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The Celestial Inquisitor
Chapter 13: Fates of the Fallen
– Aayla Secura –
Waking up, she clutched her head as she tried to work out what was going on. The last thing she remembered was the wave of pain, the very Force itself screaming at her. She'd tried to withstand it, but she'd collapsed almost instantly.
Expecting to find herself at the camp her supporting Republic troops had set up, she winced as she tried to rise. Something was very wrong, as she was lying on a cold, dark stone floor in an unknown location.
Her clothes and lightsaber were both missing, and a heavy metal collar was locked around her neck. She was a Twi'lek; before now, she may have escaped the fate that many of her species found themselves in, but she knew a slave collar when she felt one as her fingers traced the cold metal.
Her eyes tried to adapt to the near total darkness she was in, the cold air striking her body. Her cell had only one exit, a thick, metal door that had a tiny closed slit in it for things to be given to the prisoner.
Panic began to set in, and she reached out with the Force as she tried to open the door. Her eyes widened as her Force Push did nothing. Her connection to the Force felt so weak, so feeble, her body feeling sickly as she looked around for anything. She hadn't even been given a bed; her cell consisted of a tiny square cell that barely had room for her to move around in. More of a box than a room. With no sources of light, she was left feeling around to work out if there was anything she could use, but it was as her hands came to her own body that made her freeze.
She was utterly nude, but her back ached in a strange way, and as she reached behind herself to touch it, she felt herself trace some strange markings left on her skin. Her examination of her body made her heart pound as she found a small mark on her wrist. A needle mark.
Footsteps made her look toward the door, watching as the slit opened and some weak light filled her prison.
"Who's there?" Aayla demanded, seeing nobody come to the opening. "Where am I? What happened to my men?"
"Most died to the Rakghouls, I'm afraid. Those that survived collected you and tried to reinforce their camp, but they were no match for Khem, and were slaughtered to the last," a voice replied. The feminine voice was worryingly familiar, but she couldn't focus as something burnt through her body.
As the figure spoke, she remembered something. As the pain was overwhelming her, she remembered hearing Bly shouting about Rakghouls before she collapsed.
"Why?" Aayla asked, a moment of pain filling her. "What have you done to me?"
"Ah, you noticed the runes? In truth, you are a test subject. You can feel it, can't you? Moving through your veins," the voice asked as her face moved to the silt, her eyes widening at the blue skin and hazel eyes staring at her. Her eyes.
But she was right. She could feel it, something coursing through her body as she glared at her captor. The fake Aayla's eyes moved to her body, but she used the moment of light to try and better examine her body as she looked over the runes carved into her skin.
"That would be the ground-up Warpstone I injected you with," the voice admitted easily, watching Aayla pant as she tried to focus. Something felt so very wrong, and the figure moved away as Aayla struggled. "Don't worry, I'll be back soon. I have a theory that Warpstone is incredibly addictive. Let's see how you manage a single day without any more."
Aayla shouted for them to return, but the slit was slammed shut and latched closed, and she was plunged into darkness again. The cold air struck her nude body as she tried to focus on an escape.
As the hours went by, she began to feel it. A need grew inside her as a cold sweat engulfed her. She meditated on the Force, but she found that the Force was no comfort at all as horrifying visions flooded her mind. With no natural light, she couldn't even start to guess how long she had been locked in this tiny cell, and the figure seemed happy to leave her to suffer for their experiment.
– Leontyne Saresh –
"I am a Senator of the Galactic Republic. I assure you, whatever ransom you desire would be paid," Leontyne tried, watching the Pureblood Sith stare at her as she shivered. She had no doubt that she had been written off as dead, and the Sith Apprentice named Kory had massacred her crew.
"Mhm. Maybe," the Sith agreed, a light smirk on his lips. "But a ransom is so… dull. I am Sarik, your new master."
"I am no slav-" Leontyne argued, cutting off with a scream as he pressed the button and triggered the collar around her neck. Her nice clothes had been stripped away and replaced with a black dancer outfit. The tiny, translucent strips of cloth barely covered her breasts, and a thin loincloth went down between her legs to cover her most private parts. Her legs and stomach were left utterly on display as the Sith looked at her in amusement.
"You are Leontyne Saresh, born into slavery on Ord Radama. Whether through your own cunning or another's sheer incompetence, you escaped during a riot when you were only fourteen. You fled to the Republic, joining the government and working your way up from Secretary to Senator," Sarik said, watching her rise to her feet once more. "Rags to Riches and then back to Rags. Your story ends how it began, in chains."
Her eyes glared up at him as he lounged on a throne. Of course the Sith had a throne room. He knew a lot about her, and she knew the suffering the Empire caused to its slaves. She had only been fourteen when she'd escaped, but that was old enough. She'd seen her family die in chains and been subjected to horrors no child should have to go through. She'd sworn never to go back and to fight the Empire until her dying breath.
"Do you think the Republic will take this lying down? I don't know how you drove the Rakghouls into their rage, but this is a clear violation of the fragile peace between us. Do you seriously think you can get away with enslaving a Republic Senator?" Leontyne asked, making him smile.
"Rakghouls? Ah, of course, you only saw the start of my little show," Sarik said, pulling out a datapad and tossing it to her feet. As she picked it up, she froze at the sight of a report from the Galactic News Network.
Taris, Lost.
It wasn't just Olaris. It was the entirety of Taris. Images of the giant, unnatural green storm that had engulfed the entire planet made her heart pound. Her own death was included in the article. A no-travel order for the entire system.
The article even named a culprit. Ki Sazen, Fallen Jedi and her cult of Niktos. Communications weren't entirely cut. Videos of Ki and her followers storming Olaris with an army of Rakghouls at their back had gotten out. Imperial Intelligence had worked fast, giving the Jedi Order a black eye while hiding the Sith's involvement.
She considered trying to send a message, but the datapad was pulled away without any warning as Sarik smiled proudly.
"Taris is done. I succeeded where Malak failed, and your little project is over. Taris will remain a monument of the devastation that the Sith can unleash, even if the majority of the galaxy will never know it." Sarik explained triumphantly. "You're dead, Senator. Nobody is looking for you, and you think anyone is going to pay attention to yet another Twi'lek in chains? Sure, some of the higher-ups in the Empire will know who you truly are, but for the rest of the Galaxy? You're just another slave."
Leontyne glared at her captor with rage, fully understanding that he had no desire to negotiate. He didn't care about the bargaining piece in his hands; he wanted a trophy. She was a prize to further his reputation by having a Senator as a slave.
"Don't look so surprised. You're right, after all. I didn't just spit on the peace treaty. I wiped my ass with it and tossed it into the toilet. You don't think I'd ever let you leave with a description of the true mastermind behind the final destruction of Taris, do you?" Sarik asked simply. "But I do have a choice for you, Senator."
"And what would that be?" Leontyne asked, staring at him with hateful eyes.
"I understand that many slaves who escape claim that they'd rather die than return, and in honour of your noble escape, I'll place that choice in your hands. Either I'm getting my dick sucked by a Senator, or I'm killing a Senator," Sarik drawled, her eyes widening as fury burned inside her.
"You bluff. I'm too valuable to-" Leontyne started, her eyes widening as her words were cut off. She was lifted off the ground, her hands moving to her throat as she felt an invisible force constricting around it. His hand was outstretched, but he still seemed bored as he watched her struggle and choke.
She tried to hold out, sure he was bluffing, but as her vision started to darken, she realised the truth. Killing a Senator was a feat worthy of boasting about. She was almost as useful to him dead as she was alive.
"W-wait," Leontyne gasped out, feeling her consciousness fading. "P-please."
He lowered his hand, and she collapsed to the floor. Gasping and heaving, she stared up at him with fearful eyes, realising the simple truth. He would kill her if she proved too… troublesome.
She hadn't come so far and worked so hard to die here. She went to rise, but with a gesture, he pushed her back down.
"Crawl."
Fury and indignation burnt inside her chest, but she considered her options. She had two paths before her. Serve and hope for another chance to escape, or fight and certainly die.
One had a chance for her to recover. The other saw her dead and forgotten.
True hatred filled her as she started to move on her hands and knees toward her captor. He had destroyed her hard work, ruined the Taris Resettlement Initiative and likely sunk her career with it, and he'd dared to slap a slave collar on her, even knowing her past.
But she knew his name and face. Clearly, this Sarik was a far more dangerous Sith than anyone knew. She needed to bide her time and get away and expose the Empire's part in the destruction of Taris. The war would reignite, and the Empire would suffer for their barbaric actions.
His legs spread, a smug smile on his lips as she got closer to his throne. A part of her wanted to attack him, his lightsaber within arms reach as she moved her hands to his trousers, but she knew better.
Even if she was armed and he wasn't, she didn't stand a chance. Force Users were just on a different level entirely. Her hands were shaking as she undid his belt, long-buried memories coming to the forefront of her mind as she extracted his cock from its confines.
Green fingers wrapped around a red cock, gently stroking him as she tried to suppress her rage with cold logic. She needed to bide her time. She needed to not be randomly executed by the Sith who had taken her prisoner. She had seen the horrors of the Sith, and knew that she was one mistake away from dying slowly, those burning eyes staring down at her as he raised an eyebrow in expectation.
He wanted her to prove she could obey, that she wouldn't be a problem. Swallowing her pride, she leaned forward and took the bulbous crown of his cock into her mouth as she closed her eyes.
– Sarik –
Leontyne Saresh is known for being very Anti-Empire. It's the platform that got her to the position of Senator, being a strident critic of the current 'peace' between our factions. It isn't just for votes either. She truly despises the Empire. The funny thing is that her constant opposition and uncompromising attitude are what got her 'entrusted' with Taris, a place where careers go to die.
Leaning back, I smile to myself as this hateful escaped slave tries to hide the rage growing inside her. Her lips glide along my shaft, rusty but skilled as she reasons with herself. Cold logic wars against heated emotion as she debases herself. Her collar is deliberately heavier than most, digging into her skin as a constant reminder of her position.
Vette and Taunt are better-looking, but Leontyne might just be the best at this. Unlike Vette, she wasn't lucky enough to escape before she was used as a pleasure slave. She's carried that rage for decades, but with some subtle prompting from me, those memories are fresh in her mind.
Purple eyes stare up at me for a moment, her features attractive despite her older age. The fury in them just entices me further as she skilfully swallows my cock.
Now I have a green, blue and red Twi'lek for my collection. Aayla is serving as my test subject for what happens when a Force user is addicted to Warpstone. I think I can use my runes to minimise the mutations she faces. Probably.
I do plan to interrogate both Elara and Leontyne with my Veritaserum as well, but that can wait as I grip her lekku and force her to take my shaft to the base. The Dark Council will know that she is the 'dead' Senator, which makes her a useful tool. Many Sith have killed Senators before, but actually keeping a Republic Senator as a slave? That's new, or at least extremely rare.
I don't want to break her. I want to keep that rage burning inside her because it is useful. Leontyne Saresh is known for her hatred of the Empire, and I want anyone who sees her to see that hatred still burning bright. It makes her more entertaining. More valuable.
It's funny. If she were Force-sensitive, she'd make a great Sith with the sheer rage I can feel inside her. All that ambition and fury. Instead, she kneels in my throne room in nothing but skimpy rags as she sucks the cock of the man who ruined her career and destroyed everything she's been working toward for several years.
100cp granted. 100cp total.
Dismissing the notification, I lean back and enjoy the moment of true triumph. Taris is mine, blocked off from the rest of the Galaxy, the Republic gained one hell of a black eye thanks to me letting Ki's attack get off-planet before I cut off communications, and now the Senator in charge of Taris is on her knees with my cock in her mouth.
Her tongue teases the tip of my cock, and with a gesture, her top comes undone and falls apart. Large, green breasts jiggle as she tries to stop herself from reacting. Her growing despair and shame are delicious, only adding to the sensations. As one escaped slave to another, I understand the rage she feels all too well, but she caused this the moment she decided to oppose the Empire.
Powerless as she is, she should have kept her head down and gotten a minimum-wage job on Coruscant's lower levels. She could have been ignored, but instead, she made herself a target without the strength to back it up. All she has are her words, and she can't use them with a cock in her mouth.
The sound of her slurping and choking echoes through the spacious gothic throne room, but even as she pleases me, she's trying to think of a way out. She's trying to think of a way to profit from this. If she can escape and expose my part in Taris, the war restarts and she's so convinced that the Republic would win. She's convincing herself that her obedience will hurt the Empire in the long run as she deep-throats me with increasing fervour.
She needs this reasoning. It's the only thing stopping her from breaking.
I don't hold back as she brings me closer to completion, giving her the reward she's working so hard for. With a grunt, my cock twitches, and she gets her first taste of Sith cum. Her eyes widen as I force her to swallow it, holding her lekku tightly as she takes my load. When I finally let go, she pulls back and the final spurt splatters against her cheek as she stares up at me in rage and shame.
"You really do have a silver tongue, Senator," I praise mockingly, her title turned to an insult as she remains kneeling between my legs. The cum on her cheek drips down her face, and onto her breasts, and with a wave of my hand, her loincloth comes undone and is pulled away. She flinches, knowing what is coming. "Follow me."
Rising, I walk away, and she goes to rise before I stop and turn to her. Lowering back down, she crawls on all fours like a beast as I lead her to the master bedroom, the massive red-silk sheeted bed waiting for us.
"On the bed, Senator," I order. I'm tempted to just throw her onto it, but making her present herself for me is even more damaging to her already fragile mind as she hesitates. A slight narrowing of my eyes makes her move, convinced that her life is at risk of ending at any given moment. She climbs onto the bed on her hands and knees as I watch her present her green ass to me. Despite her age, she's not lost the looks her race is known for as I finish stripping and move onto the bed behind her.
Gripping her hips, I pull her back as I line my shaft up and slide it against her mostly dry cunt. She doesn't get any additional warning before I thrust forward, claiming my first Senate pussy as she grunts in discomfort, hands gripping the sheets tightly. With her head forced into the bed, I show no mercy as I pound the uppity Twi'lek slave.
Calling for Vette and Taunt, I continue to fuck Leontyne until the door opens, and Vette enters with Taunt on a leash. She has been put in charge of her friend, and soon enough, I have a veritable rainbow before me.
…I swear I don't have a Twi'lek fetish. It's actually rather odd that I've ended up with four of them already. Leontyne can't escape getting a load of Sith cum straight into her womb, but she's probably past having to worry about that as I switch out for Taunt. Vette encourages me to fuck Taunt's ass while Leontyne remains quiet, hoping to go forgotten in the fun.
Spoiler alert: she doesn't get forgotten for long.
Feat Achieved: Fuck Senator Saresh, 50cp granted. 150cp total.
Once the fun is finished, I smile to myself. I leave Taunt and Leontyne chained up in their cells as Vette and I take a break.
"I've considered your offer, master. Please, buy my family and bring them here," Vette asks, naked as she leans against me.
"You don't want to free them?" I ask, making her shake her head. Make that six Twi'lek slaves.
"I thought about it, but the war is going to start again, isn't it?" Vette asks, and after a moment, I nod. The peace was never going to last. "When it does, it'll be safer to be your property than to be free. They'd have nothing. Even if you gave them a bunch of credits, they'd just be ex-slaves in an unwelcoming Galaxy, and not every ex-slave can become a Senator."
"You realise you'd be responsible for them, like Taunt?" I ask, and she snorts.
"Taunt didn't grow up in slavery. Mom and Tivva did. They've been slaves their whole lives. Serving a single master is a mercy. They won't run, and you're a better master than the fucking Hutt slimeballs that own them now. They'll understand how lucky they are," Vette promises, and I just nod.
"I'll see it done," I promise, kissing her on the head. Vette cuddles against me, a small smile on her face. "Honestly, we could use some cleaning staff around this place anyway."
"Your powers are so weird," Vette finally agrees as she looks around the room. "I thought you Force types just wiggled your fingers to make things float or shoot lightning. Since when do you Sith types pull entire castles out of thin air?"
"They don't, but they aren't me," I say with a smirk. As we relax, I reach out through my connections to check on things. Elara Dorne and Aayla remain in their cells, Kory is practising her new abilities, and Ki is securing Olaris and examining the changes to Taris.
Some of the Rakghouls are starting to look a little… rodent-like, and there are green rocks starting to grow in the area where I cast my ritual. Warpstone is starting to grow naturally on Taris, and the wildlife is being twisted by the Warp itself.
I'm sure it's fine, but I also think I'll let the Nikto examine it first.
And yes, as I expected, there are [Sengir Bats] starting to appear everywhere. Already, the Nikto Cult have begun to assume that the bats serve as my eyes, with Ki agreeing. It keeps them in line, not realising that Ki herself is my eyes.
Vette's family won't be much trouble. Neither of them are valuable slaves. Both are frankly a little used up. Sure, a Sith showing interest in them might make the greedy Hutts increase the price but I don't think I need to go myself for this.
Imperial Intelligence has sent me a message confirming their interest in the Veritaserum and offering me the services of one of their agents in exchange for a constant supply. I could have them collect the slaves, something that would be child's play for Imperial Intelligence to arrange. I could also ask Lord Zash since my success here has definitely benefited her as well, even if she has only been my master for a week.
Shit, I might just send Vette to do it herself. Call it a test of her loyalty if I want to deprive myself of her services for that long. Finally, I could summon Jansa again and use her as an intermediary.
I suspect she'd jump at a chance to have some extra freedom, and she might just be the Hutt's worst enemy when it comes to negotiating. A literal demon that specialises in trade is not someone you want to be haggling with.
Frankly, I suspect the Dark Council are going to want to talk to me soon, and I should probably make myself available instead of taking a detour to Nar Shaddaa and Tatooine.
– Satele Shan –
As the council meeting came to an end, she took a breath to centre herself. The situation on Taris looked bad for the Jedi Order, and the Republic was quick to shift the blame onto them when questions started being raised.
Ki Sazen had not caused that storm. She was a talented Jedi, true, but her skill was in lightsaber combat, and she was only somewhat impressive with the Force itself. She had no such powers. SIS believed she had been searching for a way to control the Rakghouls, but even if she had found the technology she was looking for, it just didn't explain the storm or the wound in the Force itself.
She had had to ban any Jedi who was not a Master from going into the system, as being close to that storm caused maddening visions. They had already lost people to it, a Padawan going insane in mere moments after their ship arrived in orbit and slaying his Master. Their Force Sight was blinded by the storm. The Master hadn't seen it coming.
She feared for the Jedi trapped on the planet itself. She could only imagine the horrors they were facing. Jedi Masters Ryen Ocera had taken their Padawan, Ashara Zavros, to Taris to teach her compassion amidst the destruction and warn her against the dangers of pride and the Dark Side. Instead, they found themselves trapped on the surface. Aayla was equally trapped, with no way off-planet. Any attempt to fly into the storm had caused devastating effects. Many ships didn't even make it into the storm, and some vanished outright.
Master Fey had even returned. The ancient Jedi had always followed the guidance of the Force more than she had the will of the Council, but she claimed the Force was calling her to Taris. Perhaps she was the best person to investigate this wound in the Force, but she feared how it would affect someone so utterly attuned to the Force.
Still, it wasn't the storm itself that was the main threat right now.
It was the PR mess that it had caused, much to her frustration.
Many believed that the Sith were involved, and to a degree, she agreed. The issue was simple. If the Sith were involved, the war had to start again, and the Republic simply was not ready. If they fought, they would most likely lose. It was not a thought she enjoyed, but it was a hard truth she had to face as the Grandmaster. They hadn't recovered, and with the Rift Alliance on the brink of breaking away from the Republic and devastating them, they just couldn't afford the war to restart so soon.
So, the Republic needed someone else to blame. They weren't going to take the blame, and Ki had once been a Jedi. Ki's attack on Olaris was one of the last things broadcasted before the storm cut off all communications. It was understandable that the public, who were demanding an explanation, were jumping to conclusions.
She still believed that the reports of Revan had to be linked, but without a way to get onto Taris itself, how could she confirm them?
Whatever happened, it was essential that they got to the bottom of whatever had caused the storm.
— Quest Section — VOTING CONCLUDED
How should Sarik get Vette's Family?
Use his influence with Imperial Intelligence to have them picked up.
Go himself, take a detour from Balmorra.
Summon the Daedric Merchant and send her into the Galaxy to collect them.
Ask Lord Zash to arrange it.
Send Vette to collect them herself.
Author's Note: No chapter next week since I'm away. Probably.
Written: 06/12/2024
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