Disclaimer: I do not own SWTOR, just a copy of the game. I do own Yoko though, MY Sith Warrior.
AN: SOOO SORRY! I know I haven't posted in a long ass time. I blame vidja games, life, work, my writers block and sheer laziness. I hope you all enjoy this though, I'm trying to write more, so tell me what you think. Hope to see you in my next story/chapter.
Also, I like both Jaesa (light side here) and Vette. At first it started out as a SW/Vette pairing, but im wondering if I should make it a SW/Vette/Jaesa pairing instead. So what im asking is, would you guys rather see a SithW/Vette OR SithW/Jaesa OR SithW/Jaesa/Vette pairings. Let me know in your reviews and thanks for reading. :)
Jealousy and an Apprentice
Yoko glared out into space as the ship flew smoothly through the ocean of stars, Malavi Quinn was doing an excellent job at flying the ship, as he so plainly boasted. The crew of the Fury, ultimately, Yoko, were on their way to Hutta. Darth Baras had ordered her to this planet to finally confront Nomen Karr. Alone. Over the course of several weeks Yoko and her crew worked tirelessly to make Jaesa Willsaam, Karr's padawan, see that the Jedi Order wasn't as pure as it claimed. On Tatooine, she spared one of Jaesa's Jedi Masters and on Alderaan, Yoko spared Jaesa's family, to show that Sith weren't just the monsters the Jedi claimed. She would be lying if she said Vette didn't have anything to do with those decisions. Normally she would have killed them, but Vette had slowly chipped away at the cold and malicious exterior the Sith portrayed for people.
Yoko was interrupted from her thoughts by said twi'lek, who entered the cockpit and sat in the seat next to her. Her attention was on the navigation controls for lack of something to do. Yoko didn't look up and ignored her as best she could. It was difficult, of course. The Force was pulling her towards the twi'lek, she could feel it. Their relationship became strained when Yoko got too close, showed signs of attraction and a desire to be with the twi'lek slave. The pureblood should have known better, should have kept her mouth shut. She berated herself everyday for having these thoughts, these...feelings of longing and desire for Vette. Maybe the Jedi were on to something. Emotions were trouble, the good ones anyway. Suffice it to say Yoko kept her distance from the petite twi'lek and Vette felt the rift between them grow every day.
Vette was surprised when Yoko showed her interest. Why would the pure-blooded Sith ever show any romantic interest in her slave? She was scared and protected herself the only way she knew how at the time. She turned her down. She knew Yoko was furious and upset and she was thankful the Sith didn't hurt her or anything equally dangerous. She knew she could have. Instead Yoko just stormed out of the crew quarters and shut herself away in her own cabin. The twi'lek sighed as she glanced at her Sith friend. "H-how's it going, my lord?" She greeted her silent warrior, wincing when she stuttered. She tried to sound like her normal self, but it fell flat. Yoko merely grunted in response, folding her arms and glaring out the viewport into hyperspace. Vette frowned. She was beginning to feel disheartened by Yoko's lack of attention. She missed the attention the Sith lavished on her in between missions. She was beginning to think she had made a huge mistake. "Are you ever gonna talk to me again?"
Yoko turned toward the twi'lek, her red eyes literally glowing if anger. "If it were the other way around, would you?" Yoko quipped. "You made your stance clear, Vette. Nothing more need be said." Yoko turned away again, leaving Vette with a painful feeling in her chest.
"I'm sorry." Vette whined pitifully, like a dog seeking forgiveness from it's master. Yoko didn't move, she didn't even answer. Nothing more was said as the left Hyperspace to the view of the planet Hutta. Yoko stood and stormed powerfully from the cockpit. She thought nothing more of what would never be. She had a Jedi to slay and a padawan to corrupt.
Hutta Remote Factory.
Yoko easily blocked the lightsaber blow. Nomen Karr was getting furious. He was so quickly throwing away his values and ideals as a Jedi that even she could match him easily. This was all part of Yoko's plan. Darth Baras wanted Nomen Karr killed once Jaesa was killed. However Yoko had a different idea in mind. A person so powerful in the Force like Jaesa would be a valuable asset. But first she needed to turn her to the dark side. What better way to do that than to show that her master was a liar, someone who was not who he said he was. Karr swung again and again in rage trying to demolish his opponent. Yoko just chuckled. "You are not angry enough to defeat me, Nomen Karr. More. Show me more." She taunted.
Nomen Karr renewed his attack with vigor, yelling beastly. "Die you monster! Just die!" Yoko just laughed again as she toyed with him, parrying his thrusts, and blocking his blows. Vette watched from the sidelines, taking note of how her Sith warrior fought with the ferocity of a Rancor and the agility of Nexu. She was mesmerized by the sheer power Yoko bodily portrayed. She felt a tingle run down her spine at the sight of the Sith. The desire making itself known again. "I turned her away? Why did I turn her away?" She thought as Yoko blocked another blow from the Jedi Master. Suddenly a shout escaped Yoko's lips, that sounded oddly like the roar of a Rancor. Taken by surprise, Nomen Karr was propelled backyards by the sheer strength of the Force filled roar and slammed into a metal wall of the dirty warehouse and slumped to the floor.
"Pathetic. You can not hope to defeat me, Karr." Yoko stalked closer, intent on delivering the final blow. "You are finished."
"Master!" A voice cut through the air and Yoko halted mid-strike, her red beamed lightsaber inches from Karr's face. Without moving from her current position she looked over to see a human with black hair, brown eyes and quite the pretty face. She was young, probably around Vette's age.
"Jaesa!" Nomen Karr yelled at his padawan. "I thought I told you not come!" Jaesa recoiled at his anger, having never witnessed it from the normally calm Jedi.
"Jaesa Willisam." Yoko's voiced purred. She was thrilled to finally be in sight of her quarry. After so long she could finally out an end to this and return to her master, and her own plans. "Don't listen to him. It is so good of you to come."
Vette watched the scene unfold from her place with the cargo in the warehouse. She was not happy. Yoko had gestured to the crates she now sat on, swinging her legs out of boredom. She had made it clear, with a glare to follow the given order, for her to remain there unless she was needed. Now the twi'lek girl had to sit and watch this padawan encroach on her territory. "That's my Sith, little girl." She growled only to catch herself as her brain caught up with the thoughts that came from the heart. My Sith? No, she's not... Vette watched as Yoko grinned at the young padawan as she gestured at Nomen Karr. Vette watched the way Yoko moved around behind the man on the floor, like a coiled Nexu ready to pounce. Her body was filled power and strength begging to be released. Even from this far away she could see Yoko's toned muscles bunching together, wanting to strike down the Jedi. But she stayed her hand, biding her time, like a true predator. To Vette, Yoko was power and beauty. Strength and grace. Danger and safety.
Vette clenched her tiny fists as Jaesa was ordered to use her unique Force ability, to discern a persons true nature, on her master. Jaesa did not like what she saw and was revolted by him. Vette couldn't hear what was being said, but she did not miss Yoko placing her hands atop the girls shoulders and leaning in close to whisper to her. Moments later, Jaesa nodded and stepped away, and Yoko let her go. The Sith pureblood then turned to Nomen Karr and pointed her red beamed lightsaber at him, and grinned. It was the grin that sent shivers down Vette's spine. Not out of fear, but desire. It was the grin of a Nexu as it sensed its prey was done for. The twi'lek girl watched Yoko's lips move. And then, with one stroke, Yoko impaled the Jedi Master through the heart. His eyes bulged in pain but he did not cry out. He simply faced his death silently as Yoko deactivated her lightsaber and shipped it to her belt.
What Vette saw next made her blood boil. Jaesa stepped over to her new masters side and took her hand and held it in both of hers, tightly to her chest. More words, none that Vette could hear. Yoko placed her hand once more on the girls shoulder and gave it a small squeeze. Then together they headed for the exit, and not once did Yoko look her way.
No...No! The pureblood was hers damn it! This little...bitch, was not taking the Sith from her! She realized now that she had made a terrible mistake. Yoko made her feel safe, wanted. She felt important when Yoko involved her in her plans, cared for when pet her head after returning from a successful solo mission. She missed that. She missed Yoko. She just hoped her it wasn't too late to rectify her mistake. She would show Yoko how sorry she was. She made her way to her masters side, but not step up beside her. Instead she tailed along behind them, like the slave she had now become again.
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