Author's Notes
And I'm back. Hopefully for a longer time. Now I have a job that pays well enough that I don't have to work 60 hours a week on top of classes. Yay. I have more time to write. If anyone cares the reason for the late update are as follows. Depression, dating depression, job stress, a car crash, and Total War Warhammer 2.
But now I am back. Next chapter will be for the Welcome back Mr. Ed story that I adopted. Then another chapter of Wicked in Westeros, and then another chapter here. Going to be that rotation one more time and then we'll see if Wicked in Westeros gets more commisioned chapters. If so than we'll be in that loop for a time and if not than Black Fairy will take that spot.
I looked up at the massive doors that made up the central command chamber gates. Old Naraiz really did have a flare for making things big and dramatic. Odd, given he didn't need to overcompensate for anything. Next to me was Jaesa, the two of us would be dealing with BI-6 and hopefully this wouldn't take too long. Hopefully I could just walk in and she would recognize me. But… things weren't that easy were they.
"Here we go, BI-6 your master has returned!" I shouted through the doors, my voice slightly amplified by the Force. The response was sad but expected. Several silvery blades shot through the door, each thinner than any sword but just as deadly. I effortlessly dodged them as I could easily recall her attack patterns. I knew every single type of attack she had in her programing and could… why was my cheek bleeding.
"Uh master?" Jaesa asked with a worried look, she had jumped far to the side. She knew that the attack had been coming and so had ample foresight to get out of the way. I reached up to my face and dabbed where I had been cut… I hate it when my toys malfunction.
"Naughty girl, attacking your creator like that." I mused as the blades slipped back through the door. I could see through the slits and watched as the blades retracted into the damn floor. Yeah… she's a T-1000 alright. But, I knew he shut down codes and hopefully that won't be one of the things that are busted now. "Pay attention Jaesa, you wanted to learn how to be a Shitlord who pulls off dope ass memes… this is how you do it."
Jaesa pulled back and there was a manic look of glee in her eyes. What little time we had together since she came back to me and I wasn't asleep, she badgered me about teaching her all the funny shit I was doing that was only funny to me. She wanted to be in on the memes that I pulled off, the jojokes, the references, the horrible-horrible naming schemes I'm pulling out my ass. All of it. So as she watched me pull back my arms and form a bowl with my hands she knew that I was doing something funny. A piercing noise of pure Force Energy channeling into my palms cut through the air. A ball of dark purple energy formed in my hands and I knew what I had to do.
"Galick Gun!" Fuck you to anyone that I would do Goku's move! With that I thrusted my hands forward and unleashed what was in essence and barrage of Force Lightning condensed into a singular point and then projected down a narrow barrel made of telekinetic Force Power. The destructive power of the attack utterly obliterated the gate and tore a hole through the central command chamber of my home. Eh, it can be fixed later. I knew how this place was built, nothing in there was linked to the life-support, superstructure, or weather barrier. So as the smoke and rubble cleared, I smirked at finally using that move in a non-testing way. Seeing through the settling dust I watched as BI-6 struggled to reform herself after a large part of her body had been torn apart by my attack. A large trench now sliced through the room, she was the floor so I had to aim low.
"R-r-repub… Reeeeeebuplic mong-g-g-grels!" Her voice was cracked and there was clearly some damage done to her vocals. As me and Jaesa walked into the command chamber BI-6 was twisting herself back into one point, at the very back and in front of the busted remains of the central terminal. "Y-y-y-y-y-y-you will regret-regret-regret stepping f-f-foot in this tomb."
"BI-6, it's time for a overdue tune up if your malfunctioning to this degree." I commanded as the shimmering mass of living metal started to bind and condense. Though it stuck to a thin blob of reflective metal coiled into a snake like form, several more tendrils extending out from its head all containing various glowing spots. This wasn't a preset form that I had given her but she did just come out of a amorphous state so she could just be resetting herself. "Recognize your creator, it is me BI-6. Authorization Code Nine-Nine-Nine-Nine-One-Light-One-Dark-Four-Tempest-Creed." I spoke out the primary code that old Naraiz had for all his Droids to identify him as the Empire's Wrath. I had more personal codes but I wanted to see just how deep her degradation was.
"Daddy?" Oh fuck me, that voice was not the one that I had crafted for her. That was straight out of an incest hentai right there! This is all on God here, I had no hand in this. "Are you happy Daddy, I kept the house clean while you were gone!" The excited eager-to-please tone that she was using wasn't helping matters.
"Uhaaaaaaa…" I had no means to express how I was feeling in this moment. I glanced over to Jaesa who was barely containing her laughter at the entire situation. But that stopped as we both watched the T-1000 slip and fold back into itself until it was roughly a humanoid figure. What stood before us was essentially EDI from the third Mass Effect game though with a different head, this one lacking the visor and had a mane of flowing living metal hair.
"NO!" Then she changed back to her normal voice, more mature and if it lost the bloodthirsty rage to it, it would have its own loin stirring charm to it. In much more appropriate manner too. "The Republic has no limit to the disrespect they can pour upon my creator's legacy! They circle his home like the vultures they are and now they desecrate his memory by sending you! You have no right! To wear that face! No right! To even claim that you are who you say you are!"
"Can we fry the bitch-bot now?" Jaesa asked and I held up a hand to get her to back off. BI-6 was one of Naraiz's most cherished creations, as stupid as it sounds he did sorta think of her like a daughter. Though never consciously, pretty much all the parental feelings old Naraiz had went to Gore. Which was a good thing because that boy needed every scrap that Naraiz had, and that wasn't much really. But this is me and I had finally come to the conclusion to just live that fact.
"BI-6, code-" Before I was able to spout out a more direct command code, BI-6 lifted a arm and a hundred tiny spikes shot forward. Both me and Jaesa jumped to the sides of the chamber to avoid the attack. The Super-Droid screamed in rage as she swirled around returned back to her previous form. She shot out and slithered around the circular chamber, a move that would have been far more effective if she hadn't lost thirty percent of her mass in my initial attack. So instead of coating the walls in herself she substituted with just snaking along the main molding of the room. Once she had a complete circle the surface of the silvery form bubbled and out shout several spikes, I and Jaesa dodged them but even more came.
This wasn't the optimal way to handle this. I needed to get closer to her, if verbal commands weren't going to work than I needed to something a bit more direct. So after jumping away from the tenth spike that was meant to skewer me, I reached out and with the Force ripped her off the walls. Of course she struggled and fought, erratically shifting around and pushing against my hold on her. I groaned a bit as it was starting to be quite taxing keeping her suspended like this along with her fighting back. Earth-Bending was out since we were surrounded by metal, energy projection was also out given I didn't want to damage her too much, and both my Force Blades were totally out of the question.
"I will defend this tomb to the greatness of my creator till I am but rust! Your flesh will rot long before I give out!" She screamed before finally breaking free of my grasp and landing back on the ground. Her liquid body exploded in mass, like a tidal wave she surrounded me. Encircling my body as she loomed over with a monstrous head like figure glaring down at me. Fine, that's what I wanted anyways. A hand held up and sparks danced between my fingers, then arcs of Force Lightning shot out and began tearing at BI-6's body. A far more digitized scream glitched in and out as my attack forced her to contract back into her prime form. As much as I would like another real challenge, BI-6 was too valuable to damage any further. I Force Cloaked myself out of visibility, adding on a bit more power to it so even BI-6 wouldn't be able to detect me.
"Time to take a nap." I uncloaked behind her and before she could react, I held a hand on the back of her neck and sent a arc of Force Lightning between my fingers. This was a hardwired failsafe, there was no way that it wasn't still there and that it wouldn't work. I still closed my eyes and began building out my new robot hand in my head but thankfully all that came next was the sound of BI-6 crashing into the ground deactivated. "Tch… bad girl, you made nope… not going finish that thought."
"Aw… but it would have been funny." Jaesa remarked and I gave her a light glare for her lack of participation in this entire thing. But that didn't matter, she would have dented my droid more than I already did. With a wave of my hand BI-6 unmoving form lifted off the ground and started floating next to me.
"Let's take her back to her station I can interface with her to figure out just what's wrong with her." I said as I walked back and ignored Jaesa's unneeded comments. Mostly centering around the daddy comment BI-6 made. I don't need this, I really don't need this. So when we passed by Jaesa's old room on my way to BI-6's terminal and charging station I lifted my adorably annoying apprentice and threw her in her room for a timeout. If she wanted to be a brat than I was going to treat her like one.
Finishing my travel through the halls of my home, I could see just how bad things had gotten. Parts of the walls, floors, and ceiling had all been ripped apart and likely reused into more defense batteries. Or at least they were used in some way that BI-6 thought more important than just being what they were. Which made things a little difficult having to fly across a large portion of the base that had been dismantled. But soon enough I had made it to the relatively intact part of the base that had the droids' control terminals. At the center of which was a large pod with a series of computers connected to it. I stuffed the unmoving body of BI-6 into the pod and waited for it to melt her down to a base liquid state, the hissing and grinding of mechanical parts in the background told me she hadn't been in for a tune-up in a long time. A quick glance to the side told me why.
"-u-u-u-u… systems returning online… ungrateful… ov-ov-ov… over glorified…" I listened as the prime repair and service droid, GR-40, booted back up. It was a simple droid that was common in the Empire. Mine was a bit more advance as I had tweaked with its software and hardware more than once. It was grumbling thing but it did its job at keeping the droids of my base productive and in top shape. Or at least it was supposed to. "… W-w-w-when I get my servos… oh… Lord Wrath." It spoke as the lights of its eyes turned back on and recognized that it was I that turned it back on.
"Reconfirm identity, reset code 3-3-3-3-9. Change to Lord Nagash." There was a small flicker in the droids eyes but then it stood back up from the pile of junk it had been thrown in. It recognized the name change for me and then set about grumbling about the state its domain was in.
"What did that shiny bitch-bot do to my workshop. I should spoil her chrome for this." The droid grumbled and I could not help but think of it as a fantasy Dwarf in many ways. Irritable and always complaining but damn good at its job… and very short. The diminutive droid stumbled his way to BI-6 chamber pod and just started laughing when it saw that it was occupied, and that there was about a third missing from the supposed total mass. "Heh, how'd you like this you over shined piece of tin. Finally got that spanking that you needed huh?"
"Just how quickly did the daddy thing start?" I groaned as GR-40 laughed more.
"After the first Republic attack. About ten years after the Fury's signal was lost the Republic paid a visit. BI-6 was already having some of her slippery bots and nuts loosened but then the Republic dogs snuck up on us. You saw that missing piece of the base on your way here, that was the Republic's doing… at first." Oh, looks like Old Naraiz did a little too well in making BI-6 human like with her emotional state. Grief and fear seemed to have driven her insane. Clinging to the memory of her creator and twisting it. First came the loss of Naraiz and then came the sudden fear that the Republic could actually damage her creator's legacy. Then add a few millennia of stewing in this madness resulting in a truly demented droid mind.
"See what you can do to get her back to somewhat normal. If you need any help… oh yeah the intercom system is likely busted. I'll be back periodically." I said waving the renewed grumbling off. I needed to find that fucking Enslavement tome and find a working ship to take us back to Terra.
Fay watched as she was taken through the still forming city around the monster of a castle that the Sith had taken for their own. As a Jedi that had traveled throughout the galaxy she had seen many different kinds of civilizations. She had seen feudal worlds, worlds on the cusp of space travel, those still using bronze, and many more. So she had the context to understand what was before her.
The people ignored her and the man leading her, the Sith that she had met upon her landing on this strange world. A world that was surrounded by ever moving rings and placed between five stars held in place by Centerpoint long lost sister station. What secrets of the Force laid to rest on this planet, why did the Force bring her and these Sith here? Those were the questions working in the background of her mind, the forefront however was more concerned about that heavenly aroma that was coming from a nearby bakery. She had been living off space friendly rations and the basic meals that the Coruscant Jedi had given her, none of which were very good.
"If you want something you just have to ask." She snapped out of her hungry stupor at the sound of her Sith guide asking such a question. She could sense the mocking tone he had even if it wasn't present in his words. She didn't know but it was a common thing for Sith from his time to do, mock the Jedi and their simple living way but offering to just give them luxury. But she didn't know that, though she still knew that she was being mocked.
"No, I am perfectly fine." She responded back not willing to give a inch to the Sith. Didn't help that he smirked a bit like he had still won. All through the quick journey from the island to the mainland and then to the city he had been quiet. So had she but there had been no explanation of anything on his part. Fay understood the danger that she was in, that here she was in the middle of a city that likely were praising the Sith name and spitting on the Jedi's. She had no idea how long the Sith had been in power here and had been spreading their lies. "No… I'm starting to think like them." Fay cursed herself, the Force had brought them here, and the Force was in Balance. "If I can not speak with your master than my answers will have to come from you."
"You can ask but if I answer or not will be wholly up to me." He spoke as the two of them walked through the gate into the main keep of the city. Fay watched as several men in block cloaks passed by them, the feeling of this being a Sith occupied people was growing more and more obvious to Fay. She had been one of the few Jedi left in the galaxy able to recall a time when the Imperial sector still was allowed to keep their Sith inspired armor for their troops. That was when she was a child over a thousand years ago.
"What caused the Force to become Balanced? We all felt it, the Light had been pushed back by the Dark but it stopped before it could be called stronger than the Light. And the Light hasn't been able to push back since… not substantially anyways." Fay explained as they walked through a courtyard of several soldiers escorting a train of carts filled with foodstuff and… people? None of them looked like they were fearful, if anything Fay could sense excitement form them. Even as they were herded like animals by the soldiers.
"That would be when Darth Nagash spoke the words of the Balance for the first time. Never before in the history of the galaxy had the Balance had a presence in the physical world like that. Just the vibrations and intent behind those words in the air was enough to change everything in the Force." The Sith said as if that answered all her questions. It didn't. She was a expert at the mystical side of the Force and even she had very little understanding of what he just said. The best that she could guess was that this Darth Nagash had given a third party of the Force, The Balance, a foothold in the cosmic struggle between Dark and Light. The pendulum had been stopped and now had three hands pulling down and to each side. Right now she could feel the Light slowly pulling the Force back to its side, the abundance of Jedi in the galaxy having that effect on it.
"What are your plans for the Jedi?" She asked, a much more grounded question. She doubted she would get a answer though. But instead he stopped and looked back at her with a cruel smile.
"Our plans for the Jedi have not changed in the slightest, only they now include those Sith still clinging to the old ways." He said before returning to leading her deeper into the keep. She wanted to protest that threat, and possibly even attack him but that thought vanished with the clarity of where she was and the Force warning that would be a bad idea. Instead she held her tongue and decided that she needed to learn all she could about these different Sith before escaping this obvious trap. "You have asked me some questions, it is only fair that I ask at least one in return."
"Very well." Fay answered trusting her skills in the arts of diplomacy and negotiation to help her in this task. She wouldn't give this man anything too useful, he was the enemy even if she knew not to wildly hate him like those fools in her order he was still a insufferable bastard and that was enough reason for her to consider him as such.
"Have you experience teaching younglings?" That… threw her off. It was only then that she noticed that they had stopped in a new courtyard where several children were training in basic stone lifting exercises. They were grouped into parings of five, working together to lift large boulders. Off to the side she could see a pile of smaller stones that would be good for single person training.
"A bit, spent some time on Tython teaching the next generation… a few centuries ago." Fay said as she watched a group of younglings struggle a bit with their task only to grip tighter and completely lift the boulder. It brought a small smile to her lips, but then that left as she recalled the horrible accounts of the Sith training process. "A good effort, but wasted when over half of them die before they could truly be called adults."
"This is not Korriban, Darth Nagash wants to reform the Sith from the very start of a Acolyte's beginning to its end." The Sith spoke and Fay doubted his words highly. He stilled called himself a Sith, that meant that there were still things that they clung to. Traditions stuck to titles and names, the fact they kept said much to Fay. "In that regard, while you are here you will be teaching what you know about the Light Side to those placed in the Sect of Manwë."
"What? You actually want me to teach Sith the Light Side?" Fay asked before recognizing how tainted her logic had been. Of course these people would want that, the Force brought her here to help Balance it. He looked down at her like she was acting as stupid as she was. A small growl escaped her as she looked away. She was beginning to hate this even more, she expected so many things from this voyage and having to deal with an inconsiderate Sith holding a metaphorical gun to her head wasn't one of them.
I stared down hard at the book in front of me. It was everything I needed. The wisdom of the elders was truly all-knowing. Praise the ancestors!
"Force Projections and how to summon them?" Vette asked as she looked over my shoulder to the book I was reading.
"Yes! SOON I SHALL HAVE A STAND!" I shouted in glee as I held up the book in reverence. I wonder what form my Stand shall come in? Will it be more utility or will it just be a punching ghost? What kind of Stand Cry will it have?
"Shouldn't you be looking for the Enslavement Collar book?" Vette asked with a sigh, likely because she found the idea of freeing Lyarra and Joanna more important than getting me my Stands. Despite my best efforts I hadn't been able to truly convert her, but just you wait… once I get the tech ready and augment a few of Master Baras' mind interfacing machines I'll be able to pull out of my memories some of the best anime I watched in my past life. Add along the advance audio and CGI tools that this Sci-fi universe has and I could fill in the blanks and possibly even keep some going or change what I want. Hehe… fixing a few old favorites will be fun.
"It's over there." I pointed to the large book bound in what was certainly not human skin. "By the way, it never says anything about taking the collars off. Likely the Sith that wrote it never bothered trying." I explained as Vette walked over to the book and opened it up. The two of us were in my inner library, here was some of the more important books and tomes or just those that Naraiz felt weren't something that should be out for anyone not Balanced to see. "But to be fair I didn't look to hard on how to take them off."
"Of course you didn't." Vette grumbled, this was something that she just didn't understand. She couldn't imagine anyone actually wanting to be chained and collared. Too bad, there were plenty of men and women that actually like it. I would be on her side if it wasn't for the fact both Lyarra and Joanna agreed to it. Personally freedom can even include selling that freedom to someone else. "Agh… I can't make any sense out of this nonsense!"
"The Enslavement Collars were made by Darth Niticus. The architect of many of Korriban's greatest structures. Guess how he made them?" I asked as I leaned back in my chain and floated the book I held in my hand over to the take back with me pile. Then pulled from the limited shelves here in my inner library another book.
"Slave labor." Vette answered with a groan as she closed the book, thankful that I seemed to be a story telling mood.
"Yes, Darth Niticus used the slaves taken from anywhere really and hoped to create lasting monuments to the glory of the Sith. He knew that even if these weren't to him directly, he would still be praised as the true maker of these wonders. A shifty and underhanded way of claiming a bit of glory that wasn't his." I said and I could respect the man… woman… the book wasn't very clear on what Darth Niticus was. If he was human, pure-blood, or whatever else. But I respected them, the crafty way of worming into the history of the Sith was intelligent and original. Very few Sith would be willing to just be that guy that makes cool looking buildings, instead opting to hire out non-Sith. But then again, very few Sith from that early age of the Order were still remembered. And that's what Darth Niticus wanted in the end. "The problem came with the fact Korriban was going through ecological changes, namely other Sith were experimenting with Biological Sith Alchemy and were letting out monsters."
"And this resulted in Darth Niticus making soul bound slaves how?" Vette asked as she leaned back on the table, the sense of disgust and scorn coming off her was palatable.
"That came later, first came the whole mind alteration and mutation. The collars were slapped on in great numbers, changing slaves into the perfect docile and strong workers… until they were threatened. Then they would fully transform into monstrous hybrids that would fight off the danger." It wasn't nearly as perfect as the book made it out to be. Or at least I doubt it was. It was written by Darth Niticus and Sith rarely wrote down their failures even in their personal journals. Given the notes that I had plus my own observations and results, I can guess that this was only the case with those that willingly took the collars. Those that were promised power and status among the slaves and took it. Unwilling however I believe resulted in mindless drones as their wills battled the process and caused their minds to fry under the conflict. "Then Niticus began to refine his creation but then died when a coven of his apprentices decided to take his secrets for themselves now rather than when was willing to teach them. Which was likely never given what I read."
"Is that why the Empire didn't have entire legions of Force Slaves under their control?" Vette asked and I could tell that she pictured herself being slapped with one of these things in another reality in which they did.
"The coven of Niticus' students never found his research or means of creating the collars. That book was his personal diary, I found it locked away in the treasure room of some tomb that I can't be bothered to remember." Pretty sure it was one of the heroic missions on Korriban. Eh, whatever. "And with his death the collars died out as droids and old fashion slaves were perfectly feasible. Also that was around one of the many wars with the Jedi was starting up."
"So Darth Niticus created slave collars that could change a person's personality, body and link them to their soul. He used them to build ego compensating statues, died at the hands of his students and thousands of years later his work was found by some acolyte that would become the Empire's Wrath. Do I got it right?" Vette listed off and I shrugged.
"Mostly, Niticus didn't really figure out he Soul thing. He had a little, just enough to connect him and the slave collar. I sorta took that idea further with Lyarra's collar because… personal emotional need or whatever. I doubt I could make many collars like hers before my soul starts being ripped apart by the many connections it has." I had my nine rings, a Emperor's Voice, Wrath, Right and Left Hand, and Eyes of the Emperor… my soul already felt strained as I thought about all the people that I would need to form a bound to.
"Are you really planning on doing it again?"
"Don't kink shame me!" I shouted in mock outrage. It wasn't like I was going to find some random hooker and slap a collar around her neck. I have some ideas of who I might, but again… its more of a in the moment type of thing. I don't need more, though I'm not opposed to more hot hybrid women in my life. I just jinxed myself didn't I. "Regardless, I now I have a better understand of what's happening with Lyarra and Joanna. Especially with the added personality traits I didn't expect"
"You're talking about the fact that Lyarra constantly sleeps and Joanna becoming a nympho." Vette said and I chuckled a weak and mirthless laugh.
"It's sins." I said as I had quickly come to this conclusion when I decided that this merited more investigation. It was part of the key behind Lyarra and Joanna current state and possible mental health so it was important. "I looked into the culture of the Sith, the Pure Blood Sith. That was the dominant culture at the time and a culture that Niticus seemed to follow more than any other. And there was something in the culture called the Mortal Failings, comparable to the Seven Deadly Sins. He imparted into the core of the mental changes of the collars to impart what he felt was a failing of mortality in order to keep those he collared weak. Give them a flaw as a final measure to make sure they could never be capable of rising against their masters. I don't subscribe to the Mortal Failings, there are hundreds of them in the old Sith texts. So it looks like the Collars took the idea of the Seven Deadly Sins and ran with that."
"Explain to the alien that isn't totally familiar with your earth culture." Vette said with a sympathetic smile. She could tell I was feeling shitty about this. I mean it wasn't that bad, none of the Sins are in my opinion truly evil or horrible to live with. Maybe Envy… but the rest were perfectly livable. And given that I now know about this feature I can mitigate the damage, I think I already did with Joanna with not using purely the Dark Side her collar.
"Pride, Envy, Wrath, Gluttony, Greed, Lust, and Sloth. Those last two seemed to be passed onto Joanna and Lyarra respectively." I listed off and it made me smile a bit, a sleepy wolf and a horny kitty… hehe… fate is funny.
"And you're stilling about collaring more women?" Did I ever once say I had the moral high ground? Nope! I am a Sith, if I want a harem of sinful sexy hybrid Force-Slaves than fuck damn I'm getting just that. I will be Emperor of the Galaxy and if that isn't a job with the best perks I don't what would. Vette looked to my dumb face and knew exactly what I was thinking and threw her hands in the air in defeat. "Join me Vette, you know not the power of the pervert side!" I shouted as she stormed off out of my private library. She might be a virgin no longer but she still has some of her hang ups.
My laughter died as I looked back at the dairy of Darth Niticus. I had read it several times now. Memorized it front to back. Any secrets it had were found and combed over with all the insane dedication a man with someone to protect can give.
I continued to watch as the book's remaining mass drifted into the air as nothing but ash. Granted a large part of the table it was on was also nothing but dust in the air but whatever. I trusted myself and only myself with the knowledge to make these things. I had the self-awareness to understand how I would use it, morally questionable sex slaves and ones that only willingly agreed to it. That's it. I had no other use for the collars other than that. Not for slaves or any other purpose. I didn't trust anyone else to have the same restraint. I don't trust others to leak it to others and the practice to spread among my new Sith order. Hypocrite is one of the many titles I'm willing to wear. God gave me this new life not to be a hero or savior, this new life is payment for his fuck-up. That means I don't have to answer to anyone but myself.
"She still has yet to notice me." Rathari nodded at the good news his Tsân delivered for him. It didn't sound like it could be possible but the massive Tsân called Shâsot was in fact able to hide in the shadows expertly. And like all his kind, the power to naturally be invisible to Force Users was especially useful in his current task.
"Good, how was her first lesson with the younglings?" Rathari asked as he looked out onto the growing city from Harrenhal's curtain walls. A small fire had broken out and smoke was rising out of the Imperial District. Shouts and screams had died down now that fire department that his lord instilled was on the case. Though… it had been about an hour since the fire started and it was still only contained rather than handled.
It was a new concept, an entire group of people that did nothing but watch for and take care of fires. Same with the doctors, teachers, and many other professions that a society needed. Rathari had noticed that the nobility was very much invested in keeping everything in Westeros as simple and easy to manage as possible. But that would all be changing. Industry was coming, along with it several new and vital concepts for a modern society. Easy things like firefighters and schools were the first step, more complex things and those that challenged the established power more directly like courthouses and localized banking would come later.
"Tense at first, you dropping her with them with little explanation didn't help matters. But as we know, struggles breed strength." Shâsot gave a pleased chuckle at the end there. Rathari cared little for making things easy on the Jedi. She was after all a Jedi and she was rather irritating to him personally. "She was able to at least teach them the concept of the Light without preaching to them. She seems to understand the goal of Balance and isn't disparaging it." Shâsot breathed out through its mask, little to no emotion laced in his voice.
"And the younglings, how did they take it?" Rathari asked as he turned away from the dimming glow of the small city fire.
"She was teaching those more attuned to the Dark, the best were bored and the worst were annoyed." Rathari understood that the choice to assign the opposite leaning children to the opposing Sect was to counter the initial culture created in the Sect. Though, with how young they were that might not be as damning or effective as his lord wanted. At the moment it was serving to curb their natural inclination. Those more aligned with the Dark would be encouraged to seek peace and harmony, while those on the other end with the Light would be pushed toward passion and emotion. "This is only the first day, and she spent just as much time asking the younglings questions as she did teaching them. She wasn't very subtle about it either, asking if they were happy or if they felt they were in danger."
"They aren't… at least not until the True Trials." Rathari stopped just before he entered one of the wall towers, he looked east feeling Valyria call back to him. It was decided that as part of the final trial for those wishing to join the Order properly, they would make a pilgrimage to the ruins of Valyria themselves. His lord had said that he would be returning with a artifact of Lord Revan to act as the Anchor for the sealed Force Wound. It would not only act as the barrier between the Star Weirds and reality but also act as test for any Sith. It was an old tradition in the Revanites, one that Darth Nagash himself took when he first joined. But that did not mean it would be without danger. They wouldn't face down a Star Weird but there were still many dangers that lurked in those halls and caves. "In the end all we can do is use her as best we can. Once Darth Nagash returns her fate will be decided."
"I've found it!" Vette groaned but then her brain caught back up with herself. That wasn't Naraiz's voice, that was Jaesa. The Twi'lek was used to Naraiz screaming out weird excited statements as he ransacked his own library but Jaesa wasn't the researching type. So she followed where the voice came from and found Jaesa in the middle of large collection Naraiz's artifacts. Most of them were just bits and bobs from his travels and life but some… scared her.
"What are you doing here? I'm pretty sure that the boss said that you weren't allowed in here without supervision." Vette mocked as she walked up Jaesa who immediately hid whatever it was she discovered behind her back.
"Shut up, that was old Naraiz. New Naraiz is much looser and would be perfectly fine with me being here." Vette frowned at her choice of words. She knew that Jaesa wouldn't act so casually with the whole Naraiz being a different person thing. Hell, Jaesa was the last person Vette would think would make a assumption like that. "Besides, I'm just looking for things on his list. The Mask of Revan is here somewhere and I need to find it for master."
"Right, didn't he say something about the Mask being in the vaults and here in the open collection." Vette said as she began to move around Jaesa trying to get a good look at whatever it was she was trying to hide. Jaesa however was intent on hiding her prize and jumped high in the air and began running off before Vette could see just what she had in her hands. "Jaesa! Give whatever you have back!"
"It's mine anyways so no!" The droids working to repair their home watched as the two women began a chase that would undo a good deal of work they had already done. Such was the life of a Sith owned droid.
"This is boring, and stupid." Mysa Sand grumbled as she and roughly fifty other Acolytes were in the Godswood. Their new teacher, a woman called Fay had brought them here to do nothing but sit… and that's it. She said that they were supposed to commune with the Light Side, to find peace in themselves and harmony in nature but all they were doing was sitting.
"Shh, I know you Southerners don't feel it, but the gods are watching." Her new best friend Miana said to her and the Dornish girl internally rolled her eyes. That was the one thing that she found she disliked about her fellow bastard, she was surprisingly faithful to her land's faith. The two of them loved to gossip and take control over their little factions of the Northern and Dornish Acolytes, they had quickly become best friends in the goal of making sure that shits like Victarion Grayjoy wouldn't become the leaders of their new Order. But now Miana was getting on her nerves a little with this whole the stupid trees with eyes can see you.
"Are you even getting a little of what this Fay woman is tellin' us?" Mysa asked in a hushed tone, they were all spread out wherever they pleased but the stranger Fay was watching them like a hawk. "I'm getting bored with all this quiet." Silence was rarely a good thing in her opinion. Back home in the small nameless slum she was born in, when things got quiet that was usually the prelude to something really bad happening.
"Not at all, but just sit and shut up. I'm trying to hear the answers to my prayers." Again, eye rolling. Their prayers had already been answered. They were now part of the Sith Order and now had the chance to actually be something. Sure, they both were bastards and were something a little more than the common folk but at the same time it was somehow worse. They had glimpses of the life that they could have had should their fathers just shot his seed in the right cunt instead of some whore or chamber maid. And this made damn sure that bastards like them knew just how much worse everyone was living compared to them. But they got their lucky break, the Force gifted them with power and now they had their chan- "Ow!"
"Going down that path youngling is dangerous." Fay scolded Mysa after she and given her a small chop to the top of her head. "The Dark Side will tempt you with all sorts of promises. It will tell you everything you want to hear. There have been many Force users like you, who felt something had been taken from their life and their new found power in the Force is the means to get it back." Mysa gave a slight glare to the woman, she wasn't Darth Nagash or Instructor Rathari, she didn't have a drop of the respect many of the Acolytes had for them.
Darth Nagash was witty and seemed to be able to connect to all of them on a even level. He spoke to all of them and remembered each of their names. He knew what they wanted and then joked and had fun while at the same time dropping wisdom like it was nothing. Many of the Acolytes saw their leader as someone that was able to transcend the classes that defined the world they lived in and be everything anyone needed. Meanwhile Instructor Rathari was the steel spire of discipline that many looked up to. He wasn't harsh, but he was firm. Trouble makers and rule followers alike respected him simply because he was the embodiment of fair but strict to all of them. You break a small little rule and he would let you go with a approving nod that he was the only one that caught you, do it again and he would send you to your room with no meals for the rest of the day and never speak about it again. Those two the Acolytes respected as true Sith, this woman… she was only here a day and already people could tell she was far from Sith.
It looked like Fay was going to say something more but then everyone stopped when a scream was heard throughout the Godswood. Everyone looked up and Fay was shooting from her spot toward the source of the scream. Mysa raised a eyebrow as she and the other Acolytes saw her rush to a pair of children, one bleeding and the other one was the one who screamed. Mysa recognized the pair as Nira and Cliet, Nira was sobbing and panicking while Cliet was on the ground with a large gash opened in his arm.
"Someone go to the guards, tell them we need medical attention immediately!" Fay shouted to no one in particular. Mysa saw a few Acolytes run off, a two of them looked more green than healthy so maybe they weren't going to go get help but empty their stomachs. She then looked back and her eyes widened as she watched Fay hold her hands over Cliet's wound, their was a glow of white light and the bleeding stopped. "Something's wrong here… this isn't a natural wound."
"What did you do this time freak!" While Fay was healing Cliet, a small circle of Acolytes was forming around Nira. Mysa watched as one of Victarion's thugs lead the group, she kinda felt the need to oppose them on principle but Nira was the only one close to Cliet so…
"I-I-I… th-there was so much blood." Nira stuttered as she stared down at the flecks of blood on her hands. One of the Acolytes pushed her to the ground and several more moved to begin beating the poor girl. Nobody moved to stop them, Nira was just one of the those unlucky few who hadn't fallen in any group. She was too shy to do it herself and no group really wanted her. She was often considered to be strange and a outcast, there were even rumors that she was cursed. There was enough screaming from her room to build on that theory.
"Stop." However the incoming beating was held back as the only adult in the vicinity stood up and voiced her command. "The wound given to this youngling was not made by any physical weapon, something else is at work here. And right now the only one with any answers is her." At that Fay separated Nira from the rest of the Acolytes. Guards and the keep's Maester soon arrived in the Godswood and removed both Nira and Cliet. The rest of the Acolytes watched with a hateful eyes as the person they all thought responsible was taken away.
Mysa could tell that soon enough that girl would be getting a visit in her room tonight if she wasn't under guard. And something about that disgusted her to no end. Just chaos irritated her, it was one of the reasons why she was opposed to Grayjoy and his rule. But he had power as much as she disliked it, but so did she and Miana. She looked over to the thugs that worked for Victarion and knew that they would be reporting back to him after class. Mob rule would destroy the Sith Order, the one thing that her noble father had taught her was that a person is smart, people were dumb. That was why there were leaders, so that choices could be made by a sole person for many when the other option was a mob doing what felt right in the moment.
"Hey." Mysa said as she approached the whispering thugs with Miana and a few other Northern and Dornish Acolytes. "I know exactly what you all are thinkin' right now. Tell Grayjoy that we need to talk about this, tonight in the crypts." Mysa said shocking her friends, she didn't tell them her plan beyond she needed them to look tough. Miana raised an eyebrow but didn't say much else.
"And why should w-" She punched the fat turd, clearly he had snuck into the kitchen too many times. Arter she thought his name was, he was the kid that despite having too much blubber did really well in the training yard. Just as much muscle as fat. It still hurt like seven hells when you got punched in the face. Mysa ignored the pain in her fist and stared down the rest.
"Because face it, as much as we both don't like it our groups are about even in numbers. And right now, numbers are all that matters. So unless you want to start having winter and sandstorms raining down on you, I suggest you get the message to Vicky as soon as possible." Mysa snarled and while she sorta respected Victarion and a few of his thugs for how tough they actually were, none of them were here right now. Those that were, nearly crapped themselves and scrambled away. The idea that girls were weak and frail things had long since been shelved by the Sith Acolytes. Sure there was still a lot bias, but girls were no longer outright dismissed. Easy to do when any girl with the Force could theoretically crush your head, and your family jewels, with her mind.
"You sure about this Mysa?" Miana asked as she stepped up next to her. They were a team and rarely did anything on their own now. But this was something that Mysa felt needed to be done. They couldn't keep going like they had. Sure, the adults would handle problems as they came but only by the rules and the laws. Mysa knew that there was a limit there, that kids would still do things beyond the rules. And here in Harrenhal, they were supposed to be better than the prissy and do-nothing nobles.
"I'm sure, I want you to talk to Puff, Jarman, and Smallwood. Those are the other three I want at this meeting." Mysa said as she listed off those she could think of that represented large parts of the Acolytes. Puff was a low born that always had a smart ass comment and liked to be the smartest in the room. He was teachers pet and a annoying little shit but he already attracted large amounts of followers who didn't like the brewing conflict between the Grayjoy gang and the North-Dorne Alliance. Jarman Buckwell on the other hand had the largest group of starry-eyed knight hopefuls. Some nobles and a lot of low born kids that wanted to use the Force as their way to be knighted and all that nonsense. Then there was Thoren Smallwood. Ever since Darth Nagash pointed him out at his entrance ceremony people had taken note of him. His group was the loosest of the bunch but it comprised everyone that wasn't already aligned with the other established group. It would be better to say he had the admiration and respect of everyone more than he actually led them. And the fact he didn't actively lead them helped in its own way, meant to his followers that he would only say something if it really mattered/.
These were the factions at play in the Acolytes. Mysa knew that unless ground rules were set up, than they would devolve into petty gangs like those in the cities of Westeros. It was something she didn't want; it could ruin her chance at being something more than just a bastard. Moreover, if they didn't handle their own shit than the adults would come in and do it for them.
"Ahhhh… that's soooo much better." I sighed as I sank into the warm water of the private bathhouse of my home. Again, BI-6 had messed up priorities on what to dismantle but I wasn't complaining right now. Today was the last night we would be spending here on Anoat, we would be taking the trip back to Terra with our goodies and a new ship. I would check up on the situation back in Harrenhal, see Lyarra and Joanna and help them understand their collars a bit more, than I would be back to the stars. There was a Imperial Black Site that I NEEDED to visit. After that I would be spending a few years hoping around the galaxy checking on various things. Kamino, the Star Forges I knew of, various remnants of the Old Republic days, Dromund Kaas, and lastly the Maw. Oh and the Hutts… gotta remember to kill all the Hutts.
I was relaxing soundly in the soothing waters of my private bath, the water infused with herbs and medical treatments from across the galaxy. Or at least they were supposed to be, all the plants died and the medical serums had shelf lives. But just having a nice modern bath after so long was nice. Huge ass baths are awesome, a sentiment I shared with my darling apprentice who wasn't as sneaky as she thought."
"Hey!" Jaesa shouted as I pulled her out of the steamy water just before she reached my body. "Come on, you are being insufferable! I haven't had sex in a year, do you understand how fucking insane that I! Haven't had sex in that long!" Jaesa shouted as she thrashed around in my grasp.
"Yes." I simply said before letting her go. She pouted but soon enough was at my side, rubbing her body against mine. The feeling of her soft breasts sliding up and down my arm was deliciously pleasant, and I being me loved every moment of it. But also being me, a me that now didn't seek to keep up appearances, was perfectly able to ignore Jaesa and her low grade attempts as seduction. "You must be desperate if you're this bad at this." I chuckled and she continued to pout.
"I'm desperate because I want to actually have sex with you. You, whoever you because you won't give me your real name." I did, its Naraiz. My old name is of a dead man that god killed. True, its also the name of a man that should have died in hyperspace but details. But her real point was valid, and also the reason why I was dragging this out. "You know what sex is to me, its not just fun but a way for us to speak without words. A fusion of our souls and power, a tryst of passion and emotion. I want to know the real you." She said in a softer voice and one that lacked her earlier desperation… well… not exactly. It was still desperate but of a different kind.
She opened her mouth to say something else but it fell silent as I took her mouth with my own. The shock was quickly replaced by relieved acceptance. As my hands slipped around her and pulled her in closer, I felt her entire body melt into my grasp. Then in a snap she slithered around in my arms and was in my lap. Our lips were still locked with each other and I could feel her moan as my hands reached down and grabbed her firm ass. Her moans grew louder as my shaft started growing harder and slid across her slit.
"If we're doing this… we're doing this right." I whispered into her ear and there was a small look of confusion on her face. Good, don't want to be typical. The stonework of the bath house shifted and under my mental command flowed and pulled us away from the bath. I was lucky that this part of the base was carved out of stone rather than the metal the rest of the structure was made out of. Jaesa shouted in a mix of panic and insane glee. This show of power was just her kind of turn on, warping the world around me to suit my needs. Soon enough we were dislodged into my bedroom and dropped onto the newly refurbished bed. The droids had worked hard on that.
"That! Was amazing!" Jaesa shouted before tackling me back onto the bed. She was quickly flipped back onto her back and she continued to laugh happily at how I effortlessly pinned her back down. "Your power, it's so different than his. Creative and unexpected." She wrapped her legs around my waist, even as I held her arms down on the bed. "And you know what I want, a fight, a dance." I smirked as yeah, I knew what she wanted but it was also what I wanted. I would no longer do what others expected me to do, Naraiz was my name now and I intended to own it as my own.
Jaesa smiled brightly as she seemed to sense my thoughts and approved of them highly. That smile only grew as I leaned back down and kissed her again. Using my weight, I pressed my body down on her and let go one of her arms, which immediately started racking across my back and digging into my flesh. That was fine, she was still trapped under me and the feeling of her hardened nipples scratching against my chest showed just how much she was enjoying it. She gasped as I cupped her moistening cunt and bit her lip as one of my fingers traced around the edges of her entrance.
"You say that you can't wait anymore, yet here you are letting me tease you all I want." I smirked as she continued to pant and whine at my small touches. The look on her face was a mix of pleading and bliss. The feelings I could sense from her was a jumble of happiness at being back where she felt she belonged and desperate eagerness to move to the next part of the fun. Too bad, I was enjoying myself and as I slipped two fingers into her pussy I was only enjoying myself further. To those that think sex is all about sticking your dick in, you have no idea just how much fun it is to have a woman squirm under you by just a few little strokes.
"F-fuck master… I-I…" She stammered out and I could tell she was out of practice. Normally it took her a good ten minutes of this before she got this close. She had always been more sensitive in general but I guess that year really did its number. I took things slowly and carefully as I explored her insides, giving small kisses and nips on her skin to keep the pleasure spread out. The increasing moans and small begs for release pointing me in what direction. Then her grip on me tightened, her legs, her free hand and her inner walls all clamped as hard as they could as I found her G-spot. Not wanting to drag this out to uncomfortable levels I began increasing the pace and attention to the sensitive spot. "Fuck-fuck-fuck! I'm cumming, don't stop fucking don't; stop or I'll fucking kill you you teasing bastard!" And she meant that, so with that threat hanging in the air I picked up the pace with a amused smile on my lips. Jaesa soon screamed in rapture as her body flooded itself in pleasure at her orgasm.
"Hm, you are rusty… well there's only one way to fix that." I said with a smirk as I leaned back and took a lick of some her juices, Sweet, ah the life of a perverts' finest wine. Jaesa recovered quickly and to my non-shock grabbed my hand and took it into her own mouth. The woman was a bigger pervert than me and was now sucking on my fingers, enjoying the taste of herself. "You done there? Ready for some nice cuddle time?" I asked and there was a playful glare from her, followed by her taking the hand she had in her mouth and pulling it forward. Catching me slightly off-guard she was able to get behind me and slam me into the bed. I could feel her sitting on my back, her hands roaming around my shoulders and below my neck.
"Mmm… right… here." With a sudden prick to my sick she disrupted my Mask causing it to unravel all across my body. As I transformed into what I truly was, I took the opportunity to buck Jaesa off. I sat back up and gave her a unamused glare that only drove her more excited. I didn't like what she did only because all she had to do was ask. But I supposed that this was all in line with who she was.
"Naughty girl, that was very rude." I said as I waved a hand and bound her arms behind her back. I didn't have any physical rope or cuffs so the Force was going to have to do. The gleam in her eyes told me that she was only getting off even more from this show of force. I arched her back as I loomed over her once again, my hardened cock lining near her slick pussy.
"Naughty girls get punished right? Are you going to punish me master?" She asked between her pants, the exactment of the moment getting to her. Emotions between us were flaring, beyond the dirty talk and the kinky aspects, this was making love for us. This was how we were, what she said at the start of this was true. Sex on a deeper level was a conversation, a way for people to express things that they couldn't with words alone. As the two of us felt our bodies connect with my cock slip between her folds, we felt ourselves experience a mixing of our emotions. Our lust and love bleeding into each other.
I slowly pushed myself deeper into her womanhood, stopping and pulling back ever so slightly at times before going further. Until it was as far as I could go. Jaesa was as hot and moist inside as I remember and from the look on her face it was as enjoyable to her as it was too me. Then as I started pulling out and pushing back it she grabbed back onto me and began moving with my thrusts. Her hips rolled with mine, muscle memory came back to the two of us as we began a old dance that now had new life. Our eyes met and I couldn't look away. It always sounded silly but there was meaning when two lovers looked into each other's eyes. For me and Jaesa it was even deeper with her powers, but there wasn't a sole sign that she was using them. We just looked at each other as two people on the cusp of something great as we slowly made love to each other.
"Jaesa." I whispered her name as we continued to trade our movements between us. I was so happy that she chose to back to me. Hell I was even happy that she found me out, we've had sex before but this… this was so much better. This wasn't mindless fucking but something real and I wouldn't trade it for anything.
"Naraiz." She answered back and held onto my body, not as forcefully as before but like a lifeline of need. Our climaxes were approaching after who knows how long, Jaesa didn't let go and I wasn't about to pull out. As we felt our bodies tighten we looked deeper into each other, we weren't ready to say what was on our minds. Not yet, not after all we had been through but it was unspoken and that was all we need for right now. I groaned as I came inside her and she gave a soundless cry as she came with me. Our bodies locked up in the throes of passion and eventually we fell into the bed next to each other.
"That… was…" I couldn't express how I felt right now. I felt drained and whole all at the same time. It was a entirely different feeling I had with Lyarra and Joanna, the history with me and Jaesa made it so. I loved those two, possibly more than Jaesa or Vette though I knew that wouldn't be the case always. But this was ours, and as I felt Jaesa curl up beside me I knew that it was something I wanted to protect.
Author's Notes
To recap, crazy droid, Fay and Rathari don't like each other, Jaesa found something, the Acolytes are developing culture, and Jaesa and Naraiz had meaningful sex. Yup... that's about it.
Also, Fay will not join Naraiz's harem! please stop thinking that she will. Not all hot females will be with Naraiz. I have tried mega harems before and it gets complictaed really fast. Max will be ten, that is the max.
Reviews
SOUL SURVIVOR - Naraiz is no son of Dorn. If I had to put him in a legion it would be the Space Wolves. I mean... Lyarra makes it a little obvious.
AnimeA55Kicker - yes... yes he is.
victorsan12345 - First off... he doesn't know about her and Pierce. That's too funny as a running gag for me to just let him in on it. Second, Jaesa is slightly different than canon, she and old Naraiz had a unhealthy open relationship built on her worship of him and living a life of pure hedonism. So yes, she was a slut. Now however she is trying to start something new with our Naraiz. Her being a slut was fine in the previous relationship but now this is new and so she will be faithful.
Ao Black - Yeah... probably not.
Axccel - You're right on that and maybe Naraiz could find a way to bring them back. The Mechanical flesh stuff will make a appearance however it won't come from Naraiz. I know, and its a better name than Planetos. I wanted to make a new code simply because there are supposed to be three. That number is going to be fucking important to the point I am worried I have a OCD for the number.
AussieScotty - Vegeta will always be better than Goku in my mind. fite me. I'm not doing any new stories unless they are done as commission. Sorry but I just have too many.
Hotshot6 - Yes, she will but not for a long time but another person from those days will be coming back in the next few chapters.