Sith Code Chapter 5, a star wars fanfic

Chapter 5

Yoko paced the war room of the Imperial outpost. Her heavy boots thudding loudly on the metal floor with each powerful step. She was fretting...agitated. Something felt wrong. As if on instinct, the Sith glanced over to see Vette. She and were Jaesa talking and seemed perfectly at ease despite the coming siege. She calmed down a little, just enough to stop her pacing, but the agitation didn't leave. Something was wrong. She had felt this in the minority over the past few weeks and it only intensified when Jaesa had declared her feelings to the Sith.

It made her happy, to be sure. But now, all new feelings of anxiousness and paranoia reared its ugly head. She was constantly worrying about Jaesa and her well being. Was she hurt when she was out of her sight? In trouble? In pain? All these things whirled around her mind, never leaving, always buzzing. She didn't show it, not to Vette at least, but she still worried over her as well. Despite the young twi'lek's distance, Yoko still yearned for her, even though the they hadn't talked to each other for such a long time.

Now, with her mission to disrupt the War Trust on Taris being thrust upon her by her master, Darth Baras, It was even more aggravating. Each fight was harder than the last. Each fight brought her girls closer to death, especially the ordeal with General Minst and his plan to blow them up with an over loaded generator, and she didn't know how to deal with it. She wanted them safe, tucked away inside the Fury...but knew they would resent her for keeping them locked up on the ship. Yoko growled and glanced at her two girls giggling in the corner as they waited for her Darth Baras, to start the final assault plan for the War Trust of the Republic.

He appeared on holo rather suddenly and began speaking without preamble. "Apprentice, are we all gathered?" Yoko nodded, her usual glare in place. If it bothered him he didn't mention it. "Good. Lieutenant Pierce, Captain Quinn, bring my apprentice up to speed on the enemy's activity."

Quinn stepped forward and cleared his throat before speaking. "Yes, my lord. It's a fairly complex situation." He began as Jaesa and Vette flanked Yoko on either side. Jaesa went as far as delectably placing her hands around Sith's forearm. Yoko repressed a smile and continued to glare at those assembled before her, making no show of being calmed and happy, though she was sure Jaesa could tell. It was almost impossible to keep secrets from that girl.

Pierce took over and explained. Yoko had to resist rolling her eyes. Baras said for Quinn to explain but apparently that didn't matter to anyone. Not that she actually cared WHO explained. "General Faraire, the War Trust's most senior member, is garrisoned in the fortified wing of the Republic's main base. He's got a huge army protecting him, more reinforcements on the way. We're outnumbered eight-to-one."

Quinn frowned, clearly annoyed at the Lieutenant, and explained further. "My lady, the lieutenant's statistics are inexact, but the general thrust is sound." This time, Yoko did roll her eyes. Leave it to Quinn to be accurate on numbers. "The numbers favor Faraire, but there are ways around that."

"As there always are, Quinn. Just explain." Yoko sniped. She was running out of patience. While she was calm at the moment she could feel agitation and resulting fury building in the back of her mind. Yoko would destroy the Republic base without mercy so she could return her girls to her ship safe and sound.

Quinn bowed. "Of course. Now, to maximize our chances, we must coordinate three simultaneous strikes. One will destroy the base's power station. Another will sabotage its spaceport force field to thwart any reinforcements, and the last will force the conscripted regiments of Faraire's army to flee."

Yoko folded her arms, mindful of Jaesa's delicate hands. "Why the secrecy and subterfuge? I can handle anything that comes our way." She said arrogantly.

"While I don't deny or doubt your skill, my apprentice. I would rather this be done without any mistakes. Faraire cannot escape." Yoko glowered at her master. "Quinn will coordinate from the base, and you will lead the front line offensive. Beyond that, decide how to assign your team. Goodbye and be sure to get this done. I want Faraire and the War Trust crushed." With that, Baras blinked out of existence.

Yoko sneered as he left. She really hated that man. She relished the day she would kill him and no longer be his apprentice. "Fine...any thoughts? I'd rather just beat them to oblivion and be done with it. I can take their entire force with our soldiers, I don't need a strategy."

Pierce stepped forward. "I'm the best choice for front line work. You need as many soldiers out there as you can." He said.

She really didn't care either way it sounded fine to her but Quinn had other ideas. "I disagree. If the frontal assault isn't handled correctly your route into the command center will be clogged with run-over battlefield soldiers. In my opinion, Jaesa should join you. She can use her power to see into the hearts of the enemy and identify the insecure ranks. That way, you can minimize the amount of resistance to yourself."

Yoko nearly roared out a protest but a gentle squeeze of her arm prevented her from doing so. Instead, she growled out. "As much as I hate to take the easy way out...It's not a bad idea." Quinn seemed to preen from the compliment. "Jaesa, you're with me. Find out who isn't willing to die for the Republic and we will take them into custody. Convert them to the Empire."

Jaesa smiled under her hooded cloak, only Yoko being able to see her face clearly. "Yes, Master. I would be honored to accompany you." Yoko didn't like this. While she would love nothing more than to be with Jaesa and Vette she did not want them on the battlefield if she could help it.

"Now, that leaves Pierce and Vette to handle the power station demolition and the spaceport sabotage. If the traps and mines that protect the power station aren't circumvented in time, you'll be under constant turret fire inside the Republic base." Quinn continued.

"Sounds fun." Yoko quipped with a dark grin. A part of her wanted to test how powerful she was against such odds. But the risk to Jaesa and Vette were high and she wasn't that selfish to put them in unneeded danger. If she were alone, she wouldn't have thought twice about assaulting the base against such impossible odds. "In any case. Pierce, since I denied you your battlefield presence, which of these assaults you want."

Pierce sighed but seemed to accept his place. "I know how the Republic systems work. I can sabotage their spaceport."

"Get it done."

Vette bounded forward, a grin on her cute petite face. "And I can dismantle the traps and mines at the power station with my eyes closed." She boasted. Yoko glared at her and she seemed to deflate a little. "But, uh, I'll keep one open anyway."

Quinn spoke again, his tone disproving. It seemed to Yoko that Quinn didn't like Pierce at all. "Unless Pierce locks the spaceport force field, Faraire's reinforcements will arrive in time to fight you inside the base."

The tone wasn't lost on Pierce either. He growled as he replied. "It won't be an issue, captain." He all but sneered the title.

"Yes, well. Assaults have been assigned. Once you've cleared the way on the front, invade General Faraire's command center at will."

"Let's get this war started! My lady, any final words for the troops?" Yoko frowned and looked behind her to her assembled soldiers. Hundreds of them stood at attention. She grimaced. No, she didn't really have any final words. She glanced at Jaesa who only smiled at her. Her mere presence was enough to keep her calm.

"This War Trust must be brought down. We succeed by any means necessary. Destroy them in the name of the Empire and show no mercy! Dismissed!" She exclaimed with a flourish of her arm.

The soldiers all raised their fists a roar as one, each one displayed an aura of determination. Jaesa leaned in and whispered. "They have amazing resolved, Master. They will not fail you."

"I'll take your word for it, Jaesa." Yoko whispered back.

"Good luck, my lady. I will be coordinating the attacks via holo." Quinn said.

"Don't worry, Captain. The real soldiers got this one." Pierce mocked. Yoko had to try really hard to suppress a smirk at the look of hate on Quinn's face and the smug look on Pierce's as he lead the soldiers away to prepare.

"Jaesa."

The girl looked up at her master and idly wonderd how she could be so tall. "Yes, Master?"

"Stay by me and fight with everything you have." Yoko ordered. Jaesa nodded, even though she didn't look to thrilled to be fighting the Republic. But she would, only because Yoko was their enemy. She would do anything for her Sith, even fight her old allies.

Vette frowned as she tinkered with the various traps surrounding the power station. "Stupid Sith...stupid Jaesa. Getting all close to Yoko like that. I thought we were friends." The small twi'lek muttered to herself. It had been an awkward few weeks. Jaesa had come to her and told her what had happened. She didn't know how to feel about Yoko and Jaesa's reciprocated feelings to each other. Vette had her first.

The twi'lek sighed. She supposed she shouldn't be too upset at Jaesa about it. She didn't return Yoko's feelings...at least not out loud. Vette wouldn't admit to anyone but she was both terrified and in love with the Sith warrior. It was an odd mix of feelings to have to be sure. "Damn it..." She cursed as she almost messed up deactivating the power station. That would've been bad, she could have fried herself to bits. "Got to be more careful." She said as she finished sabotaging the station. "She's counting on me."

"You can say that again, little bird." Came another voice from behind her. She squeaked in surprise and spun around to defend herself, but it was too late. The butt of a republic soldiers rifle came crashing down to the side of her face, knocking her out cold with a crunch. "Ah, shit. I hope I didn't hurt her too bad." The soldier pursed his lips behind his helmet as he bent down to check for a pulse. He breathed a sigh of relief when he found one. Next he checked for any serious head damage. He was thankful nothing too serious happened, but she was going to wake up with a major headache. With a nod he gathered her up in his arms and carried her away. Faraire would want to hear about this.

Kyle Stryder hustled as quickly as he could without jostling his burden too much. Everywhere he looked fellow soldiers were getting ready for war. The Empire was going to attack the base and everyone needed to be ready. After the deaths of the fellow War Trust generals, General Faraire wasn't taking any chances.

Stryder burst into the command center, mindful of the twi'lek body in his arms. "General Faraire, sir!"

An aged man looked up from the holo-map he was studying to see a soldier carrying a twi'lek body in his arms. He frowned and stood up straight. "What's going on, son? What happened?" He asked calmly.

The soldier gently laid the girl on the holo-map table, her body distorting the images of the soon to be battlefield. "I'm sorry, sir. Let me explain. I caught this girl sabotaging the power station. I couldn't stop her before she did it so I advise sending a repair team to get our turrets back online." The general nodded and briefly contacted a repair team and notified them of the situation. Only then did Stryder continue. "I know I've seen her before but I just can't remember where. I figured if I brought her to you we could...identify her?"

Faraire grunted and moved closer to inspect the twi'lek. Blue skin, petite and shock collar scars on her neck. She did look familiar and it didn't take long for him to realize this was that Sith's slave. The one that had been systematically destroyed the War Trust at every turn. Faraire sighed. "Good work, son. This twi'lek is a slave to that...monster Sith, Yoko."

Kyle paled and visibly shook. He had seen the recordings of Yoko. He had seen her destroy entire battalions on her own, and he had gone and made the biggest mistake of his career. Taking something...someone, that belonged to her. "G-general..."

Fararie smiled, a plan coming to mind. It would ensure this girls freedom and the Sith's downfall in this war. "Have you ever loved, Mr. Stryder?"

The soldier was confused at the question, not seeing how it was relevant to their current situation but he answered anyway. "Yes, sir. I have a wife back home on Coruscant."

The general nodded. "Would you do anything to ensure her safety?"

Again Stryder answered. "Um...yes, sir. I would. She means everything to me."

"Then my dear boy we have nothing to worry about now. You may have just stopped all further blood shed." The general walked around the table and pat the soldier on the shoulder. "Good work. Ensure the twi'lek is taken care of and prep a transport ship to get her out of her. Yoko won't be a problem any longer."

Her rage was building. Well past the boiling point, it was amazing she hadn't exploded in a violent blood rage yet. Vette was taking too long, she should have been back by now. She was a professional right? She should have been back before anyone else, and yet she was the last. Yoko snarled. She wasn't angry at Vette, not really. She was just...angry. What if something happened and she wasn't able to prevent it? "Jaesa!" She snapped hysterically..

Jaesa winced and hugged her hands to her chest. She came to stand in front of Yoko and wrapped her arms around the seething warrior, hoping to calm her down just enough to prevent a disaster. "I'm sure she's okay, Yoko." She whispered, looking up into Yoko's now pulsing red eyes.

Yoko tampered down her rage just enough to not growl at her apprentice. The feel of the small girls arms around here helped immensely. "Where is she, Jaesa?" She asked through clenched teeth. She knew it was an unfair questions but she had to do...something before she went insane.

"I'm trying to find her...it's faint but...I don't..." Before Jaesa could finish an Imperial soldier ran into the war room and went to Captain Quinn, whispering in his ear. Yoko watched as the usual stone faced Captain's expression revealed one of shock. His face paled as he looked at Yoko. The Sith knew immediately that something had happened to Vette. Her anger returned full force and began to rise. Sparks of electricity began to clash around her as her Force power began to build.

"Captain...where is she?" She asked, her voice taking on a sub-vocal tone, as if two people were speaking instead of just one. "WHERE IS SHE!?"

Malavai grimaced, knowing that the battle was going to start sooner than expected. He told the messenger to contact Lieutenant Pierce and to get the armies ready for the fight. As he left he cautiously stepped forward. "My liege...Vette...has been captured by the Republic."

The silence that followed was tense, Jaesa held onto her lover even tighter, willing with all her heart that Yoko would stay calm enough to think things through. When Yoko didn't say anything for such a long time, she knew it wouldn't last. Jaesa could feel her masters anger rising with each passing second and with it her power grew as well. She flinched as a computer terminal suddenly exploded, but she refused to let go. Another one followed suit and then a third, a fourth. As more of the machines exploded there was an ear splitting roar, not unlike a rancor, that came from the source of it all. A whirlwind suddenly kicked up, the air moving aggressively as if sensing Yoko's fury.

Jaesa shielded her face against Yoko's body as debris flew around the room. The few soldiers and technicians in the room were running to the exit to flee the sith's rage. "Y-Yoko!" She tried to shout over the cacophony of noise. Seeing her plea had no effect she shouted over to Quinn who was crouched down beside a terminal, holding onto it as the winds speed increased and Yoko's roar got louder and angrier. Using the Force to mitigate the forceful winds, she order the Captain to leave.. "C-captain. Please, stay away from Yoko. I've never seen her this angry before its..." She couldn't think of an accurate word to describe it all. "Please you have to leave. Get everyone out of here.

"I will. I imagine she will usher revenge. I've seen the power of the Force before and Yoko will be the first to enter the fray. If you can, try to calm her down, just...be careful." Jaesa nodded as Quinn sprinted down the hall, the remaining soldiers stationed there followed at his command, happy to be aware from their volatile Sith lord.

Jaesa gathered herself and turned back to her enraged master. The vortex was still swirling around her, electricity crackling off her skin. The wind was whipping her cape around in whirlwind of anger, and her eyes. Those blood colored eyes were glaring right at her. Despite knowing better, Jaesa still cringed, but refused to let go. She tried again to get through to her. "Y-Yoko! P-please calm down!"

When Yoko spoke it sent chills down her spine. Her voice was definitely of two people. Was it that...other self that Yoko was speaking about before? They were both angry and the sub-vocals reverberated around her skull, entrapping her attention. Both awe and fear battled in her mind. "Do not tell me to calm down!" She hissed, placing her hands on Jaesa's shoulders. She expected to be crushed but instead...her touch was gentle? Even through her rage she still knew who was in front of her and she would never harm the ones she loved. "They took her, Jae, and I'm going to make them pay." The Sith stepped out of Jaesa's hold and without another word, Yoko sprinted off using the Force to speed her movements.

"Master! Wait!" Jaesa called after her but she was already gone. She gave chase, just hoping she could watch her masters back during the upcoming battle.

"Do you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"That...buzzing noise." A pause. "You seriously don't hear that?"

A sigh. "No, I don't seriously hear anything."

"I swear I can hear..."

The Republic soldier never finished his sentence as a glowing red lightsaber shot down from the sky and impaled him to the ground. His death screams alerted his fellow soldier to the trouble. "Oh shit! Contact! Contact!" He exclaimed, rattling the hornets nest.

Seconds later, a figure dressed in all black and red armor rocketed toward the ground and with an earth shattering crash landed in the middle of a squad of Republic troopers denting the earth. The soldiers recoiled and brought their weapons to bear, gaping in awe and fear at the sight before them. A woman in red and black stood before them. Her eyes glowing red, not unlike her skin color. A Sith, they realized too late as the lightsaber that had impaled their comrade was ripped from his body by an unseen force and slapped into her hand.

All was silent, as if time had slowed and was giving them all a proper look at their doom. She just stared at them for a time. She was basking in their fear, letting it fuel her hatred. Then with the speed only a Force-user was capable of, Yoko shot forward and began her massacre as she cleaved a soldier from hip to hip. Blood and organs spilled from the lifeless corpse and the Republic army roared in fear and anger, spraying their blaster fire at the encroaching Sith warrior.

Vette watched all of this from the safety of the space port. She was in awe of Yoko's power as she ripped through the Republic army...alone. It was as if they were a minor annoyance rather than a vast army of trained soldiers. No wonder the Sith were feared across the galaxy.

General Faraire was also in the room with her and several squads of soldiers, including Kyle Stryder, the one who had knocked her out. They were all watching the same thing. The soldiers were nervously shifting as they kept their rifles pointed at the only entrance to the secure room. Despite the fear she felt Vette smirked at the look of horror on the General's face. "You know, probably not your brightest idea keeping me hostage." She mocked, folding her arms.

Faraire sighed. In hindsight, he should have figured that a monster like Yoko wouldn't just lay down and do what he asked because he had someone that she wanted. No. This was the more logical outcome. He supposed that he was looking for any shred hope that he had blinded himself to reality. "Yes, you are right."

"Let me go to her. Maybe this slaughter will stop. She's coming for me, I know she is." Vette implored.

Faraire shook his head. "She doesn't seem the type to stop even when she got you back. She would just continue because of her allegiance. I know the Imperial army is on it's way as well. I might as well send you away, the outcome would be the same regardless."

"You can't do that! Let me go! I want to go back!" Vette suddenly shouted in anger. After she said it she realized it was true. She was afraid of Yoko, that was for sure. Seeing how she could easily decimate entire battalions was proof enough of how easily she could end Vette. But something about Yoko just made her want to stay. She had fun with Yoko despite it all. The adventure was thrilling and the monetary gain was almost worth it. Jaesa was there too and she wanted to be with her as well. She couldn't leave her new family, no matter how quirky it was.

"Why? You see that don't you?" He pointed at the screen where Yoko ripped a dozen men apart with the Force alone. Gallons of blood was spilled, hundreds of limbs were severed. The gray walls were painted red with the blood of the men and women under his command. He hated that he couldn't do anything to help them. "She's a monster, little girl! She would sooner kill you than welcome you with open arms!"

"She would never hurt me!" Vette shouted in retaliation. It was only in the heat of the moment but she realized it was true. She only shocked her two or three times with the shock collar when they met, and even that didn't hurt so much. She just knew Yoko would never hurt her. So why? After all this time did she fear her? "S-She's family, and it's not just Yoko I want to go back to! I have friends there and you won't keep me from that! Yoko is almost here and she'll get me out of here! Just wait and see!"

Faraire glowered at the girl. Why couldn't she see the truth? She must be aware of how aliens were treated in the Empire. He just couldn't understand her reasoning for wanting to stay. In the end though, she was right. Yoko was coming and he had to take care of her before the twi'lek girl became corrupted by that...demon. "No...she won't." He assured with all the confidence of a man who had already won. He placed a hand on his blaster pistol. If it came to a fight, we was confident that their new weapon would put her down for good but he wasn't fool enough to fight an enraged Sith. They were unstoppable.

"Uh...sir?" Kyle called for his General's attention.

"Yes, what is it?" Faraire responded.

"She's...she's staring at us." He stammered in fear.

"What are you...?" The general began but he lost the ability to speak as he looked at the camera screen.

Glowing red eyes stared right back at him. Yoko's face was all that was visible on the camera. Only small holes showed what was behind her. All they could see was blood those eyes. Those glowing red eyes seemed to burn into his soul. They promised much pain and he felt complete terror at the sight. She could see them. Scientifically she shouldn't be able to, cameras didn't work like that. But he was certain that she was staring into his eyes. Her face twisted and roared much like those dreaded Rancor, then she was gone. She just disappeared, revealing the blood soaked room behind her. The General knew she was coming for them... for him. He knew that she was aware of their location. "We need to leave." He said, surprisingly not showing his fear despite his whole body shaking. He grabbed onto Vette's arm and ordered his remaining squads to form up and escape. He had never felt such terror in his lifetime. No amount of war could make him feel this way but that monster? His earlier confidence wavered.

She had never felt like this before! Her heart was pounding so hard she was certain it would burst from her chest. She didn't feel this way when she faced down a group of students as a kid trying to kill her during her training. She didn't feel this way when infiltrating and assassinating military and political figure heads of the Empire. She faced those trials with a calm heart and focused mind. She even killed a Rancor with a smile on her face. But this... This was something she could never prepare for. She was afraid. Terrified.

She was not afraid for her own life, that was absurd. She was afraid of losing Vette...permanently. Because of the sheer terror of the very thought, Yoko sped through the Republic base, destroying anyone who stood in her way. She left a trail of destruction in her wake, one Lieutenant Pierce's squad was sure to follow.

Before all of this started they had a plan. A means of execution and an outcome of success. Now? She didn't know if she had jeopardized her masters plans or not, and she found she didn't care at all. All she could think about, all she could focus on, was getting to Vette before the Republic took her away. No! I will not let that happen! She pushed herself harder, following the faint trail of Vette's life force. She could feel it. By the looks of things she was being led to the space port. She was running out of time.

She rounded the nearest corner and stopped in her tracks at the realization that she was no longer alone. Down the corridor was two full squads of Republic soldiers, their weapons aimed her way. Before she had time to react an order was given. "Open fire! Take the bitch down!"

Blaster fire rained down on her. She lifted an arm, palm outstretched, willing the Force to come to her aid. A barrier was erected in front of her just in time for the blaster bolts to hit. She was so caught off guard that force of the bolts alone was enough to push her back and break her guard. Some bolts even got through and punctured her armor. But it was enough to save her life. Gritting her teeth she roared, her fury coming back full force. "Get out of my way, vermin!" The power of her roar was augmented by the Force and the shockwave hurled down the corridor into the Republic ranks.

The squad cried out in pain as they went hurtling into the bulkheads, their bodies twisting, bones breaking, flesh rending, blood spewing. Yoko didn't pause to admire her handy work. Instead she sprinted down the corridor, stepping in their leaking blood of various colors and broke through the sealed doorway with a Force imbued shoulder charge.

The heavy metal door went flying into the hanger coming to a stop at one of the many shuttles. Taking a quick look around, Yoko spotted Vette's distinct lekku being pulled into a shuttle at the far end of the hanger. The shuttle was already taking off. "Damn you! You're not getting away from me!" Yoko called upon the Force once more. It responded much slower than she realized. "No... No! I can't be at my limit already! Give me back my Vette, damn you!" She cried. She thrust out her hand, intending to rip the shuttle from the skies and pull it back to her. But nothing happened. The shuttle continued to get farther and farther away. Still, she didn't stop trying until the shuttle blinked and was gone. She was gone.

With that realization, Yoko sagged to her knees, her armor clanking loudly on the hangar floor. The rage was still there, mixed with despair and sorrow. Building...building. How was she going to get her back now? "No..." She whispered, cursing herself for being so slow. "No!" She screamed. She raised her fists and pounded them against the floor. "No! No! NO!" Each word punctuated by the pounding of fists on the floor, the sound of cracking metal. More and more power was being drawn into her. More than she could handle. But she didn't care, she just wanted Vette back. With one final roar of anguish, tears streaming down her red skinned cheeks, she slammed her fists against the ground with all her remaining might. "Yoko!" The Sith's eyes snapped open in horror as her world exploded in a sea of red.

AN: So...how was it? Took me a long time to even finish this. Lots of things got in the way and my own laziness but...I hope it at least met with everyone's expectations.