Viqi Shesh is a sick woman. Posted at TF.N on 12 May 05.
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It was a secret weakness of hers, this strange fascination with powerful men. On her home planet, such women were ostracized for a perversion like hers. She had hidden it well, however. If her choice in telbuns was unorthodox, what of it? She could simply say that she wanted one with a little spirit, so as to not dilute the blood of her children, unlike women who retained subservient men. The children of those unions were worthless, colorless beings that refused risk because of their fear of failure. Her children, on the other hand… well, you couldn't say they didn't have color. Indeed, some might say they had too much!
She ran for Senator, half-hoping that if she won, she'd be able to get away from the constant bowing and scraping due to a person of her rank on Kuat. But when she moved to Coruscant to carry out her duties, she found even more of the same behavior. It made her sick.
Perhaps that's what drew her to Fey'lya. He alone never pandered to her – he watched her antics with a jaundiced eye as she tried, again and again, to catch his attention. Perhaps he was amused by her, perhaps disgusted. For all the digging she did, she could find no scandals involving women, children, men, non-Bothans, drugs, alcohol… A thousand different corruptions available to the one of the most powerful men in the Galaxy, and he kept to money.
That was why she became his unofficial protégé. She wanted to see his sin, his flaw, his perversion. After a few months, though, it became boring. He didn't give her a second glance – he didn't even look at her once in the way she wanted. After awhile, he sent her packing like yesterday's news. It was the thought that she, Viqi Shesh of the highest caste in Kuat, was just a passing whim to a man that sent her in search of revenge.
And she found it. Oh, did she find it. As the pain of the ooglith masquer taking its' hooks out of her skin began, she thought of the political furor rising against poor, precious Borsk. He'd go down as the worst President in the Republic's history if the 'vong kept digging into the Core. The only thing marring her enjoyment was the knowledge that the Warmaster still wouldn't smile at her.
Never mind. Once the peace treaty was signed, she was sure she'd have ample opportunity to bend him to her will.