AN: Here you are guys, chapter 7. Sorry for the slow updates, life is life and im REALLY lazy sometimes...most of the time. Anyway, hope you enjoy.

Chapter 7

Darth Baras was not pleased. Yoko had failed in eliminating the entire War Trust on Taris. She was on her way to Hoth to finish the remnants but Faraire was still alive. As upset as he was, however, he understood his apprentices situation. She couldn't finish him. The Barsen'thor, a very powerful Jedi, hindered those plans. Yet she still went and put herself at risk, and for what? The twi'lek girl he had given her after her training? Foolish. But he still understood.

Now that she was on her way to Hoth, he needed another way to finish off Faraire. He passed the time in his office, thinking. Thinking. The General was on the way to Coruscant, so a large scale attack wouldn't work and would be ultimately stupid. He needed something subtle, an assassin. He needed one of the Ciphers. He had to call the Keeper. He sat down at his desk and began the call. After a few seconds the link was connected. "Darth Baras. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"

Baras smiled under his helmet. He knew the game. This was all just a farce, false politeness. Imperial Intelligence and the Dark Council were not the closest of friends. But at times they had to call upon one another for favors for the good of the Empire. Now was one of those times, Baras had no problem playing along. "Greetings, Keeper. Adjusting to your new role well I hope?"

The Keeper, formerly known as Watcher Two put on a forced smile as she stood up straighter. "Rather well, My Lord. Is there something I could do for you?"

Straight to the point, Baras could respect that. "There is, in fact. I have a...problem. A problem only one of your Cipher agents can deal with. My apprentice was unable to remove a threat. If she were to attempt again...lets just say its complicated."

"I see. If you were to give me the details, my Lord, I'm sure I could arrange something."

"Of course, Keeper. Allow me some time and I will send over everything I feel your agent would need to know." Without another word he closed the connection and began his work. Yoko wasn't able to kill General Faraire, but he was confident that an Imperial agent would.

The Fury was docked at an Imperial Outpost station, refueling and resupplying for the journey to Hoth. Malavai and Pierce were taking care of that. Pierce had wanted to join them after the battle on Taris. Yoko didn't really care either way what he did, so long as he didn't get in her way he was welcome.

Yoko was sitting on a very relaxing couch, her head resting in one hand, the other taping along on the back rest to the rhythm of the music in the cantina. Next to her, Vette and Jaesa were side by side at close by table eating a luxurious meal that the Sith had bought for them, she had finished eating and was just trying to relax. The two girls were whispering to each other, faces so close their foreheads were touching. The smiles on their faces were enough to release a sigh of content from the warrior woman's lips.

She had gone soft, she knew it. Vette and Jaesa had made her soft. In the past she would have hated this feeling, a feeling of warmth in her chest. But now she found herself not caring. Rather, she enjoyed it. So long as the two women were in her life she could deal with being soft. She wasn't naive enough to believe it made her weak. What was it that Jedi said to her? She wasn't alone, she didn't need to bear the burdens all by herself? "Strength from love, hm?" She mumbled.

The two women looked up at her soft question. "Yoko, are you alright?" Jaesa asked.

"Yeah, you look bored." Vette added.

Yoko flicked her eyes to her girls, her face passive and made of stone. She grunted in response. She was bored, relaxed and alright, but bored. She wanted to get back out there and kill something. Even if she had gone soft emotionally, her desire for violence was not muted. If anything it was stronger because of her desire to protect these two women. She had something worth losing now, so she would fight all the harder to keep them safe. She craved getting back onto a battlefield, craved ripping her foes apart. She was a violent person by nature, no amount of love was going to change that. She was also a little more than pissed off that she couldn't kill Faraire. It felt like she failed, that she was weak because of that. That damned Jedi was in the way, that damned otherworldly power. She sighed and closed her eyes remembering the sheer amount of Force power coming from that woman, a human woman.

She felt two separate weights pressing against her. She cracked open an eye to see Vette and Jaesa sitting on either side of her. She wondered why they did this when she was in her armor. The cold and hard durasteel plating probably wasn't very comfortable. Both wrapped their arms around her and lay their heads on each shoulder. They did this in unison, almost perfectly. When the hell did they get so symmetrical? Yoko thought idly. Still she enjoyed feeling them against her so she wasn't going to complain. "Done eating?" Yoko asked looking over at the table to confirm her question. They were.

"Yes, thank you, Master."

"Yep, you da the best."

Again they answered in unison. If she were being honest Yoko was getting a little annoyed by it. "Can you stop that?" She asked, one of her eyes twitching.

"Stop what?" They said together.

Yoko growled a warning. "That!" She snarled.

The two laughed again, only furthering Yoko's irritation. "Only a joke, boss. Lighten up, won't be much longer until we get back out there."

"That's right." Jaesa added nuzzling against Yoko's neck. "What's the hurry, though? You don't like spending time with us?"

Yoko sighed. A trap, of course. If she lived for all eternity she would never understand women. "I didn't say that." She muttered. "I just have an itch that I need to scratch."

"Oh an itch?" Vette responded, her voice taking on a sultry tone. The twi'lek reached out and placed a hand on Yoko's chest plate of her armor, just above her breast and gave it a squeeze as much as the armor would allow. "You know we can help with that, right?"

Yoko was looking at the crowd, mentally noting Pierce's personal squadmates at positions throughout the cantina. The rest of the crowd were giving them odd looks and she smirked at them, a vicious and wild look in her eyes. Some were curious, most were jealous that two women were hanging on her. She even received some looks of disgust, though those were few and far between and she ignored them anyway. They didn't matter.

It was then Vette made a move and her eyes narrowed as she looked down at the grinning twi'lek who had placed her hand on her chest, pressing into her armor, almost as if she could press hard enough she could reach her breasts. Vette wasn't afraid of Yoko's glares, not anymore She would never hurt her and they both knew it.

Jaesa, seeing what was going through Vette's mind, played along and placed her hand Yoko's chest, above the other breast. "A shame you're wearing such thick armor, Master." She said, her voice just oozing seduction. She had picked it up from the holovids Vette had watched with her.

The Sith moved her hands to the back of their heads and gently pushed them forward. They touched with her own skull and she grinned as she looked into the girls' eyes. Her red eyes almost shimmering. "You want to get me in bed? Are you sure that's a good idea?" She asked, her voice taking on a predatory tone. It was deeper and huskier than normal.

Vette swallowed at the thought of sex with her Sith. She wanted a loving and gentle experience but from the way Yoko was looking at her, from what she knew of her behavior and personality, Vette surmised she would be exhausted and more than a little bit sore. "Um..." Jaesa giggled at Vette's nervous answer.

Yoko chuckled. "Hesitation now?" She asked, leaning back in her seat, pulling the two girls with her. They went without hesitation, though Vette did pout at Yoko's teasing. They stayed like that for a time, enjoying the cantina music. The Sith was enjoying the closeness when a beeping sound alerted them to her holocom. Her hands were occupied being around her girls waists, giving them surprisingly gentle rubs and she was reluctant to move them. She flicked her eyes to Jaesa who smiled and nodded, immediately understanding Yoko's desire. The human took the holocom from Yoko's belt and activated it, positioning it so all three of them were in view. Malavai Quinn appeared on holo. "Done?" Yoko asked, without preamble. As much as she loved just lazing here with her girls she really wanted to get out and fight something.

Quinn looked at the three of them and their intimate positions but said nothing, he was too dedicated to his work to care about Yoko's personal moments. "Yes, my lord. You may return when you are ready."

"Did you get what we needed? We are going to Hoth you know. Don't wanna freeze to death on that blasted ice rock because you forgot something."

"Of course, everything is prepared. We will see you soon." He disconnected the call before anyone else could get a word in.

"Come on, we're going." Yoko stood up abruptly, uprooting the two woman from their spot dumping them to the floor. They cried out in surprise as Yoko walked away, knowing they would follow eventually, smirking all the way.

"Yoko!" Vette and Jaesa glared after their retreating Sith, and stood up to gather themselves. "Jerk..." Vette muttered.

"Perhaps, but I think we deserved that." Jaesa said as she took Vette's hand and stepped in close. "Are you okay?"

"Of course I am." Vette said with a smile, her fingers moving on their own to interlace with Jaesa's. It was still new to her to feel the same warmth in her chest whether she was alone with Yoko or Jaesa. She couldn't remember when she was this happy.

"Good." Jaesa said, leaning in without any hesitation and planting a modest kiss on the twi'lek's blue lips. She pulled away, just enough for their foreheads to touch. "So, we're not going to let her get away with that, are we?"

"Nope." Vette replied with a grin, her gaze not breaking from Jaesa's.

"That's right." Jaesa then proceeded to tell Vette her idea for getting back at their rough Sith. Before they went back to the ship, they had a little detour to make. While a few of Pierce's squad followed Yoko back to the docks to the ship, a couple remained to accompany Vette and Jaesa. They knew their task as bodyguards and were willing to lay down their lives for the Sith's loved ones.

"Are you ready to return to the ship, ladies?" One of them asked. He was a large man, strong and dangerous. But underneath he seemed almost caring.

"Not yet. Please accompany us to the shipping district first?" The pair nodded, Jaesa and Vette leading them out of the cantina and into the sprawl of the Imperial space station outpost.

Yoko was busy looking over the inventory for their journey to Hoth. She made sure to check over the cold resistant gear. She would be damned if Jaesa or Vette got sick or died from the cold. She wasn't concerned about herself, she was a warrior, born to be Sith, being weak wasn't in her blood. Her parents forbade weakness. She wondered what they would think of her now? In love, emotional. Like a soft child. She sighed at the line of thinking. No matter, the cold would not get to her, the Force, her own undying red hot rage, and her warrior training would keep her alive and warm enough. Of course, she wasn't naive enough to believe that would be all it would take. So bringing a set of cold resistant gear for herself was a good idea.

Seeing everything was in order she tossed the datapad aside onto a nearby table and stalked out of the cargo hold into the main area of the ship. Pierce was with his squad, looking over weapons and armor. He had hand picked the best of the best to come with him to help the Sith Lord with her...work. As she walked past them a few called out in greetings. She merely grunted back in reply. They knew not to take offense to her gruff and cold attitude. Before she entered the helm of the ship she paused and turned her eyes to her quarters. Vette and Jaesa had returned a little later than her and had holed themselves up in the room. What were they up to? She had decided to give them some alone time, Jaesa did miss Vette too after all. Yoko was selfish but not unreasonable, so instead of going to find out what they were doing she pushed down that desire and went to the cockpit.

Quinn was in the pilot seat looking over the navigational charts. They were in hyperspace on their way to Hoth. Yoko sat down in "captains" seat, watching the haunting effects of hyperspace pass her by. The two didn't speak, neither had anything to say to the other. Yoko liked that about the Imperial. He was solely focused on his work and didn't bother with annoying chit-chat. The pair looked over the ships systems in silence. Then Yoko stopped suddenly. She could feel Jaesa coming, she looked over at the entrance just as the human stepped through. Jaesa smiled at the Sith as she walked over with a more pronounced sway in her hips. Yoko didn't say anything or react in anyway. She just watched, however she couldn't stop her heart from beating a bit faster than normal and by the widening smile on Jaesa's lips Yoko knew she was found out.

Jaesa didn't say a word, only grabbed Yoko's hand and with a gentle tug urging her out of her seat. Yoko could have resisted, but when it came to Jaesa and Vette she knew she couldn't ever do such a thing. So she stood up and let Jaesa pull her along, down the stairs, past Pierce's squad of soldiers and into her quarters.

The human shut the door behind them and locked it while Yoko took in the sight before her. Vette was standing before her, in a rather exotic dancers outfit, her hands were placed meekly behind her back, as if she was embarrassed to be in such a state of dress. Yoko didn't say anything, she couldn't even find words. All she could think was how cute she looked. "Um, hey." Vette managed to say after a short silence.

Yoko was confused at the situation, but she wasn't about to complain upon seeing her blue little twi'lek in such a state of dress, or rather undress. "What..." She began to ask

Jaesa giggled at the look on Yoko's face. The Sith, knowing they were safe behind closed doors, let her guard down more often and actually showed genuine emotions. Instead of the normal glares and piercing eyes, Yoko was dumbstruck, in awe of the petite twi'lek body. "Just some payback, Master."

Jaesa then pushed Yoko onto the bed with the Force. She landed with a snarl and almost shot up to retaliate, her mind and body acting on instinct. Yoko forced herself to relax, they weren't going to harm her, but old habits die hard or not at all. "Payback? For what?"

As Jaesa explained, Vette stood at the edge of the bed and began to dance. Rather erotically if Yoko had anything to say about. It was a dance famous amongst the twi'lek and some of the reason why they were sought after as slaves or something more personal. "We felt you were a little bit too mean to us at the cantina on the station. Dumping us on the floor? For shame, Master."

Yoko raised an eyebrow at this. This was punishment? She smirked. "How is this punishment? Seems to me I'm getting the better side of the deal. I don't dress up like that and I get to enjoy the view."

Vette blushed at the comment but continued to dance anyway, determined to seduce if nothing else. "Yeah, but you don't get to touch, and we didn't say you got to be dressed and comfortable behind that bulky armor."

At those words, Jaesa reached over and began to take Yoko's armor off piece by piece. Despite the fact that she could stop all this and easily make them submit, she decided to let it play out. She knew what she did was rude to them and she figured they could feel like they were in power. "Fine." She said a grumpy sigh, helping Jaesa remove her armor a little. Soon she was naked from the waist up, her red skinned chest bare to the air. Yoko didn't react at her nudity, she was neither ashamed or really proud of her looks. She was, however, proud of how strong her body was, but not much beyond that.

Jaesa was busy removing her clothing while Vette danced for the reclining Sith. Eventually the human joined her Sith lover and lay beside her, running her hands along any amount of skin she could reach. "You're really beautiful, you know." Yoko scoffed lightly but didn't retort it. If they believed she was attractive who was she to tell them otherwise? "I'm serious." Jaesa insisted.

"I know you are."

"But you don't think so?"

"No."

It was Vette's turn to scoff as she sank down and straddled Yoko's lap, still dancing with her upper body. "Well believe it, grumpy. You're freakin' hot, okay?"

Yoko had to chuckle at that. "Well when you put it that way, how can I argue?"

"You can't." Vette said with finality. Yoko smiled a genuine smile as she watched Vette atop her, whipping her body this way and that. It was...enjoyable. Arousing even. She wanted to touch her, so she reached out to touch that blue skin, only to have her hand slapped away by Jaesa.

"No touching, remember?"

Yoko narrowed her eyes in a half-hearted glare. Then she smirked, feeling Jaesa delicate fingers trace through the valley of her breasts. "Yes, I remember. So why are you touching me then?"

Jaesa frowned but didn't move away. "Because I can touch you all I want, and so can Vette."

"Sure, but by you touching me I am passively touching back, and I'm not allowed to touch you right? So what do you think that means?"

Vette giggled "You know, she's got a point."

Jaesa sighed. "Fine. Only we can touch you. Why do you gotta make everything so difficult?"

Yoko laughed, finally laughed. All traces of strain and anger was gone and she laughed with joy. "Because it's fun. Fine, I'll play your game." She said, then added with a grin that made the pair of them shudder. "For now."

Trying to ignore her racing heart, Vette began dancing again on Yoko's lap, touching and caressing her own body with her hands. She could see with each new touch the darkening lust in Yoko's eyes. It started out as just a way to tease Yoko but now it seemed the joke was on her. She wanted to stop dancing and let Yoko touch her, take her.

Jaesa was no better. Her hands were traveling along as much skin as she could touch. She was in awe of the Sith's body. Yoko was tall and well muscled from her training and constant fighting. Her skin was hard and firm, and yet it was soft and felt wonderful under her fingers. Finally she dared venture to those wondrous orbs of flesh. She trailed her fingers along the Sith's skin and palmed a breast, then looked up into Yoko's returning gaze.

For Yoko's part, the constant sight of Vette's petite body, the constant caresses of both of her girls was enough to make her snap. When Jaesa touched her breast she felt something shift inside. She looked down at the human who was watching, and then she grinned. With the help of the Force, Yoko flipped over, taking Vette by surprise. Jaesa was caught up in the move and Yoko pinned the two to the bed. She hovered over them, her eyes dark with lust. Vette gulped and quipped. "W-well that didn't take long."

Yoko grinned again, a feral smile. "What can I say? I've never had much self-restraint, my little twi'lek." Yoko reached for the girl and gripped the top of her outfit.

Vette panicked and said. "D-don't..."She stammered, trying to continue with some form of protest to slow her down. "I-I actually like this outfit..."

Yoko paused with a look of contemplation. Vette began to think it would work but then Yoko grinned again and her heart picked up speed. "I'll buy you a new one." She declared and ripped the clothing from her body. She gave a startled yelp and covered her perky breasts with her arms. "Oh no you don't." Yoko growled and forcefully removed her hands, pinning them above her head with one large hand so she could get a good look.

Vette was as small as she expected, but Yoko enjoyed that about her. The fact that Yoko was so much bigger than the small twi'lek made her feel dominate. Yoko then moved her other hand down and ripped apart the bottoms of Vette's outfit, leaving her completely naked. The Sith licked her lips at the sight before her. "One down." She said as she looked over to the now trembling Jaesa. "One to go."

Yoko reached over, making sure to keep Vette below her as well, and ripped apart Jaesa's remaining clothing from her body. Both of her girls were left bare before her and she reveled in the sight. They were so beautiful. Perfection in her eyes, and they were all hers. "Yoko, be gentle please, you're scaring us." Jaesa implored, feeling the fear coming from Vette.

Yoko smirked, but paused. "Don't be." With that said she moved down the bed and settled between Vette's thighs, looking her in the eye the whole time. Vette gulped, trying to swallow down her lust. "But just remember." Yoko said, her smirk coming back into play and a dark glint in her red eyes. "I did warn you."

Faraire got out of the cab, paying the fee, and turned to his apartments. He had a splendid home, if he said so himself, on Coruscant. It was a glamorous vista befitting a General of the Republic. He accessed the door console, nodding to the guards that were ordered to patrol his home, and stepped inside with a sigh. It had been a few days since his encounter with that Sith and the failure of a mission on Taris. He had been ordered by command to retire to his apartments until things blew over. While he wanted to continue to serve, he knew it was the right call. The secret war with the Empire required every able bodied man and woman they could muster and getting himself killed or more of his men killed in a vain attempt at revenge on that Sith or any other mission wasn't a good idea.

He entered his home and began a process he had truly never forgotten. A combination of coffee and paperwork. As he worked he turned on his holo to have some background noise. He was unaware of the cloaked figure watching him from a solitary platform a mile away from his residence.

The Cipher agent adjusted her sights and observed the republic general. "So, you're the one." She said with a smile, her Imperial accent heavy with inflection.

Another voice cut through her headset communications. "It would appear so. How do you want to approach, Cipher Nine?"

Cipher Nine. A chiss Imperial, also known as Dawn, smiled. "Irie'na. Didn't I say radio silence?"

The other woman laughed through their radio. "Of course, but since when did I ever listen to you?"

Dawn chuckled, tracing Faraire's movements through the windows. Once again he was in the kitchens. "You never do, darling, you never do."

"That's right. So, I'll ask again, how do you wish to proceed?"

Dawn thought it over, her quick mind making short work of their options. He wouldn't fall for a decoy or distraction. They couldn't assault his home either. From her vantage point she had made out several different guards at the house itself and in strategic locations around the home, snipers she surmised. Obviously an orbital strike is out of the question, any imperial ship within a few parsecs of the planet would be stopped. Even trying to snipe him wouldn't work. His windows would probably stop any bullet. Even if they didn't she couldn't take the risk. If she fired, even with a clear and perfect shot, the republic snipers would end her in an instant. For a trained sniper it wasn't hard to determine where an enemy sniper would be if she took the shot. So that left one of two options: Stealth or Sabotage. Even these would be risky, but they was the safest. "Do I really need to tell you, Irie'na?"

There was a pause, and then. "No, you don't. Stealth is our only option, isn't it?"

"That or rig the entire platform his house is on to blow. However I feel stealth is the best course of action: Sneak into his house at night when he sleeps. Hack the door, since you are far superior at it." Dawn heard a smug sounding noise from the other end, but ignored it. "Then we sneak in and kill him in his sleep. Simple."

Irie'na laughed through the headset. "Simple? Only you would refer to assassinating a high ranking general of the Republic military as 'simple'. On Coruscant of all places."

"That's because it is." Dawn retorted and promptly shut off her radio and settled in to wait. She would succeed at this mission, she had no choice. So she sat in to wait for their moment to strike.

Dawn kept her vigilance throughout the day, her eye never leaving her sniper scope. She watched her target move about the house. Sometimes he would get food or drink, other times he would relax and watch the holo. Most times he would be at a desk in his office, looking over a datapad or actual paper documents. A common thing she sighted, however, was just how out of place he was. She watched his movements, his stances, his posture and she came to a conclusion about the man. He was itching to get out of the house, get back into the fight where he felt he was needed. He was a man of action, and Dawn could respect that. But a target was a target and she could finish her mission with the same detachment she always had.

As the sun was going down she received the call from her field partner, Irie'na. "Are you ready?" she asked.

"Always, darling. Always."

"Good, let's get to it. Radio silence from here on out as always."

The call went dead and Dawn made her move. She programmed her platform to float closer to the house under the cover of the night. The cities lights illuminated her at parts but she wasn't worried. She was moving too quietly and to quickly to be spotted. Finally she reached the house and abandoned her post, jumping to the houses platform and slinking against the wall. Her trained eyes helped her spot Irie'na doing the same from the opposite side of the homestead. The pair moved up to the first two guards at the front of the house. As one the slipped up behind them and unsheathed their knives, slitting the guards throats. They fell with a gurgle of blood.

The two assassins put them out their mind and entered the Generals home, once Irie'na bypassed the lock. They slipped inside, two ghosts in the night, and swept through the house together to find Fararie...or anyone else hiding in the house.

They searched and found nothing until they came to his room. Both of them could hear his snores coming from the room. They nodded to each and proceeded to check the door for any hidden alarms. Satisfied of their search they opened the door, immediately checking their corners with their blaster pistols. The room was empty, save for the General himself. After seeing that the room was secure, Dawn didn't hesitate, she stalked up to the bed, pulling out her durasteel knife and pressing it to the man's chest and sunk it into his heart. He didn't even have a chance to open his eyes. She twisted the knife to cause more damage and slowly slipped it out of his chest. The Agents look at each other and with a nod, left the household. Their mission was complete, General Faraire of the Republic had been eliminated.

The Sith sat crossed legged in the captains seat of the Fury class starship, mildly listening to Quinn going through the docking check and procedure from Hoth's Imperial Space Outpost. Yoko could really care less about it all. Her mind kept wondering back to her room, where she knew her girls were still asleep. She showed them their mistake in wanting to take her to bed. While she held back in her ravishing, she was sure she left them worn out and a little sore. "Looks like I'll have to go it alone." she muttered to herself. While she was relived that her girls would be safe on the ship, she couldn't help but feel loneliness crushing down on her. The knowledge that she would go it alone somehow hurt.

"Did you say something, my lord?" Quinn asked, just getting confirmation for docking.

"Nothing, Quinn. Are we cleared?" She asked rhetorically, she could see they were coming to dock at a hanger.

"Yes, my lord. Docking now. Please ready yourself for departure."

Yoko stood up and left without a word, making her way to her chambers. Upon entering her eyes immediately went to the bed. There they still were, fast asleep with half smiles on their faces. They were in each others arms, foreheads touching, legs intertwined. One of Vette's lekku was draped over Jaesa's neck as if in embrace. The Sith couldn't help but smile softly at the sight, her heart swelling in her chest, almost painfully so. She lifted a hand to pat her chest to still its radical beating. It obeyed.

Quietly, she gathered her gear. Lightsaber clipped to her belt, cold-resistant cloak around her neck, and provisions for her solo journey. She was getting closer to ending this, one step closer to...to what? Glancing back at her girls, she began to think. What was she striving for now? Vette and Jaesa were everything to her. Why was she even continuing with the farce with her master Darth Baras. She knew she was still loyal to the Empire but...to Baras? She hated the man.

Would the Darth allow her to keep them? She wondered. He had done terrible things, many for the Empire, more for himself. She knew who he was, what he was like. Would staying as this mans apprentice be the safest thing to do for her lovers? Yoko sighed and stalked to the door, clenching a fist. She really didn't know the answer to these sudden questions. All she could do right now was continue to do her masters bidding. For the Empire, if anything else. Taking one last look at two lovers, Yoko smiled again. "Be back soon, little stars." She said in parting. She flushed with embarrassment at her mushy words, and left the two to rest, wondering when it was that she became so soft and pathetic.

AN: Here you go, frands. Another chapter. Once again, sorry for the long delays in updates. I hope you enjoyed this one and I hope to see you in the next. Take care.