Remi the Grey
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06.23.2012 , 10:49 PM |
Part 18. Scourge
Scourge paced the tiny corridor. The years had been interesting. A pureblood sith could not go unnoticed even in neutral territory; he was always viewed with fear and suspicion. Sometimes he would attract the attention of a young upstart Sith. Then he would have to move on, killing young upstart Sith always attracted the wrong kind of attention. He had not realized how easy it had been for him to move about in the Republic. All because the Jedi vouched for him, gently deflecting prejudice and fear. He thought about the last time he spoke to her. At the time he felt he did the right thing, he feared what would happen if the Emperor lived. As the years passed, he realized there was something else he feared, and
was the true reason he had pushed her away that day.
The door to Grey’s quarters opened. She ignored him, and went to the bridge. She had saved them all at great risk and expense to herself. He studied the bounty hunter, something had changed, her presence was more familiar. He extended his senses, there it was, she had touched the Force.
He followed her onto the bridge.
“We need to find someone, a former Jedi.” He began.
“Huh.” Remi replied. Her heart sank, there was only one thing they could have discovered on Dromund Kaas that would make them come looking for her.
The Emperor lives.
“Good luck with that.”
“Could you help us find her?” He asked thoughtfully. “You hunt people. This would be strictly catch and not kill.”
“I don’t do Jedi, especially not former Jedi.” She said turning to face him.
“I would pay anything.” His gaze went straight through her helmet catching her eyes.
How does he do that?
“What do you want her for?” She turned away running useless checks to avoid facing him.
“I want to apologize.” He said his voice surprisingly soft. She stopped fiddling with the console. Her voice did not work. He considered her a moment longer then continued. “I told her that without the Force she was nothing. I was afraid that she would be powerless when she was needed. I could not let that happen. ” He paused considering his next words, “That was not the only thing I feared. I believed she was leaving the Order so that she could remain at my side. I believe that she loved me.”
Remi snorted finding her voice, “Modest of you.”
He smiled his familiar feral grin, “When the emperor granted me immortality it changed me. My life became a living torment. At first, it was unbearable; the only thing that allowed me to endure it was remembering my purpose. I accepted immortality so that I would live to find the one who would defeat the Emperor. Over time, just picturing her face would help me to block the pain so that I could function as the Emperor’s Wrath. Finally, I no longer needed her, I felt nothing.” He did not admit that sometimes the pain returned. It began with a dull ache that settled in his chest the day after he brought Remi back from Nathema.
“To feel something, anything, could bring the pain back again. I fear that pain second only to what the Emperor will do.” He stepped closer to the bounty hunter. “But if I could see her face again, I know I could endure anything.” Another step and he stood next to her.
“Remi please,” he said, using her name for the first time since they had met. “Come back to me.”
She removed her gauntlets and put them aside. Then she unlocked her helm and pulled it off. Remi looked up at him, her yellow eyes bright with tears. He cupped her face in his hands, and brushed his lips against hers. She closed her eyes and pulled him closer, her lips parted in invitation. He tasted her tears, felt the softness of her skin, the warmth of her mouth, he experienced all the pleasures that for centuries he held only in memory, and for the moment, the pain subsided.
“Remi?” Doc said, with disbelief from the doorway.
Scourge pulled away breaking their kiss. Remi stared up at the Sith Lord she loved smiling. She waved her hand, her eyes never leaving his, and gently Force pushed the doctor into the corridor, the door slammed in his face. Scourge’s eyes glowed with approval. He leaned down to kiss her but she stopped him, her hand on his chest. “Does it hurt?” she asked softly.
A small smile touched his lips, “Some things are worth the pain.” He leaned in again and this time she did not stop him.