Chapter 6:
The man in the throne room watched from his view screen as Ayaavath sobbed into her pillow and smiled evilly. It would be good to see the look on Luke Skywalker's face when he saw his long lost apprentice under his own control. He had sensed it long ago that she would be a valuable asset and so he had kept her alive. It had been hard work getting this far, especially since she had been hard to handle when she had been brought in. Reaching for a glass of Corellian whiskey, the man sat back and mused silently as he watched the girl.
Miennya had been so innocent when she had been kidnapped and his attempted taming of the girl had not gone as planned, a fact he quickly skipped over in his mind. He had ordered her captured on Yavin 4 and by the time that hapless knight had shown up, she was long gone. That was the easiest part; the rest was harder to do. She had refused point-blank to join him voluntarily and the man grinned as he played a recording of her subjugation at his hands. It had been quite easy to break her body with the torture machines he had used on her; it was her spirit that was the troublesome part, even now.
The man frowned as he slipped a small pill into a glass of red wine for the girl and then sat back again. The mind-controlling part had come to him quite late in her training; the operation had been successful in implanting a mind-control device in her head. Any time he wanted to, he could press a button and make her act any way that he wanted. The pills were useful in suppressing her will, making her a robot and the man grinned at the thought. Now, Miennya was dead and only Ayaavath remained, a perfect servant and protégé, though the memories kept surfacing despite the pills. He would often torture her and then wipe her memory, making her an easy tool but for now he would simply let them go unheeded and give her the glass.
Rising, the man pushed his cloak out of the way and took the glass in his had before walking to the door. He smiled maliciously, his father the Emperor Palpatine would have been proud of him right now but he shrugged the thought away and exited swiftly towards his protégé's chambers with the glass...
The man in the throne room watched from his view screen as Ayaavath sobbed into her pillow and smiled evilly. It would be good to see the look on Luke Skywalker's face when he saw his long lost apprentice under his own control. He had sensed it long ago that she would be a valuable asset and so he had kept her alive. It had been hard work getting this far, especially since she had been hard to handle when she had been brought in. Reaching for a glass of Corellian whiskey, the man sat back and mused silently as he watched the girl.
Miennya had been so innocent when she had been kidnapped and his attempted taming of the girl had not gone as planned, a fact he quickly skipped over in his mind. He had ordered her captured on Yavin 4 and by the time that hapless knight had shown up, she was long gone. That was the easiest part; the rest was harder to do. She had refused point-blank to join him voluntarily and the man grinned as he played a recording of her subjugation at his hands. It had been quite easy to break her body with the torture machines he had used on her; it was her spirit that was the troublesome part, even now.
The man frowned as he slipped a small pill into a glass of red wine for the girl and then sat back again. The mind-controlling part had come to him quite late in her training; the operation had been successful in implanting a mind-control device in her head. Any time he wanted to, he could press a button and make her act any way that he wanted. The pills were useful in suppressing her will, making her a robot and the man grinned at the thought. Now, Miennya was dead and only Ayaavath remained, a perfect servant and protégé, though the memories kept surfacing despite the pills. He would often torture her and then wipe her memory, making her an easy tool but for now he would simply let them go unheeded and give her the glass.
Rising, the man pushed his cloak out of the way and took the glass in his had before walking to the door. He smiled maliciously, his father the Emperor Palpatine would have been proud of him right now but he shrugged the thought away and exited swiftly towards his protégé's chambers with the glass...