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07.19.2012 , 12:08 PM |
Weekly Challenge: Catching-up
Title: Thank You
Sith Inquisitor Darth Apostas (Assassin)
Darth Apostas sat quietly in the darkened room. Her posture erect, her legs crossed under her flowing black robe. She clasped her hands in her lap, one atop the other, resting peacefully on the elongated hilt of her saberstaff. Under the shadowy hood her shrouded face was expressionless as her cold, unblinking eyes stared straight ahead. Her narrowed vision focused on the sealed door, unwavering.
She felt the airlock door open, and the familiar dark aura of her quarry permeated throughout the Fury-class ship. Reaching out with the Force, she could easily hear the footsteps that trekked across the ship’s floor. Darth Apostas registered every step taken in the ship, knowing full well where her target walked all the while concealing herself in the naked darkness of her current room.
Soon the footsteps neared the private room in which Darth Apostas waited. The nonchalant movements by which the owner walked through the ship told Darth Apostas she was still hidden.
But not for long.
The footsteps stopped at the door to the cabin.
Here we go.
The door hissed open and in walked a slender, dark figure. The light from the ship’s corridor’s veiled the facial figures of the robed sith, but Darth Apostas knew without a doubt this was who she was looking for. There was no mistaken the dark side passions given off by this pureblood.
When Darth Apostas immediately recognized the figure, she released her concentration, dropping the Force shrouding her presence. Instantly, the other sith pulled back her hood and brandished her lightsaber. The bright crimson blade ignited in the blackness, a singular and eerie source of light against the bleak darkness.
“I know you’re in here,” the armed woman called out.
“You know I’m here because I allowed you to know.”
Darth Apostas waved her left hand, throwing a flicker of the Force into the cabin’s lights. The dim light slowly washed away some of the engulfing darkness, but statues and artifacts that aligned the room drew various strange shadows across the walls of the compartment.
, thought Darth Apostas.
Uncrossing her legs, Darth Apostas slowly stood up, gripping her saberstaff in one hand. She raised her head and with her free hand pulled back her dark hood. Long, bold red hair flowed out from behind her hood. Her young features were painted beautifully on her slightly paled skin. Her thin lips curled into a small smile while her yellow eyes beamed directly at the sith pureblood standing across from her.
“Greetings, Darth Strenua,” spoke Darth Apostas.
The sith pureblood slowly raised her head at the unexpected intruder. Darth Apostas saw her more clearly now. Her narrow head and sharp facial features were instantly recognizable, with two pairs of boney figures jutting out from her lower jaw and near her temples. Her hair was a light red, short and groomed to her self-suited style as a sith. Her fierce, yellow eyes returned Darth Apostas’ solemn gaze.
“Darth Apostas,” the sith replied. “My lord,” she said with a slight nod of her head without taking her eyes off the intruder. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”
“Oh, I assure you, Darth Strenua, in this little meeting the pleasure is all mine.” Darth Apostas began her small walk from the chair across the cabin floor, keeping her distance from the sith. Darth Strenua began her stroll as well, keeping both her distance and her ignited lightsaber at ready.
“In fact,” continued Darth Apostas, “I came here to thank you.” She stopped walk and turned to face the red-skinned sith.
Mirroring the Darth Lord, Darth Strenua halted and turned as well. “For?”
Darth Apostas gave the briefest of smiles before responding. “You see, it was you all those years ago who started me on this grand journey,” she explained with an upturned palm. “You who saw the raw power that was still locked away within me. You who set me on this course to unlock my full potential and reach the position I have now.”
“You honor me, my L-” Darth Strenua began.
“I am not yet finished,” Darth Apostas interrupted. Any pretenses of formality had vanished in that instant. The slowly building unease between the two women exploded in a final looming disquiet. The tension in the room seemed to gather more strength the longer they stared each other down, and became so palpable one could just have easily cut with her lightsaber.
“It was also you who tore me from the body of my mother with her hands still warm. It was you who subjected me to the trials of the Korriban Academy when you should have killed me and ended my suffering. You who prolonged my agony as I came to learn the truth of all that I am. And now I am here to put that agony to rest.”
The threat lingered heavily in the air. Darth Apostas’ fist wrapped tighter around the saberstaff in her hand. Her even breathing turned deeper as her rage at the sith woman before her began mounting. She felt the sith’s similar draw upon her passions and the Dark Side of the Force, building towards the eventual confrontation both knew was imminent.
Without warning, Darth Strenua roared in fury and charged the defenseless assassin. But Darth Apostas was ready.
In the blink of an eye, Darth Apostas had her free hand raised at the oncoming attacker, and with the pulse of her hand the lunge had ended just as it had begun. The quick jolt of Force Lightning stopped Darth Strenua in her tracks as her body seized from the crackles of the deadly power.
When the jolt ended, Darth Strenua fell to her knees. Recovering quickly, she quickly looked up at her target to lunge again. She was not given the chance.
Darth Apostas stretched out her open hand and immediately unleashed more Force Lightning on the prone sith. As waves of the deadly electricity cascaded over the sith’s body, she began to cry out as the heated energy began to sizzle her skin and boil her armor. As the kneeled sith tried in vain to fight against the unrelenting torrent of lightning, Darth Apostas narrowed her vision and brought all her fury into the stream of voltage.
It became too much for the weakened Darth. She suddenly she flopped backwards, and the might of the Force Lightning lifted her back and threw he against the fuselage of the ship. Her lightsaber flew from her hand, the red blade disappearing into the deactivated hilt.
Darth Apostas relented to see the smoke rise from the tortured body. Darth Strenua crumbled against the cabin’s wall, her breathing irregular as she fought against the searing pain.
Darth Apostas casually approached the sith cowering against the wall, her yellow eyes locked on the broken body on the ground.
“Mercy, my Lord,” begged Darth Strenua when she saw the Darth walking towards her. “You said so yourself. Without me, you would not have become so powerful. Please, let me help you so you can become even more powerful! Please…”
“Mercy?” Darth Apostas asked as she towered over the sith pureblood. She lowered herself to a knee in front of Darth Strenua. “No. Pay heed to the Sith Code that you cherish so much. You have outlived your usefulness.” Her unflinching gaze remained on the sith as she spoke the next word. “Khem?”
Suddenly the hulking Dashade materialized from the shadows of the room. He unsheathed his large vibrosword as his thunderous footsteps marched towards the pair of women.
Darth Apostas watched as the sith’s eyes went wide with terror. Her dark pupils dilated at the sudden emergence of the huge creature. Darth Apostas managed a slight smile at the sheer terror that had embraced Darth Strenua.
“Yes, little Sith,” the creature growled when it stood before them.
Staring directly into the frozen face of the sith, Darth Apostas commanded, “She’s all yours.”
Darth Strenua turned back to the woman in front of her. “Please, my Lord! Please! No!”
Darth Apostas stood silently and walked towards the door of the cabin, ignoring the final prayers of the pureblood. She closed the door behind her and walked to the airlock as the pleas continued to sound out and fall on deaf ears. As she reached the exit to the ship, the pleas had to turned to blood-chilling screams. And suddenly they were silent.
The ship turned deathly quiet. Without looking back, Darth Apostas opened the door and left.