Chapter 27: Something Worth Celebrating

The ruins of the Imperial camp, Narcissa's cell…

It hadn't taken long for the creatures of Grimm to swoop in after the destruction of the camp.

Thankfully, they couldn't get to Narcissa. But they could get to the multitude of stormtroopers still alive after the explosion.

As such, all Narcissa could see from within her cell was the occasional single stormtrooper or squad of stormtroopers running from the Grimm, pausing a moment to fire on their pursuers, only to be taken and eaten, their screams echoing into the night.

Narcissa didn't pay any of this much mind, though. She was too busy running through scenarios of what would happen when the Baron arrived.

Would he free her only to kill her for her failure?

Would he let himself into the cell solely so he could have his way with her to punish her for failing him?

Or would he just open the cell and leave, leaving Narcissa to fend for herself against the multitude of Grimm occupying the area?

She still had her lightsaber, though. Perhaps she could fight her way out, possibly even temporarily stun the Baron, allowing her to make her escape?

Footsteps suddenly drew her attention, and she stood up in her cell, watching a cluster of Grimm rushing forward.

Only for all of them to fall to a crimson bladed lightsaber.

Narcissa swallowed her fear as finally, the Baron stepped into view, switching off his lightsaber, looking up at the Third Sister with an expression that suggested he was not looking at an Imperial Inquisitor, but rather a turd that hadn't quite flushed fully down the toilet.

The Third Sister held his gaze in a rare gesture of courage when in the Baron's presence, gesturing to the controls in a nonverbal request to let her out.

The Baron eyed the controls, then returned his gaze to Narcissa, shaking his head. "I think I'll leave you here for a while… so that you may think on your failure…" With that, the Baron turned on his heel and walked out of sight, once again leaving Narcissa alone in her cell with only the distant screams of Imperial Stormtroopers and the roars of the Grimm for company.

Beacon Academy, 22:30 pm…

"And here come the victorious party…" Ozpin called out cheerfully as he stepped forward to greet the newly arrived gang and their forces. "Welcome back to Beacon. I assume the Empire no longer has a foothold on Remnant as they did not too long ago?"

"Yes sir. Blew the place sky high." Jason responded. "The Imperial Inquisitor is also a nonfactor, for the time being."

"News I can welcome." Ozpin replied, looking out at the assembled throng of friends, White Fang soldiers, and Atlesian soldiers. "We have won an important if hard fought victory tonight, my friends. With this victory, we will buy valuable time for the Atlas Military to mobilise and prepare to meet any future threat the Empire may pose. The same can be said for the White Fang."

Kanan and Jason shared a look in that moment, and nodded agreement.

"But for now; you all should celebrate, as is your right."

A loud cheer erupted from everyone as everyone started dispersing.

Nathan spotted Yang briefly saying her goodbyes to the rest of her team before heading off with Kanan and the White Fang, and with a smirk, shouted: "Remember to wear protection, Kanan!"

Kanan responded by flipping the bird at Nathan as he walked off with his men and Yang.

Nathan laughed heartily before a hand found his shoulder, and he turned to find himself faced with Blake.

"Come on…" Blake said softly. "Let's get to the dorms."

Nathan nodded and walked off with Blake, taking her hand in his.

Jason watched his old friend leave just as he found himself joined by Winter. "From your expression, I'm beginning to doubt you're looking forward to the mountain of paperwork headed your way."

"Nope." Winter responded. "But I am looking forward to spending an evening with you."

"Would this evening include the reward I was promised?" Jason asked coyly.

"Now that would just be spoiling the surprise, wouldn't it?" Winter responded, kissing Jason passionately, only to gasp as his hands grabbed and squeezed her backside. Breaking the kiss, Winter gave Jason a smirk. "Don't push it, mister." She warned.

"Consider me warned." Jason responded. "But not deterred!" At that, he hoisted Winter up into his arms bridal style and carrying her off, earning him a squeal of delight from Winter, who then kissed him passionately as they made off for their quarters.

The White Fang camp…

Kanan and Yang paid little attention to the goings on around them, heading straight for Kanan's tent.

The moment they set foot inside the tent and closed the curtains was the moment Yang spun on her heel and leapt into Kanan's arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and kissing him passionately and fiercely.

Kanan carried his girlfriend over to his desk and set her down there, squeezing Yang's butt firmly, eliciting a gentle gasp from Yang. Allowing this to spur him on, Kanan squeezed Yang's butt even more firmly, earning him a moan from his girlfriend.

Leaning back on Kanan's desk, Yang began undoing his jacket, opening it up before pulling him into another kiss, squealing with delight as Kanan lifted her from his desk and pinned her against one of the support pillars holding up his tent, taking a moment to plant a trail of kisses down from Yang's neck to a patch of flesh just above Yang's breasts, before turning his attention to Yang's biggest assets and lightly sinking his teeth into the fleshy mounds.

A soft moan escaped Yang, her hands reaching up to take Kanan's head in her hands, holding him in place as he assaulted her chest. "Kanan… gods yes, Kanan…" Yang moaned, every nip, lick or kiss on her breasts eating away at her inhibitions like a disease, an increasingly vocal part of her demanding that she just free her entire bust and allow her boyfriend to ravage the area to his satisfaction.

But the more rational part of her won, and Yang stopped Kanan only so she could kiss him passionately. Breaking the kiss, Yang said: "Go to your bed and strip."

Kanan obliged, letting Yang down and walking to his bed, removing his jacket, shirt and trousers, leaving him in just his boxers. Sitting in bed, he watched as Yang looked him over, biting her lip as she admired him.

Kanan had to admit; he enjoyed seeing her admire his body, chiselled from granite as it appeared to be, well-built, but not too stocky.

But then all rational thought vanished from Kanan's mind as Yang removed her jacket.

Her boots soon followed, then her trousers, and finally, Yang walked over to Kanan and straddled him, removing her top as she settled into his arms.

All thought or speech escaped Kanan in that moment save for one simple word:

Beautiful.

He'd long considered Yang to be the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes upon, and as he saw her body, he found himself agreeing even more wholeheartedly.

All that covered Yang's body in that moment was a purple set of lingerie, exposing her flawless hourglass figure, showing off her toned legs and muscular arms, yet leaving just enough to the imagination for Kanan to discover at a later date.

"I figured it was about time you saw more of the woman you fell in love with." Yang declared, gesturing to her body. "So… what do you think?"

"Yang…" Kanan murmured, mesmerised by the sheer beauty of the goddess currently straddling him. The goddess he had the pleasure of calling his girlfriend. "You're… you're so… beautiful…"

A warm smile crossed Yang's face as she leaned in and kissed Kanan once again, squealing as he lifted her up and set her down beneath him in bed, once more kissing Yang.

Breaking the kiss, Kanan took one more look at Yang's body, and it was all he needed to see in order to know he was the luckiest man on Remnant.

Winter and Jason's quarters…

"And… done." Winter declared, sitting back and watching the report being sent to Atlesian High Command.

"Report all sent and everything?" Jason called out from the kitchen area.

"Yes." Winter replied, standing up from the desk and walking to the kitchen, where Jason was currently making them both dinner. It was a simple dish, a small helping of spaghetti bolognese. But it would ensure they went to bed that night with full stomachs.

Winter sat at the small table she and Jason had set up as her boyfriend came over with their food, setting a plate out in front of her before sitting down himself with his plate.

Dinner was consumed in relative silence, both owing to the overall fatigue of both Winter and Jason; having just fought a full-scale battle, but also the fact that neither really talked whilst eating dinner.

Upon the last morsels being eaten off the plate, Jason reached out with the Force and carried both dirty plates to the sink in order to be washed. Standing from the table, Jason said: "You can head to bed. I'll take care of the washing up."

Winter nodded, standing up herself and heading for their bed, beginning to shed her clothes.

Jason felt a strong sudden urge to look, as he usually did, but forced himself to focus on the dishes, his respect for Winter's privacy outfighting his lust. They weren't at the stage in their relationship yet.

Before long, the dishes were completed, and Jason finally turned and headed to bed, climbing into bed with Winter, kissing her. "You know… I'm still waiting on that reward." He said with a grin.

Winter smiled. "You'll get it soon, Jason. I just need to find the right bikini."

Jason chuckled. "So it is seeing your body for the first time." He mused.

Winter nodded. "But for now… kiss me."

"Gladly." Jason replied as he leaned in and kissed Winter passionately, pulling her closer to him as the kiss deepened.

Winter made no effort to resist, swinging one leg over Jason and leaning back so she was straddling him.

Jason quickly noticed that Winter was wearing no bottoms, leaving her legs completely bare and exposing the blue panties Winter was wearing.

Winter followed Jason's gaze and smirked. "I… might have been lying about your surprise." She replied.

"Like I'd complain." Jason fired back, kissing Winter.

With Nathan and Blake…

Nathan had no idea how long he and Blake had been lying in her bed for, but Nathan wasn't bothered.

He and Blake were cuddled up in bed, their bodies warming one another's skin to skin, a constant reminder that neither wore any clothes under the covers of their bedsheets, as they had showered together before coming to bed.

"Nathan?" Blake asked suddenly, breaking the pleasant silence.

"Yes?" Nathan responded, sitting up in bed as Blake moved to straddle him, the covers falling back to expose more of her nude body. Placing his hands on Blake's hips, Nathan met Blake's gaze.

"It's… it's about Narcissa." Blake said. "Jason didn't tell me a lot, but… from what he said; you two were close."

Nathan nodded. "I… saved Narcissa's life one time when her and her master were working with us for a mission. We were already good friends, but this mission brought us closer still." He sighed. "And quite possibly marked the start of Narcissa's obsessive pursuit of me. At first, I didn't notice. But then, my master pointed out how she was always trying to draw my attention to her, be that by dressing provocatively, or interrupting conversations I was having with other people just so she could talk to me… you know; typical behaviour for her. It got to the point where… where I just had to sit her down and explain to her that as much as I liked her as a friend… I had no romantic attraction to her whatsoever, and that she needed to stop trying to attract me to her." Taking a deep breath, Nathan added: "To say she didn't take it well would have to be one of the biggest understatements I have ever made."

Blake nodded.

"She started crying, accusing me of leading her on, begging me to at least give her a chance, all that." Nathan continued. "Only thing was; this was shortly after Ahsoka had left the Order, and the beginning of my estrangement from Jason." Frowning, Nathan added: "So I quickly shut it down and walked away. Then began the stalking, leaving love letters and poems in my quarters. Basically, what Jaune used to do with Weiss, but with the roles reversed. That was when I just said 'screw it' and laid it all out for her: I was neither interested nor attracted to her, and that she should stop holding out hope because it was never going to happen between us. I turned, and… that's when everything went black. Next thing I know; I'm waking up in Narcissa's quarters, cuffed to her bed and completely naked."

"Talk about something I wish I could do." Blake said.

Nathan chuckled. "Either way, to cut a long story short, Narcissa tried to rape me, but was stopped before she could even get me in her. She wound up being expelled from the Jedi Order, and her master resigned from the Jedi Order because he felt ashamed to have her as his student." Nathan sighed. "And now she's an Imperial Inquisitor out to kill me."

Blake frowned. "You… still feel guilty over what happened, don't you?"

Nathan nodded. "Despite her obsession with me… Narcissa was a good friend. She only acted obsessively when we were alone, but when around others… she was the only real friend I had besides my master and Ghost at that time. I never wanted her expelled from the order. I just wanted her to get the help she needed. But instead, the council overruled my wishes and expelled her." Shaking his head with disgust, Nathan said: "And here we are now."

"Nathan… trust me when I say that none of what happened with Narcissa is your fault." Blake assured Nathan. "You did your best to get her to stop as best you could. She got herself expelled, Nathan. Not you. It's okay to feel guilty because of the loss of your friendship with her, but… that friendship was on its way out anyway. You would have lost it one way or the other."

Nathan bowed his head, nodding sadly. "Still… I'm still angry at the council for refusing to listen to me and expelling Narcissa without addressing the issues she had." Scowling, Nathan looked away and added: "Part of me wishes I'd quit the order right then and there."

Blake blinked in surprise. "You were planning to leave?"

Nathan nodded. "I was done with the Jedi Order by that point. It was clear they had no desire for me to be there, so I decided to rid them of that problem. I was actually planning on telling my master the night the clones attacked the Jedi Temple. Not to mention… I kept losing friends. There was nothing there for me anymore."

Blake sighed. "Well… look on the bright side… had you not stayed, you'd have never come to Remnant. Meaning…" Blake cupped Nathan's cheek in her hand, smiling. "You'd have never met me."

Nathan smiled at that himself, moving his hands to cup Blake's buttocks in them, saying: "Now that would be a tragedy." He replied, squeezing his girlfriend's backside.

A loud gasp escaped Blake as she looked behind her to Nathan's hands on her butt, then to Nathan himself.

"We didn't get the chance earlier…" Nathan said coyly.

A small smirk crossed Blake's face, and she leaned in, kissing Nathan passionately.

Nathan responded by squeezing Blake's buttocks again, much harder this time, eliciting another gasp from his lover. Turning around and easing Blake down into the bed, Nathan broke the kiss with Blake and planted several along the base of her neck, lightly sinking his teeth into the soft flesh.

Blake's back arced at that, and a soft moan escaped her, followed by several more as Nathan's right hand moved down her body to touch the area that burned hotter than any other part of Blake's body.

Nathan's fingers lightly brushed over the narrow slit, two of them eventually finding her clit, starting to rub soft circles around the area with them.

Soft gasps and moans were soon escaping Blake like water from a crack in a dam, her body writhing at Nathan's gentle but pleasurable touch.

Such moans only grew in volume as Nathan's mouth moved from Blake's neck to one of her breasts, kissing, and licking the soft, firm mound of flesh whilst occasionally sinking his teeth into it until he finally devoted that attention to her nipple, starting to suck on it. At the same time, he slipped a finger into Blake's increasingly wet folds.

A loud moan broke from Blake's lips in that moment, and she grabbed his head in her hands tightly, nails digging into his scalp.

Nathan ignored the pain, merely used it as inspiration to continue his treatment of Blake, his thumb brushing against her clit with every thrust of his finger. It wasn't long before he had built up a steady rhythm, Blake's moans and gasps of pleasure long desired music to his ears.

"Nathan…" Blake panted "Oh gods, Nathan…" Her breaths had become desperate now, her lungs unable to properly take in enough air.

Hearing his name being moaned in such a way never ceased to excite him. Nothing would make him happier than to make Blake cum. To make her feel so good. To pleasure the beautiful and amazing young woman he had been lucky to call his girlfriend for the better part of a year now.

To this end, he slipped a second finger inside Blake, and switched to Blake's other breast, assaulting it in very much the same manner as he had just done with the first.

Blake continued moaning and gasping with every thrust Nathan's fingers plunged into her now soaking wet pussy, noises slipping through her lips without control.

Nathan couldn't understand most of it. But one word was clear: His name. And it was all he needed.

Before long, a loud cry escaped Blake, and Nathan felt her inner walls tighten around his fingers. Her grip on his hair tightened to the point where it felt she would rip a chunk of it out, and her legs squirmed and convulsed around the fingers Nathan held deep inside her.

Taking that as his cue to stop, Nathan slid his fingers out of Blake's dripping wet folds, and removed his mouth from her breasts to see both were now pinkish red from the attention Nathan had lavished them with.

Turning his attention to Blake, Nathan saw her eyelids rapidly fluttering, and her chest still rising and falling rapidly as his lover sought to catch her breath. Waiting for her to do so, Nathan then, kissed her once again.

Blake used this to roll so that she was now on top, and she scooted back so that she was level with Nathan's 'second lightsaber' as she had put it during their first time. Much as it had been then, it stood rock hard, prepared for any attention Blake might grace it with.

Nathan's eyes were on Blake like a hawk, wondering what Blake would do, but slightly knowing what she would do already.

He didn't need to wait too long to find out, as before long, Blake moved down, and took his entire length in her mouth within moments.

Nathan grunted as Blake began bobbing her head up and down, her tongue coiling around his cock like a spring, each movement driving Nathan towards Nathan's pleasurable end.

It didn't take long after this for Blake to then envelop Nathan's shaft with her breasts, her pace increasing at the same time.

From there, it was elementary, as with a loud moan of his own, Nathan erupted into Blake's mouth, coating the entirety of it with semen.

Blake took it all in, before removing her mouth from Nathan's shaft with a wet sounding pop and gulping down what she could, grabbing a nearby towel and clearing the rest from her face.

Nathan waited for her to finish before he then sat up in bed and kissed Blake passionately and furiously, easing her down into the bed as he wound up on top of her once again.

The kiss was soon broken, and once again, they found themselves staring at each other lovingly, foreheads pressed together. "I love you so much, Blake…" Nathan said. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me…"

"I love you too, Nathan…" Blake replied softly as their lips met once again, much more softly than the last.

Breaking that kiss, Nathan reached out with the Force towards one of Blake's drawers, opening it and retrieving a pack of condoms, quickly retrieving one and tearing off the foil package with his teeth before slipping the protective sleeve over his once again rock-hard shaft. His eyes once again fell on Blake, who was watching him with wide, wanting eyes, eager for him to be inside her once again.

Her wish was his command.

Scooting forward, Nathan straddled Blake's right leg, taking Blake's left and draping it over his right shoulder. Finally, taking his cock in his right hand, Nathan lined it up with Blake's pussy before gently but firmly pushing it in.

Blake gasped and moaned as she felt Nathan enter her, head rearing back as her eyes closed, until once again, she released the breath she never knew she was holding the moment Nathan fully sheathed himself inside her. Looking up, she saw Nathan, and smiled warmly. Her love for him had never felt stronger than in recent weeks, where their relationship had faced a real test due to Nathan neglecting her because of the Empire's arrival.

Nathan smiled back at Blake, before he began to slowly but surely, gently but firmly rock his hips back and forth, one hand gripping her left leg, keeping it anchored to his body, and the other on her belly, a loving gesture he knew Blake enjoyed, as the future they wanted together would involve that belly a fair bit.

As usual, his first movements were slow and deliberate, not wanting to hurt Blake at all. Though the noises escaping her showed him he was doing anything but hurting his girlfriend.

Each thrust Nathan drove into her brought a fresh gasp or moan from Blake's lips, each thrust bringing fresh pleasure crashing against Blake's barely holding defences.

"Yes… oh yes, Nathan…" Blake mewled between moans. "Keep going…"

Nathan had no intention of stopping at all. It never didn't feel amazing to be inside of Blake. And judging by how Blake's face contorted in bliss with every thrust Nathan pumped into her, she loved him inside her as well.

"Speed up, Nathan…" Blake commanded softly. "Make me yours…"

Nathan responded by leaning in and kissing Blake passionately as he gradually sped up, increasing his pace until he was driving Blake into the mattress with every thrust.

Their tongues began to do battle in their mouths, wrestling for dominance as their desire for one another overtook anything else in their lives, hot breath filling one another's mouths whenever their lips separated for want of air.

It wasn't long after this that Blake's soft gasps and moans grew louder and louder by the second, spurring Nathan to once again increase his pace, gentle romantic lovemaking devolving into primal, animalistic fucking as he sought to make her cum again, much like he wanted so badly to do the same.

Moving his left hand from Blake's cheek, Nathan moved it down so that he cupped one of Blake's breasts in his hand, fondling the soft, firm mound of flesh as Blake's moans grew more desperate.

"Nathan…" Blake mewled, her eyes telling Nathan all he needed to know.

"Me too…" Nathan replied, somehow increasing his pace once again until finally, Blake let out her loudest cry yet as she writhed beneath him, her inner walls clamping down around Nathan's cock like a vice.

Nathan could hold back no longer, and with a loud moan of his own, Nathan emptied himself into the condom, slowing the pace down and dialling back as his hips pumped at an increasingly slower pace, allowing Blake to ride out the rest of her orgasm, and come down from the high that her lovemaking with Nathan had brought her to.

Feeling the rush of his own climax fading, Nathan looked down to see Blake staring back at him with nothing but love in her eyes, reflecting his own feelings for her.

Leaning in, Nathan once more kissed Blake passionately, allowing himself to gently slide out of her and dispose of the condom, tossing it in the bin next to their bed, before continuing to kiss Blake, rolling in bed so that she was right on top of him again.

The kiss was broken once again, and Nathan reached up to caress Blake's cheek, his thumb brushing along her smooth, tanned skin.

A happy sigh escaped Blake, and she leaned in, kissing him. "I love you, Nathan Phoenix…" Blake finally said softly when the kiss was broken. "I'll never stop loving you…"

"Me neither, Blake Belladonna." Nathan replied in turn. "I meant it when I said you were the best thing that's ever happened to me."

"I know." Blake said warmly as their lips met once again.

Narcissa's cell…

The ruins were quiet now.

Any and all stormtroopers in the area were now more than likely dead, food for the creatures of Grimm. The last screams had been an hour ago, by Narcissa's reckoning. Though it felt like even longer.

The silence was deafening, the sheer lack of noise almost its own noise. Narcissa wondered if silence could render her deaf like loud noises could, but immediately shelved the thought. That was stupid.

Her gaze once more moved to her immediate surroundings. The cell was ten feet by ten feet, devoid of all amenities save for a plain durasteel bed and a small lavatory, which she had long dismissed as irrelevant.

The bed itself was designed to be as uncomfortable as was possible, an extra inconvenience to whoever found themselves misfortunate enough to find themselves in one of these cells.

Such as her.

Fresh anger of what had happened caused Narcissa's fists to clench, and unclench just as quickly as she reminded herself that there wasn't exactly much she could do about it.

The back of Narcissa's head struck the wall behind it, and she once more turned her gaze outside, hopeful that the Baron would be there, prepared to remove her from this prison. But she had a feeling he'd have his way with her before that, as he often did whenever she disappointed him.

But alas, he was not, and Narcissa once again wondered if he planned on making her stay the night here or something.

Part of her debated whether striking up a conversation with whatever was in the room with her would abate the silence, but the more rational side of her dismissed that idea very quickly. The last thing she needed was to start going crazy due to the isolation.

Snap.

The sudden noise drew Narcissa's attention to it like a hawk, and her head snapped towards the direction of the noise, which appeared to come from outside her cell.

Instantly alert, Narcissa got to her feet, and summoned her lightsaber to her hand, thumb on the activation switch in preparation. "Who's there?!" She demanded.

No answer came, but Narcissa could faintly make out the sound of conversation being had nearby. A rescue force, maybe?

"Hello?" Narcissa called out, her suspicion replaced by hope, then suspicion again as an unfamiliar young woman came into view.

"Hello there." The woman said, a sinister smile crossing her face.

Narcissa took a few steps back as she studied the woman.

The woman was much taller than she was at about five-feet eleven inches, with short, ashen black hair that covered the left side of her face as well as some form of mask, her right eye shining a brilliant amber, glittering with evil. Extending from beneath the mask was a long scar that ran across her nose, with another stretching up towards her forehead.

The woman was wearing a long, dark red dress with one long, wide sleeve hiding her left arm. The edges of the collar and the opening for the right arm were coloured gold, and the upper chest and left sleeve had golden designs decorating it. The right side of her dress was open from the hip down with two gold-coloured straps made of interwoven ropes connecting the front half to the back half of her thigh. Under the dress, she appeared to be wearing black pantyhose. On the right hip, the dress had a black rhombus-shaped gem set in a gold-coloured metal of the same shape, with feathers of varying shades of blue extending from the bottom of it. On her right arm she wore a long, grey glove, the top of which had a gold-coloured metal ring with curvy branching extensions going up to her arm.

Completing her look was a black gem earring, along with another ring-shaped earring higher up than the dangling black gem earring.

"Who are you?" Narcissa asked, finally activating her lightsaber, allowing the crimson red blade to bathe her in a hellish, bloody light.

The woman stepped back, a placatory hand held out. "Forgive me for alarming you." She said. "My name is Cinder Fall. I've been sent to free you from your cell."

"By the Baron?" Narcissa asked suspiciously.

Cinder shook her head. "No, by my own mistress."

Narcissa cocked her head to one side, asking: "Mistress?"

"I will explain once you're free." Cinder responded. "But before I free you; I do ask that you come with me and my associates."

It was then that Narcissa noticed two other people flanking Cinder on either side.

The first was an attractive young woman appearing to be slightly older than she was, with medium-brown skin and dark-red eyes. Her hair was a light mint-green with a straight fringe and bangs as well as two long locks on each side in the back. She was dressed in an intricate white top and an olive-coloured crop top which exposed her slim and toned midriff. Alongside this, she wore white shorts, decorated with what appeared to be a gold coin-plated belt with four gold chains draping around her back from two of the coins and what looked like a green loincloth. Completing her look were two bronze-coloured rings on her middle fingers as well as a pair of strappy high-heeled pumps.

The second was a young man with pale skin with grey eyes and grey hair, which was partially slicked back while unkempt at the front. He was dressed in a slate gray and black two-tone partial-zip jacket that covered his upper body and black pants that were held up by a single notched belt with what looked like a sash or bandana draped over it. Protecting his arms were a set of rerebraces and vambraces.

Narcissa eyed the trio suspiciously, and explored her options:

On the one hand, she should wait for the Baron to arrive so he could free her himself. But then he would probably force himself on her as punishment for her failure.

At the same time, she knew next to nothing about Cinder and her two associates, much less this 'mistress' she claimed to serve. But it was an opportunity to escape the Baron that she felt like she would be foolish to refuse.

Switching off her lightsaber, Narcissa attached it to her belt and met Cinder's gaze, nodding. "I'll come with you. This cell is only so pleasant to look at every so often."

A sinister smile crossed Cinder's face. "Good choice." Looking to the woman stood to her right, she said: "Open the cell."

"Yes, Cinder." The woman said, stepping forward and typing in the necessary commands.

It wasn't long after that when the shield in front of the Third Sister finally vanished, and she stepped out from the cell and looked around. "Free at last." Narcissa said triumphantly before looking to Cinder. "Where's your ship?" She asked.

"Follow me." Cinder replied as she turned and sauntered off.

Narcissa followed suit, matching her saviour's pace.

"Hey…"

Narcissa turned to see the young woman that'd freed her from her cell, asking: "What?"

"I'm Emerald." The woman replied softly, smiling amicably at Narcissa.

Narcissa smiled back, responding: "Narcissa." Shaking Emerald's hand before continuing to follow Cinder.

Narcissa had no idea what awaited her, but she had no intention of turning back now.

Now the villains are starting to show their faces again. And things may look good right now... but will they stay that way?

Also, some backstory for Nathan and the Third Sister. Nothing like a little drama.

Regardless; time to answer some reviews...

Spiderdeku25: I get your explanation; regardless, Hondo simply wouldn't fit into the story; hilarious an inclusion though he would be. As for Nathan getting a white lightsaber like Ahsoka, I'm not up for that. He already has a lightsaber; and Ahsoka's lightsabers are unique to her. I'd prefer to keep it that way.

That said; thank you all so much for reading this chapter. If you enjoyed it; you all know what to do.

Furthermore, as it will be my birthday within the next couple of weeks, I'll be taking a break from updating so I can celebrate and catch up on other activities, such as writing this story's sequel (Yes, I'm already writing it!), and doing some gaming (Ragnarok, Resident Evil... you know).

As such, you can expect the next update to take place on December 4th. See you all then.

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