I deleted this one a long time ago, and just went through rewriting a good chunk of it. I'm considering picking up my Lady of Slytherin story again after putting it on the shelf for a few years so I'm letting Lilith Potter stretch her legs a bit. If you guys enjoyed it, I'll continue with the full rewrite and expansion, if not, it was a fun diversion. Enjoy!
Inquisitor Criios Nurma lifted his clenched fist silently causing the team of stormtroopers following him to come to a stop in trepidation. Wiping rainwater from his shaved head the tall man let out a sigh as he allowed himself to fall into the Force to further pinpoint his target. The woman wasn't hard to find, she had made no obvious efforts to hide her Force presence as she helped the people of this worthless backwater after all.
What was difficult was pinning her position down.
Sighing as he felt the strange yet familiar presence in the Force that he had been catching brief glimpses of the entire day cycle he had been on this worthless rock he could only shake his head in frustration.
What a waste of time.
With that thought he waved the troopers on as he led them further through the dirty winding alleys of this long rotting city fully expecting to find nothing. Truthfully Criios didn't even recall what this planet, much less this city's name was. It was just another rock on the border of the outer rim that degenerates and lowlifes tried to lose themselves in. Jedi too apparently, but that was not all that surprising, they had never been known for their taste after all.
Approaching an ancient warehouse that seemed to be sagging in on itself the Inquisitor stretched out his hand and smiled, regardless, the Force delivers, she was here.
How fortuitous.
Motioning his hand forward his troopers rushed into the building and Criios soon followed with a smirk upon his lips. Removing a specialized drone from his belt he tossed it into the air and moments later a seeringly bright spot lamp illuminated the area finally giving him his first look at the woman that had dragged him out halfway across the galaxy.
"Hello, Jedi," he spat out in utter disgust, the immaculately robbed figure tilted her cowled head a moment, instead of focusing on him and the unlit lightsaber in his hands she turned her hooded gaze to the dozen troopers aiming rifles at her.
"You know," she began, "You're not the first bloke that's called me that recently, which I'll admit is getting quite confusing considering I have no bloody idea what a Jedi is. Not that it would have mattered regardless. Before I ended up here people called me the Girl-Who-Lived, a liar, a cheat, and most recently a lesbian whore. Still have no idea what they were going on about with that one really. I've only ever had one girlfriend and we've never cheated on each other, some people really, I tell ya."
Seeming to realize she was rambling she went silent as she continued to stare at Criios expectantly, well if she wasn't a Jedi she was at the very least a force adept, which meant she was coming with him.
"We'll judge your guilt for ourselves, surrender now and you won't be hurt!" A lie, but a necessary one, these hedge witch acolytes always taught themselves new techniques that could be beneficial if refined for later use by their betters.
The woman then giggled...that...well that was never a good sign.
"Oh how adorable, you think you lot are a threat," with that a sliver of wood fell into her hand and before Criios could move she had already spun it about sending flashes of light at his stormtroopers. It was only by calling upon the Force that he was able to catch most of what happened.
One man screamed as his armors seals failed and mist Criios belatedly realized was boiled blood sprayed forth.
Another froze solid and fell over shattering into pieces with a silent scream on his lips as he struck the ground.
Yet another simply exploded in a spray of flesh and armor, then the man closest to him turned his rifle on his comrades and opened automatic fire that was quickly returned and in seconds killed them all.
A moment later everyone but the Inquisitor and the unknown Force user was dead.
Gritting his teeth Criios gave himself fully over to the force, igniting his lightsaber he charged the woman with a roar, she easily danced out of the blades path and jammed her stick into his throat, he gulped when he saw the glowing green eyes deep in the cowls shadows.
"So I have a question for you, what looks like a duck, acts like a duck, and quacks like a duck?" Gathering Force Lightning in his free hand he sneered when suddenly he felt himself shrinking, gasping he dropped his saber and tried to get away, a moment later he stared up at the woman and snarled out his response.
"QUACK!" The woman giggled again as she picked up his dropped saber staring at it appraisingly,
"That's right, a duck! Hmm...'Mione would love to have a look at this when I figure out how to get home...now what to do with you? What a bother..."
The woman stared at the newly minted water fowl before shrugging, "Ah well, can't have you reporting to your superiors now can we? Incendio!" After that Inquisitor Criios Nurma knew nothing.
Lilith Potter cheerfully hummed to herself as she tossed her newly acquired laser sword up and down, all in all today had been a success on all fronts and she couldn't be happier. She'd finally figured out what she'd done wrong in the half assed thought out ritual that involved way too much fire whiskey that had brought her here and was fairly certain she could reverse it. Also she had finally gotten the local Café to make something resembling proper tea, and now she'd managed to acquire a laser sword.
Truthfully she probably should have grabbed some of their other tech but Lilith really wanted to make sure the ritual reversal would actually work before filling up her Bag of Holding as Sally-Anne liked to call it. Contemplating the best methods to acquire something like laser cannons or death bots for her slightly sadistic friend the Girl-Who-Lived was caught off guard as a wave of energy sent her flying into a wall.
Gasping as her skull cracked against the uneven bricks she fought against the pressure and managed to apparate a few meters down the alley. Gasping for breath and rubbing the back of her skull wincing slightly, her eyes widened in surprise as she took in the appearance of her assailant.
Where the other bloke had been tall, gangly, and sporting a hilariously weak magical core this...thing...was broad shouldered, intimidating, and oozed power and rage. He was clad head to toe in black armor, a skull like mask covered his face and a helmet that reminded Lilith of the Nazis rested on his head. Most ominously his breathing was loud and synthetic sounding, all told Lilith felt like she was facing down a cyberpunk Voldemort.
"Umm...hi?" The figure tilted his head to the side a moment as if assessing her before he spoke in a deep and frankly terrifying voice.
"You killed the Inquisitor sent after you."
She returned the head tilt before replying, "Err...yeah? I mean he and his buddies showed up and demanded my surrender after accusing me of being a Jedi, which as of yet no one has bothered explaining to me exactly what that is by the way. Since I didn't want to surrender and he looked like he was only going to ask nicely once I took the expedient route and killed them all, stole their shit, and went on my way."
The figure stared at her a moment then suddenly he was just there, looming before her.
Lilith didn't even have time to let out a *meep* as his hand crushed around her throat and lifted her in the air, the pure anger and rage roiling off of him snuffing her ability to focus on her magic. Desperately she thumbed on the dead Inquisitors laser sword and swung it at the man who almost casually lifted his own blade knocking the weapon out of her hand.
Vision beginning to fade she clawed at his unyielding hand a few moments before finding her inner fury, that bit of her that refused to die after Vernon had been done with her; that little bit of pure unadulterated hate that fueled her ability to cast Dark magic without letting it taint her soul. Focusing that power she splayed her open hands before her and sent a gout of Shadowfire towards the black clad man. Though, somehow, he sensed her attack and dropped her while managing to step out of the way.
The building behind him wasn't so lucky.
As Lilith fell to her knees gasping for breath trying to gently massage her badly bruised throat the man took in the perfectly circular meter wide hole that was burned through clearly to the other side of the building, and the one behind it.
Shakily taking to her feet the man turned to her and spoke again, "Impressive, most impressive, my master may have a use for you yet."
Lilith did not like the sound of that, this guy just treated her the way she treated most Death Eaters and if he had someone HE called master?
Fuck that.
She managed to gasp out a response but like most things she said in the heat of the moment it was more snarky then helpful, "Could I take a rain cheque?"
He tilted his head once and to her shock and admitted horror he snorted in amusement before snapping out, "No." She didn't know what happened after that.
Primarily due to his clenched fist becoming familiar with the side of her head.
Darth Vader stared down at the girl strapped to the security gurney in contemplative silence, while she'd been stripped down to her under clothes the Sith Lord had given her the dignity of a blanket at least. Turning to assess her equipment spread on the table before him he was honestly a bit baffled, she had a plethora of vials holding unknown liquids that seemed to be imbued with the Force. She had pistols of various types, both cheap holdout blasters and some odd slug throwers of an unfamiliar design, not to mention a dozen knives of varying lengths.
While all this might be easily explained away as being the kit of a self taught hedge witch it was the stick that confused him the most.
The thing was practically singing with the force, and in its core he felt...music... Shaking his head he turned back to the pale girl, her black hair fallen around her head like a dark halo. He knew he was consigning her to either death or enslavement, much like himself, but there was nothing for it, the Inquisition already had her number and it had been simple curiosity that compelled him to follow them.
A pity really, she would have made for a much more interesting apprentice then Starkiller. He was after all a core of light wrapped in darkness, she was the exact reverse which could be most...entertaining if properly channeled. Vader was drawn from his thoughts as the overhead speakers announced their arrival at Courscant, still staring at the girl he broke the cold silence for a brief moment.
"Now young one, you shall meet your destiny."
Lilith was cold. Lilith was surrounded by silence. Lilith could not feel her magic. This angered Lilith immensely.
Since the day she had claimed her birthright her magic had been her constant companion, her frozen furnace of power.
Lilith wanted it back, now.
Cracking her tired eyes open she took in her surroundings which seemed to be little more than a glass tube filled with percolating fluids and a plastic mask strapped to her face. Focusing through the fogged glass wall she could see bodies moving about, but no matter how hard she willed her magic to respond, no matter how much power she tried to draw in, nothing happened to make things clearer.
This was...not acceptable, it reminded her all too much of the powerlessness she'd felt only three months ago when Voldemort had been resurrected with her own stolen blood. In fact, the failed ritual that had sent her to that Goddess forsaken rock had been her ill thought out attempt to reclaim that blood, to undo the ritual with an even darker one.
More the fool was she.
All she wanted at this point was to go home, to be held at night by the young woman that had some how fallen in love with her, to be with her Aunts and Uncles, her big sis 'Dora, her Dad... Oh Goddess... Hermione could be in danger, not only was she a muggle-born but she was Lilith's muggle-born girlfriend! Panic inspired innovation, looking inward she fell into a trance until she found her magic core, it wasn't as strong as normal, but it was there.
Grin spreading so wide that the surrounding fluid was able to leak into her breath mask Lilith's body soon began shaking with maniacal laughter.
These fools thought that taking her wand and cutting her off from her magic made her docile...
Focusing all her rage, all her hatred, all of her loathing into a burning kernel in her heart Lilith quickly wrapped that ember in the love she held for her friends and family. Adding the empathy she felt for those who were lost and unguided along with the desire to be a woman that would make Hermione proud that kernel ignited into an inferno.
As her chest heated to bursting she fired one last emotion inward, the most important oath she had ever made to herself, the very core of her being stoking the growing firestorm. With a cry of rage she released her power and the world around her exploded, her glass cylinder shattered outwards and the flying shards of glass and cascade of fluid flowed over the terrified researchers.
Shakily taking to her feet the fifteen year old witch stood tall and proud as she tore the mask off her face, evenly meeting the gazes of the now thoroughly shaken adults, Lilith Potter let a grim smile cross her face.
"I kneel to no one."
Darth Vader resisted the urge to smirk as he and his Master watched the holo of the girl freeing herself from the Force suppression tank; he was rather amused at her usage of all the available scalpels and admittedly a bit curious as to the nature of the runes she was carving into the dead bodies backs.
Arms caked in blood up to her elbows she pulled the coat off of one of the dead researchers and tossed it over her naked shoulders before turning back to the blood soaked floor, spreading her hands wide she began chanting. Both Vader and the Emperor felt a tingle shudder through the Force as the girl slashed her hands down and after a few moments the corpses rose to their feet, dead eyes turning to their mistress.
The holo very clearly transmitted her orders, "Kill everyone, leave none alive, and find me some bloody trousers..." As the shambling group of undead stumbled out the door the Emperor turned to Vader looking mildly amused.
"You were correct, Lord Vader, she has promise, but you know the rules my old friend, there can only be Two..." Vader knew this well, after all his 'Secret' weapon was in on itself a loophole due to it being Palpatine's plan to begin with. Still...Starkiller was too soft, this girl though...
"Master, I know I may not have an apprentice of my own for I am your own apprentice, but this girl, I would like to make her my protégé. Someone who could possibly take my place if something were to happen to me," the Emperor stared at him for a full minute before turning back to the holodrama in progress. The girl was cackling as her enslaved corpses fed on a Sith Acolyte that had attempted to fight them off with force lightning.
It did not work.
"Very well," the old man began, "But you must set boundaries with her Lord Vader. She must be controlled, teach her our ways, teach her what it means to be a Sith."
Vader resisted the urge to scoff, essentially teach her how to replace himself, that was what his Master was demanding. Still...there was very little in Vader's life that he found interesting, much less entertaining...
"As you wish...my Master."
