Darth Anachain-Dark Lady Disaster


Lilith Potter was many things; a witch, a schemer, a megalomaniac, a borderline sociopath, a lover, and a pursuer of knowledge, it was only recently though that she met a man who truly understood her. Lord Vader had given her free reign to be what she had always wished to be, had given the permission to be exactly what she needed to be.

Herself, Sith.

With that in mind Lilith resisted the urge to sneer as she felt nothing but contempt for the beings surrounding her, she prowled down the cluttered streets of this backwater planet and spat on all of their petty pointless worries clouding their vision. Sentience was not to be taken for granted, it was a gift given by the Morrigan...rather the Force, and this gift should be used to elevate ones self, to dominate those that oppose them to prove they had earned the right to think. To believe. To live. To love.

To Exist.

Lilith couldn't even begin to comprehend how an order such as the Jedi could have survived and thrived as they had when an entity like the Sith existed to resist their simple minded and misguided rule. Ignoring emotion for peace? Please, peace was as much of a lie as honor and glory, what use where any of these things to the dead? Emotion is what motivated, emotion is what guided, emotion is what drove the persuit of power, and power superceded all.

After all, if one did not persue power what was there to live for?

Finding a better job where you could control your life? Power. Persuing a lover and stealing her away from her intended with nothing but honeyied words and a beautiful smile? Power. The desire to murder the Emperor of the Galaxy to put your teacher in his place and take up his own mantle?

Power.

Lilith was shaken from her thoughts as she felt a tremor through the Force, grinning she quickened her pace as she narrowed down her target, quickly moving through the crowd and uncaring if she drew their attention at this point.

Her mission was actually fairly straight forward yet again difficult, she was not to utilize any of her skills as a witch, but rather hunt down this pathetic retch of a Padawan with nothing but the force to bring him to justice.

She was beyond enticed at the challenge set by her teacher and was once again regretting her oath to stay celibate until she was reunited with her girlfriend, the excitement of the hunt was driving her insane. Turning her cowled gaze to the filthy skies above she closed her eyes and focused, a moment later a sadistic smile claimed her lips and she was off again.

This Padawan had fallen through the cracks mainly due to his own ineptitude ironically enough, most customs agents looked at his badly falsified papers and rolled their eyes as they accepted his bribe and flagged him on. Sadly for mister wannabe Jedi he had actually run into a competent agent and was marked last week, and in turn his death would mark Lilith's ascension.

Pausing at a darkened doorway Lilith rolled her eyes as she entered the massive warehouse, honestly if she hadn't had years of absorbing Marauder levels of irony from Moony and Padfoot she'd have to make a comment on this. Seriously, her task ending where it had all began, who knew?

Shaking her head Lilith willed her lightsabers into her hands, her left blade a rough black hilt with raised shining lily flowers and her right polished bright with blackened snake themed Celtic knot engravings. A moment later she tapped both activation studs twice eliciting a snap hiss as the cavernous room was bathed in green and violet light.

"Come out come out wherever you are, Olly Olly oxen free, all is lost, all is seen..." Looking about the room she eventually caught sight of a lanky form that stepped from the shadows, the young mans furry body causing the shadows to jump at odd angles.

Staring at the Bothan Lilith couldn't help but feel unimpressed, this idiot managed to survive Order 66 all on his own? Really? Were the clones drunk? Sighing to herself Lilith nodded once as the Jedi ignited his blue saber,

"So, the Empire finally caught me? Took them long enough," Lillith had no patience for this sort of thing, Ginny and the twins called her on it more then once when she was playing chess with Ron. Apparently catching the board on fire wasn't considered a win, who knew?

"More like you became a useful stepping stone, and before you ask no, I don't give a damn about your ideals and I certainly don't care about why you insist on staying true to the Jedi dogma. Now, have at you!" Charging forward Lilith crossed her blades as she charged the Bothan cleaved them like a giant pair of plasma powered scissors, neatly taking the Jedi's topknot off as he ducked.

Spinning he lashed out and kicked her firmly in the stomach staggering her as he backflipped out of the way. Coughing she shook her head and grinned, "Oh...now it's fun!" The two began twirling about each other as they crossed blades, the Bothan's calm brown eyes eventually giving in to trepidation.

Brown. Like Hermione's. Would her bookworm approve of her current path? Stuttering on this thought the Jedi managed to sock her squarely in the jaw with his free hand sending her flying arse over tea kettle.

"Not as tough as you like to make yourself out to be you Sith whore!" Her eyes narrowed at this as she wiped the blood from her lip and she charged forward, summoning various bits of debris she began throwing them at the Jedi while desperately wishing she could just transfigure them into dinosaurs.

More than once Hermione had lamented letting her girlfriend watch Jurassic Park, she was right to worry too. Although she should have been more concerned about the fact that Sally-Anne had shown it to Auntie Bella in all honesty. Shaking this thought off she extended her fore fingers on both hands and cast Sith lightning at the Jedi, he tried to block with his saber but a flying brick knocked it from his hands.

He writhed on the ground and screamed in agony as the arcs of black and purple energy tore through his body, blood seeping form his nostrils and the corners of his eyes. After a few moments of some rather therapeutic cackling she cut off her attack and deactivated her sabers, summoning his own blade she approached the Padawan who was attempting to pat out his smoldering and smoking robes.

"Any last words, Jedi," the last was spit out in disgust as he turned his pained gaze to his killer, glaring up at her in spite.

"Why?"

She smirked at him as she ignited his blue blade raising it above her head, "Because you are weak," and with that she cleaved his head from his shoulders.


Performing a brief curtsy before her teacher Lilith stretched her hand out offering the fallen Jedi's weapon, Darth Vader took it and stared at it a moment before scoffing lightly.

"You did well, my apprentice, less than four months of training and you have defeated your first Jedi, while not the most powerful of the survivors he was indeed formidable enough to avoid his death until he met you. Well done...take a knee..." Normally Lilith would have bristled at this command, but today, she would follow it knowing what was coming,

"Yes, My Lord," dropping to her left knee she bowed her head as Darth Vader ignited his crimson saber, twisting it so it crossed over her shoulders he quickly deactivated it and clipped it back to his belt. Extending his hand he helped her back to her feet as he nodded once.

"I dub thee Darth Anachain, Dark Lady of the Sith."

"Thank you, My Lord."

Lilith managed to make it to her quarters before she released her hold on the dark side, then rushed to her refresher and threw up into the toilet as she finally let herself feel the self loathing roiling in her soul over what she had done.

She was rather impressed with herself over that feat, honestly.

Hopefully, Hermione would still love her when this was all said and done...