THE VAIKEN

Pyrannus paced left and right, the grin never leaving her face as she sized up the jedi before her. She had not worried about the female sith getting away, not when she had the twi'lek all to herself. She doubted the sith would get far on her own anyways. The ship was on high alert, those aboard armed and searching with orders to kill, and there was no place to hide. The cathar had made a point of walking about the wide open intersection, sealing the two of them in and blocking any escape. Pyrannus wanted no interruptions to their fight, no interference. This was between her and the jedi. Kyl'thanis stepped slowly and carefully, circling with the sith, watching the blast doors slide shut. There would be no running, no escape. One would stand, one would fall, and the fight was to be to the death.

"You've already lost, you know." Kyl'thanis commented, watching the sith and standing still, calming himself.

"So you think." Pyrannus replied. "There's no way off the ship. For her, for you, there is only death."

"There is no death, there is only the force." Kyl'thanis countered and watched as the cathar laughed and shook her head at his words.

She came at him quickly, starting with an overhand attack that he countered. Pyrannus followed the initial strike with quick hard slashes that he met each time with his own blade, turning the blows aside. With each press of offence, Kyl'thanis backed up a step, shifting to his left to give ground and not get pinned to the wall. Catching the sith's blade on his, he spun off, putting distance back between them. The sith was setting a fast pace, trying to tire and wear him out, Kyl'thanis realized.

Reaching out with the force, Kyl'thanis moved to take the initiative, trying to force shove the sith. Pyrannus raised her own hand, pushing back with the force at her calling. The cathar growled with the effort as the fight became a battle of wills, each pushing the other to see who would break first. Kyl'thanis could feel the sweat on his brow as he exerted himself, drawing and channelling what force energy he could. The energy channelled by both of them grew until it swelled, finally expelling itself in a small force explosion that tossed them both backwards off their feet.

Pyrannus hit the wall with a grunt, feeling the air driven from her lungs. Kyl'thanis was knocked off his feet, back hitting the deck and sliding along the smooth surface before coming to a stop. Dazed, the jedi pushed himself up to a sitting position, looking about quickly as he realized he had dropped his lightsaber. Pyrannus noted the loss of the twi'lek's weapon, leaping forward to press the advantage. Even as her two toned blue lightsaber came down at him, Kyl'thanis used the force to pull his weapon to his hand, igniting it in time to catch and deflect the chop. Rolling away, Kyl'thanis got back to his feet in time to counter another attack. The jedi shifted her blade to the side then unleashed his own assault, raining a trio of overhand blows against the cathar. Pyrannus caught each blow in turn, the last, shoving to her right, locking the blades even as she forced their blades downwards.

"And now you shall suffer like none have before." The sith growled.

Kyl'thanis heard the words, but did not respond to the statement. She was goading him, and he knew better than to give in to such and distract himself. He had no illusions that he was outmatched, he had known that going in. He did not need the sith to tell him what the outcome well could be. Locked together, Kyl'thanis watched as the cathar used her natural abilities and mastery of the force to take the advantage. Kyl'thanis was caught flat footed locked together so, the sith woman leaping up and over him, rolling herself over his back to land in behind him. Before he could turn, Pyrannus had fluidly dropped low into a crouch, bringing her blade across the back of both of his calves. Kyl'thanis felt the burn and cried out even as he fell to his knees, legs no longer working.

The twi'lek jedi tried to turn, to step away, but his legs would not work. Knowing how precarious a position he was in, Kyl'thanis tried to get his hand up, get his lightsaber into a defensive position. It was a last stand resort to hold off the inevitable he knew, but he was not about to simply surrender the fight no matter how badly wounded he was. Pyrannus had anticipated such a move, bringing her own blade down to slice through the jedi's right hand. Kyl'thanis screamed, grabbing his forearm and staring at his hand as it hit and lay on the deck plating. The wound instantly cauterized there was little blood, his blue severed hand twitching, lightsaber turning itself off the weapon lost to him. Kyl'thanis knew the fight was all but over. He had lost, and all that now awaited him was death.

"Oh yes, such sweet torment and agony." Pyrannus purred as she paced about the helpless and defenceless jedi then leaned in when she spoke so that her breath brushed against his neck and cheek.

Pyrannus knew she could just kill the jedi and be done with it. There was no sport or pleasure in a quick kill however, and she wanted to send a message to those who would stand against her. She knew those her master sought wanted revenge. Let them learn the folly of challenging her, of coming after her. Instead of finishing off Kyl'thanis, Pyrannus paced about him. The cathar moved in a full circle about the kneeling jedi, returning back in behind the twi'lek. With two quick swings of the lightsaber the cathar sliced cleanly through each of the man's lekku. The severed head tentacles hit the deck in a squishy thud, left where they fell. Kyl'thanis fell forward, gasping for breath as he was caught in the grips of the pain the woman brought him, gritting his teeth against screaming. Eyes closed tightly, the jedi forced himself to go over the jedi code in his mind, trying to get beyond the pain that clouded his mind.

"You… you can kill me… but in the end… in the end you lose." Kyl'thanis managed to get out, his words making the sith laugh.

"One less jedi in the galaxy is far from losing." Pyrannus said, leaning down to lift the jedi's head up and then licking her tongue along his cheek.

"You taste of fear and death, jedi." The cathar said as she rose back up, watching the man try to straighten back up on his knees, waiting until he locked his gaze with hers.

Standing before the fallen jedi, Pyrannus cast the cold critical gaze of her beige eyes on him. With a quick flick of her wrist and arm, the lightsaber was drawn up and out, slicing cleanly through the flesh and bone of the man's left arm. Even as Kyl'thanis screamed, the cathar struck and sliced through his right arm. The cathar crouched and picked up his fallen lightsaber, clipping it to her belt, then picked up the severed hand and waved it before the jedi's face.

"Need a hand?" The sith joked darkly.

Rising back up, Pyrannus looked down at the twi'lek once more. There was little more she could do to him, and in truth she was growing bored. The thrill of the battle was over, and tormenting the man had only lasted so long. Knowing it was finally time to end things, the cathar slashed the blade across the man's abdomen, opening him and letting his internal organs slip from the wound. Kyl'thanis groaned, unable to do anything to stop the blow or try in vain to hold in his stomach. Pyrannus watched in amusement before finally striking with a forward thrust, putting the jedi down for good, her blade spearing through his chest. Right through his oh so pure heart, Pyrannus thought with a bemused smile. Drawing the weapon out, the cathar sith watched her opponent crumple to the deck. Her master would be well pleased, she knew.

SPACE - THE WRAITH

Asha Lightstar sat at the table aboard the Wraith, surrounded by the rest of those who had gone on the rescue mission. While the others about her talked, even joked, with one another, the jedi remained quiet and withdrawn. Kyl'thanis had been left behind, and her thoughts dwelled on her adoptive father. He had been the only family she had ever really known. He had been the one to raise her, guide her, and even train her in the ways of the jedi. While she knew not to dwell on negative emotion, or get caught up in her fear for his safety, it was hard not to worry about the man.

Scourge slid into the bench seating next to the young woman, nudging her with an elbow. Asha spared the man a small smile. The former sith warrior turned jedi smiled back before looking at the woman, hand finding hers and giving it a reassuring squeeze. There had been a time he would have seen her worry and compassion as a weakness, something to be used as a weapon against her. That had been a different person, a different life. Having trained and turned to the light, Scourge now understood the strength inherent in the jedi. It flowed from their unconditional love, their sense of honour, duty, and loyalty. Knowing Asha was hurting, he felt a need to reach out to her, given that she had been the one to save him and give him a new life to live.

"We will get him back, do not worry so." Scourge tried to comfort her.

"I don't believe that any more than you do." Asha smiled sadly to him. "You know as well as I do, the odds of him getting away are slim."

"Where there is life, there is hope. You taught me that." Scourge commented and shrugged, settling back into his seat.

Asha looked to him and smiled softly. Scourge had been one of those rare individuals who had come to see the light, turning from the path of the dark side to embrace the ways of the jedi. She had been hopeful when she had fought and spared his life, when he had expressed the desire to learn a new way. She had seen in him that he would make a fine jedi. There were many who doubted, she knew, but Scourge had risen above it. He was a reminder to her of the good that was in any person.

"I want to believe." Asha said softly and quietly.

Before anything could be said further Asha felt the tremors in the force. The disturbance was strong, slamming into her head hard, causing her to wince in pain. Scourge put both hands to his own head, bending over the table top in pain with a grunt. He felt the pain, and then the emptiness, like a void suddenly created in the force itself. Looking to Asha, he watched her lip tremble and her eyes fill with tears that slid in slow streaks down her cheeks. There were no words of comfort left, no measure of hope. Both of them had felt it, and both of them knew what it meant.

" Kyl'thanis." Asha whispered even as she cried, Scourge wrapping his arms about her and holding her in a tight hug.

KORRIBAN

Raistlis Darkstar felt each step he took, a weight that refused to leave him as he made his way back to camp. As he had expected he found the Overseer awake and waiting for him. There should have been two of us returning, he knew. All through the walk back he had run over what he might say, how the Overseer would react. In the end as he approached and saw Loun's angry stern gaze, he knew nothing he had thought up would be close to the truth. Walking over to the woman, Raistlis sighed, noting the questioning look she gave him even as she looked past him searching for Blackheart.

Loun watched the young sith returning, trying to keep her anger in check. She did not see Blackheart and a sudden sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach took hold. She had woken to find both of them gone, knowing instantly they had been rash and foolish. Follies of youth, she had reminded herself, though she had hoped that both would return. Seeing just Raistlis, it was confirmation of what she feared, that one or both of them would be captured, or worse. I failed to keep them safe, she thought with a sigh, feeling like she had failed herself, and worse, failed Necrolis.

"Of all the stupid… " Loun fumed, biting off the words before smacking Raistlis across the face hard enough to make him spit blood. "What were the two of you thinking?"

"We're sith. We don't run and cower." Raistlis said, cracking his neck even as he tasted the coppery bite of his own blood in his mouth. Had it been anyone but the Overseer, and the fact he knew he deserved that hit, he would have killed the person where they stood. "We thought we could at least give them some pause in hunting us."

"What happened?" Loun demanded, taking a deep breath and calming herself, knowing that letting her anger rule her would not change the situation.

"We attacked a squad of troopers. We didn't notice right away they had the sith with them." Raistlis explained, frowning as he remembered the fight. "She's powerful. He was caught, I escaped."

Loun regarded the younger sith, studying him and reading his demeanour. He had learned a hard lesson, she guessed. He was simply not as powerful as he liked to believe he was. Not yet, anyways. In time, Loun knew Raistlis would rival the best of the sith juggernauts, but it was not his time yet. They had earned some success with their surprise attack, but up against a tough opponent who was looking for them it had been a different matter.

"Well if she took him alive, it is a start." Loun commented and moved to settle herself on the ground. She needed time to think and plan. "In the meantime we wait and be patient."

Blackheart grunted as he pulled against the shackles on his wrists. His arms ached, pulled back and behind him where the specially designed bonds held his wrists firmly. The bonds had been made with force users in mind, though in truth that had been for jedi, not other sith. They worked just as well on him all the same, as did the ones encasing his ankles. At least I am alive, the zabrak thought as he looked about over the sparse room he was held in.

Marched back into the camp, the cathar sith, Pumirra, had guided him right onto the shuttle. He had been immediately shackled and flown to the sith academy. Once there it was a short march to the detention center, where he had spent most of the time in a cell encased in red glowing energy fields. It had only been recently they had dragged him out, and brought him into the side room. Most likely it's to be torture, Blackheart figured, noting the sound proof room was just the dull grey durasteel walls, floor, and ceiling. The only real item in the room was the circular top and bottom of the containment field that held Blackheart suspended in place. Looking up and down, he could see the glowing orb that emanated the field, working with the metallic cuffs that had been placed on each wrist and ankle. Blackheart growled as he felt the slight shock to his head once again. Every so often the field emitted the charge, it kept him from using the force to escape, kept him from focusing fully.

The door hissing open brought the zabrak's gaze to the entry, watching the sith cathar, Pumirra walk in. She still wore the high boots that came to the sharp point above the knee, the revealing upper armour that bared her midriff and underside of each large breast. She was attractive he noted, even for a cathar. Her features were sharp lines, white fur marked with a light beige stripe pattern. Black hair was cut short, though her bangs were long enough to hang down onto her forehead. It was the eyes that captured Blackheart's attention the most, the depth within the pale beige cat-like eyes. There was a cold hardness in the cathar's eyes, but something else as well. There was a fiery passion in them, a softening of that darker side.

"Mmm, you do look good!" Pumirra said softly, the words a purr from her lips.

The cathar regarded the man intently, studying him where he hung suspended. He had been stripped of the upper concealing robes and left bare chested. Her eyes traced over the black tattoos that ran over his shoulders and chest. He was well toned and muscular but had the thin build of youth still. Moving to him, the cathar traced fingers down over each pectoral muscle before sliding a claw out to lightly scratch over each nipple making the zabrak growl and hiss.

"See it's not so bad, is it?" Pumirra looked up at him and smiled. "I did say this did not have to be unpleasant. We do not need to be enemies."

"Says the one not in restraints and getting zapped in the head." Blackheart growled back in reply, trying hard to ignore the sensations her touch had created.

Pumirra smiled softly and leaned in, slowly licking the tip of her tongue over the zabrak's exposed skin tasting him. Her eyes never left Blackheart's, watching him as he struggled not to react to the feel of that warm moist tongue. Gritting his teeth hard, Blackheart stared at the woman, wondering what was going on. It certainly was not the torture that he had expected to have to face and endure. He could only guess it was some sort of game or test.

"I am sorry about that, but perhaps such can be changed." Pumirra said stepping back from him and looking him slowly up and down. "If you are willing to have such be the case, and to listen to my master."

Blackheart eyed the cathar suspiciously. It's a trap, he thought, but then again he was in no real position to escape. The cathar laughed seeing the look on the zabrak's face, knowing all too well where his thoughts were going. Suspicion and fear were quite evident, as was the distrust of her. While she would rather have had him lustful and hungry, she knew it was not unexpected he would be so. Moving back to him, Pumirra placed her hand on his chest, eyes locking on his.

"Honestly, if I wanted to harm you I could have just killed you.." Pumirra stated, for emphasis letting her claws slide out to dig a little into the yielding flesh of the man. "Even now, helpless I could simply slice you apart little by little."

"I see your point." Blackheart conceded knowing she spoke the truth of the matter.

Nodding and stepping back once more, the cathar woman pulled out of a belt pouch the small holo display, pressing its activation button. Soft blue light flared to life, forming into the figure of an armoured sith standing there, hands behind his back. Pumirra's master, the one she answered to, Blackheart knew.

"Blackheart Darkstar, it is good we speak. I am Darth Marr." The holo figure said, hollow voice coming through. "I am sorry such has to happen, but I trust you have not been overly mistreated?"

"I could go with being free rather than enjoying a cell." Blackheart said back, well aware of the name of the sith, his station as a member of the Dark Council. He knew to be cautious and to choose his words carefully.

"Indeed, which of course poses a problem. I do not wish you harm, but your detainment is necessary all the same." Marr remarked, one hand waving in front of him as he spoke. "My apprentice has told me you might not be any problem were I to allow you a more… relaxed setting with which to remain in our care."

"A prisoner who's committed no crime?"Blackheart asked.

"That is up to you. You can be more a guest, but the choice is yours." Marr stated and shrugged. "Consider such and let Pumirra know what you decide. My apprentice will take care of you."

Blackheart watched as Darth Marr cut the feed on his end. His gaze slid from the holo device in the cathar's hand to her eyes. Staring into them Blackheart frowned but had to admit to himself he saw no malice. Pumirra smiled as she tucked the device back into the pouch on her belt, then turned and moved to the door, touching the controls to lock and seal the room. Blackheart watched her curiously, and as the cathar returned to stand before him, she laughed at the questioning look he gave her.

"My master said I was to take care of you." Pumirra purred, her hands rising to stroke over his bare chest slowly. "And I take my assignments seriously."

Crossing back over to Blackheart, Pumirra let her hands slide slowly over his chest, dropping low to hook fingers into the leggings he wore. Despite a protested cry from him, Pumirra slid them down his legs to pool at his ankles, stripping him right down. Fingers caressed over the muscled and toned legs of the zabrak, even as she leaned in and let her warm soft tongue lick up along the inside of each of his thighs. Blackheart groaned at the feel, despite his will to not respond he could not help such. When the cathar nuzzled her face along each thigh he felt his cock twitch even as it stirred to life, the soft fur of her face making it pulse and grow.

"See, not so bad after all is it?" Pumirra purred, luminous beige eyes looking up to him even as her fingers found and stroked his hardening cock.

Before he could answer she had his growing length in her mouth, tongue sliding back and forth along the underside as she sucked on him. Fingers found and teased at his balls, bringing the man to groan, head falling back and eyes closing at the sensations she caused. Blackheart swore under his breath, unable to help himself as she roused the hunger in him. Pumirra savoured the feel of him, the pulse and twitch she brought out as he swelled to full hardness and length in her eager mouth. Knowing his cock was good and hard she drew back and rose. Standing before him, she watched him intently as she began removing the armoured clothing she wore, exposing the soft white fur covered curves of her body.

Blackheart stared, eyes sliding over the cathar as she disrobed. She was short in stature but there was no denying the appeal of her form, well rounded hour glass figure with full breasts he was quite sure were well beyond a handful. She looked up at him and smiled, and Blackheart could not help but blush knowing he was hanging there, cock hard and lustful, and all too helpless. Returning to him, Pumirra drew close, pressing and rubbing herself against his sensitive bare red skin teasing him.

The cathar reached up to grab his shoulders, sliding herself up on him, legs wrapping about him to keep her up. Slowly and carefully she slid herself down to feel his cock press against her wet sex, sinking herself onto him feeling him open and enter her. She groaned even as he did, letting herself drop slowly down, enjoying the feel of his cock filling and stretching her about him, working down until she had him fully inside her. Staring into Blackheart's eyes, Pumirra leaned in and licked along his neck up to trace the tip of her tongue over his lips and then kissed him hard and deep. She was surprised slightly when he returned her kiss.

"Mmm… see, its not so bad to be friendly is it?" Pumirra asked him, even as she began to move, drawing herself along his length riding him.

"I… I don't know…" Blackheart stammered, part of him hungry and willing, the other leery of some sort of trap or game being played.

Pumirra laughed knowing he was trying hard to hold back and not enjoy himself even as his body surrendered to such. She quickened her pace, driving down on him pushing his cock deeper with each sliding thrust up into her. Kissing him quickly and gently Pumirra stared right into his eyes.

"No trap, no tricks." Pumirrra said softly, "If I wanted to torture you I would have. I want you, and I mean to have you as you can tell."

Blackheart groaned as he felt her pulse and flutter about him, each sliding thrust of him into her bringing a pleasure that made his cock throb and ache. He heard her words and could feel the truth in them, knowing she was right. If she had wanted to do him harm she had been fully capable of such. Yet she had not. Feeling her wrapped about him, the warmth of her body, the softness of her fur, he growled low even as his hips moved and matched the rhythm she set. He watched as she bit her lower lip slamming down harder and faster onto him, head thrown back and moaning in her pleasure. Blackheart could not hold back and gave a deep throated groan as he came inside her, his release joined quickly by hers as she screamed and clung to him as the shudders past through her entire form.

"Mmm… next time we'll do this without the restraints." Pumirra whispered as she caught her breath.

"Sounds like a plan to me." Blackheart said and chuckled, knowing he would enjoy it more if he were able to touch her. "I'm not going anywhere."