SITH MEDITATION SPHERE SHIP, OUTER RIM

Vestara Khai .

Vestara opened her eyes. Ship's summons were too difficult to ignore, alone wherever she was.

Lord Dician bids us to return to Ziost. You are still of use to the One Sith.

Sighing, Vestara raised her head from between her arms, which she kept crossed on her knees while she sat against Ship's inner wall. "And if I refuse?" she raised gloomily. Vestara was no more a Sith than Ship was alive. It appeared to be, and even had its own unique signature in the Force. But for all that did to convince people, it was only a meditation sphere, nothing more. Vestara felt like that. Her former home planet, Kesh, was gone. Destroyed by Abeloth in a fit of rage, the Force entity effectively glassed the only populated continent on the surface of the world. Moreover, any Keshiri Sith that had not been wiped out in the initial cleansing of Kesh, they certainly did not survive the siege of attrition on Coruscant, attempting to work their way into the global security and former Jedi Temple. Still, around 300 Keshiri Sith refugees were still out there, running rogue about the galaxy or sitting in a Jedi reconditioning camp.

You cannot refuse. You are being ordered to return.

Vestara grimaced. The One Sith, as they called themselves, had attempted to bring her under their wing after the incident in the Chiloon Rift. At the time she'd been eager to attach herself to another sect of Sith, believing that it would give her another home. She'd been wrong. The emissary she'd met with, known to Vestara simply as Dician, had given her some clue into the true nature of this group of Sith. But what Vestara had quickly realized was that they were nothing like the family she'd lost on Kesh. So she'd refused Dician's offer, wanting to return to the mercenary life she'd adopted for herself.

But now, it appeared, she was not going to get off so easy. "I never joined them, so they cannot order me to do anything."

For your own good, Lady Khai, I urge you to reconsider.

"Or what?" she scoffed.

Please. It's for your own good. Though Ship technically did not have a voice, it almost sounded sad.

"No. Like I told Dician before, I want no part in her coven."

So be it.

Then the meditation sphere went quiet. After a few moments, in which Vestara wanted to ensure Ship had no more to say, she said, "Set course for Felucia, I have some-"

No!

The force in Ship's words startled Vestara, causing her to wince aggressively. "Excuse me?"
You will return to Ziost. You know too much.

"What?" Then she felt Ship begin to pull on her body through the Force. She was thrown back into the wall of the meditation sphere, knocking her down to the floor. "What are you doing!" she yelled out, rubbing the back of her head to try and ease the pain. But Ship didn't stop there. It picked her up once more, this time using choking her through the Force.

If you want to keep your title, Lady Khai, you will willingly return to Ziost. Lord Dician demands it.

Vestara, struggling to breathe, stammered out, "I- don't- care about- them-"

Then you are unworthy!

Ship slammed her down on the floor once again, as tentacles snaked out to hold her down. Screaming, she raised her right arm and blasted a web of Force lightning into the meditation sphere. But it was no use. Her arm was locked down by the tentacles, and she slowly felt herself begin to consciousness under their grip. And as her vision began to fade to black, there was only thing she could think to do. She reached out with the force for the one person she knew would hear her. He'd hate her for it, she knew, but this was desperate.

Ben… I need your help.

Then the world went black.