Chapter 16: Impatience

Elias' Quarters, Imperial Castle, 30th October 3241, 10:30 am…

Elias was growing impatient.

Not that that wasn't a common occurrence when Elias was forced to wait long periods of time for something. With Elias, his patience normally lasted around five or so days before he started to get impatient. Only problem was, it had been nine days. Nine days he had waited for his escort to arrive. And it would be yet another day until he could finally deliver Seth Kerran to Lord Vader, and assist Vader in his plans for the Jedi. If Vader allowed him to do so.

Regardless, to say Elias was more impatient than he had ever been would be a severe understatement. Sleep had deserted him, as had any form of rest or recuperation. As a result, he had started becoming very angry as of late, lashing out at anyone who asked him a question. He wore his mask constantly, so that anyone he did this to would not see his bloodshot eyes and tired face. He relied on food and drink for sustenance, the same with the Force. The only thing he did not have control over now was his impatience. If he had any weaknesses other than that of his love for Colonel Aryn, it would be his impatience. The Emperor and Lord Vader had been quick to state as such during their training of him, in the lower levels of the Imperial Palace, long torturous hours of physical exertion and torture, mental degradation, and the insane fear of failure that his training had left him with.

Rising from his chair, he began to pace the room, his eyes looking agitatedly to every nook and cranny in the room, looking for something to take out his impatience on. But he found nothing. All he had to do was simply sit around, and procrastinate. Something Elias had never been very good at. He only had a sense of things he needed to do. Not things he could simply do as a means of enjoying himself. His status as the Grand Inquisitor left little time for such things. Save for time with the colonel. But Elias didn't want that. Such a thing would only weaken him, and prevent him from doing what he knew needed to be done to make him stronger, which was kill the colonel, and the child she carried. He refused to think of it as his. He simply couldn't afford to. It was only tonight that he would lay with her. He would have sex with her and fuck her one more time before he did the deed. And then he would emerge from this test stronger than he had been before, knowing that he could continue his duties without another problem.

Finally, an idea came into his impatience-ridden mind: The Jedi. He had yet to engage in a serious one-to-one conversation with Seth Kerran ever since coming across Seth several months before. Nodding, he took his helmet from its place on his dresser, and placed it over his head, stepping out of his quarters and onward towards the prison block, where they were temporarily keeping the Jedi.

Imperial Castle Prison Block, Cell 627, 10:45 am…

"I was wondering when you'd show up to say hi." The voice called out as Elias came in.

"I merely came to pass the time, Seth." Elias replied. "It gets rather dull when you're waiting for something to come after a while."

"I can imagine." Seth said, standing up from his bunk and walking towards Elias. His face was hidden by an ancient Sith torture mask that Elias had placed over Seth's head, an ornament that prevented Seth from concentrating hard enough to use the Force to escape. As a result, his voice was muffled slightly.

"I have a feeling your back injuries have healed." Elias remarked.

Seth shrugged. "This fucking mask you shoved over my head keeps me from concentrating enough to use my Force powers to escape, but not enough to stop me from healing."

Elias smirked beneath his mask. "Enjoy your clean bill of health while it lasts. For once you are in the clutches of Lord Vader, it won't be something you have ever again."

"I could say the same for you." Seth replied. "For when Roman comes to kick your ass."

Elias laughed. "It's been days since we captured you. Don't you think your friends would have attempted a rescue by now?"

"No." Seth replied. "Because unlike you, my friends are smart. They'll take time to actually plan my rescue, instead of just doing it."

"Even so, they will fail." Elias said with a smile. "No-one is stupid enough to try and attack three Star Destroyers alone. Not even your friends."

"You don't know Roman like I do, Elias." Seth replied.

Elias stiffened at the invocation of his name in front of the Imperials, but he folded his arms. "Don't I?" He asked. "And it's 'Grand Inquisitor' to you, Jedi."

"No." Seth replied. "You may be that to the Empire, but to those you turned your back on and betrayed, you'll always be-" Seth was silenced by a firm punch to the face, which knocked him to the floor.

"They turned their backs on me!" Elias snarled. "They betrayed me!" Elias calmed down and said: "I was their leader. Their knight in shining armour. But instead of hailing me as their hero, they acclaimed those which you now know as the Freedom Fighters. Your so-called best friend Roman the Fox among them."

Seth shrugged. "Maybe if you weren't such an arrogant, self-serving prick, that might have not been the case." Seth replied.

Elias very nearly drew his lightsaber then and there, his face a snarl as he reached towards it in an effort to end Seth's life. But remembering Vader's wishes, he withdrew his hand.

"You're scared."

Elias looked up at Seth, whose head was now cocked to one side in curiosity. "What did you say?" Elias demanded.

"I said you're scared." Seth replied. "So scared of what Vader would do to you if you delivered me to him dead instead of alive, that you don't have the balls to do it anyway. If you're such a courageous individual, then do it. I've made my peace."

Elias scowled, but did nothing, merely turning and walking away, muttering oaths under his breath.

Later, Elias' Quarters, 11:10 am…

Cersei could hear the shouting from where she was standing.

She had been walking towards Elias' quarters when she had heard the shouting start, accompanied by the sounds of a lightsaber gouging into the walls. She had stopped in her tracks, and since then had been waiting patiently for five long minutes until the fury finally ceased. Waiting a few seconds to make sure everything would not start up again, Cersei walked the next few paces to the door into Elias' quarters, opening the door, and gasping at what she saw.

Elias' room was nothing short of a mess, with lightsaber marks crisscrossing the walls in an almost macabre version of noughts and crosses, the curtains cut into pieces, and Elias' desk in ruins as well. Surprisingly, in his rage-fuelled tantrum, Elias had left the bed intact. Likely because he still needed to sleep in it.

Speaking of Elias, the Grand Inquisitor stood alone in the ruins of his personal quarters, his lightsaber still activated in his hand, but not held in an aggressive manner. Instead, it was simply just in his hand, the tip pointed towards the ground.

Closing the door, Cersei asked: "Elias?"

Elias turned, and Cersei felt a brief flash of fear as she saw the glimmer of fury in his eyes. But that quickly dissipated as Elias merely deactivated his lightsaber and hooked it on to his belt, still eyeing her.

Moving closer, Cersei asked: "Elias, what's wrong?"

Elias said nothing, merely removed his helmet and tossed it aside, creating a large dent in the wall. Finally, in a voice that barely masked his anger, he growled: "On the bed. Now."

Cersei's eyes widened. "Elias, I'm on duty, I can't-"

"I said now!" Elias snarled, storming over, grabbing her by the collar and effectively tossing her onto the bed, where he proceeded to nearly completely tear her uniform off of her body, as well as his own before he took her, harder than he ever had before.

Cersei's eyes shut against tears in pain, but she knew there was nothing she could do.

Later that day…

Cersei was sure she had miscarried.

Sitting up in bed, she placed her head in her hands. The pain in the lower regions of her body had not completely subsided from the sheer fierceness with which Elias had had his way with her, and she couldn't tell whether the wetness which she felt below was Elias' seed or her own blood, shed in the violence with which he had taken her, which may or may not have caused her to lose the baby.

Elias himself was asleep, having exhausted himself in his fucking of her, his gentle snores a far cry from the enraged grunts that he had been making when he fucked her.

Cersei knew she had to make sure for herself. Reaching below the sheets, she winced as she touched the area, the tissue still painfully sensitive from his vehement taking of her. Yet still she felt, until her fingers touched something wet. Rubbing her finger into it, she brought her hand from beneath, finding her finger red with blood.

Cersei sighed as she fought down tears. Elias had drawn blood. And in doing so, may have cost Cersei the child she carried. Slowly getting out of bed, she made her way to Elias' personal bathroom to freshen up.

As she walked, the mirror caught her attention, and she looked.

Anyone who saw her in uniform would merely see an average female Imperial Officer, albeit a very physically attractive one, with a toned and beautiful body. However, anyone who saw her naked as she was now, would see the faintest hint of swelling in her lower stomach, the clearest sign of any that she was with child. Or had been with child.

Yet her hands found her belly, and somehow, she knew that the child still lived. Born with their father's resilience, I'd bet, Cersei thought. She remembered a rare story Elias had told her of his early years, of when he mother had had a nasty fall when expecting him, yet he survived. Perhaps even the child she carried within her had survived even what Elias had done to her that morning.

It was then that the tears came. Stumbling, Cersei found herself on the lavatory, as she began to cry.

Elias had raped her. That was the only explanation. Out of anger towards her, or anger towards something else, she knew not. All she knew was that Elias had forced himself upon her, and she was unable to do anything about it.

This begged the question: What possibly could have driven him to such fury? Was it the conversation he'd had with the Jedi, something Elias had told her he planned to do whilst on the way to do it? Perhaps the Jedi had said something to Elias, something that had enraged Elias so much, the only conceivable thing he could do to release that anger was to force himself upon her, and rape her so viciously that he came dangerously close to ending the life of his unborn child, before it had a chance to properly begin.

Cersei looked up from her tearful stupor. She still loved Elias. She always would. But deep down, she wondered what it had been that had caused her to fall in love with such a monster as Elias.

And that is as close as you will ever see me get to describing a scene involving some form of sexual contact.

But you have to feel for Colonel Aryn now, don't you? She's in love with a monster, who just raped her out of anger towards those who he feels betrayed him.

I invite you to tell me what you thought in your reviews, and what you feel I can do better.

With that said, I will see you with the next chapter, which sees Roman make one last motivational speech to the rest of the group before the mission.

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