'd won!
The man that had interfered first gazed inspectingly at her. "That wasn't a nice prank you pulled there."
"You have no means to prove it. I just don't get it how you could see it through."
"Jedi tend to see things others cannot." Dazlio screamed inwardly. A Jedi? All that she wanted was to see him cut in half by her sabre. But she didn't have it with her. And something else clicked inside her brains. This could be a great chance to learn more about the enemy.
"My name's Dazlio," she said.
TBC
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