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08.20.2012 , 06:54 PM |
Remi watched from her bunk as a pair of acolytes kissed a few beds down. There did not seem to be any rules against fraternization among Sith pupils. Only the knowledge that the acolyte you slept with tonight could try to kill you in the morning kept the debauchery to tolerable levels. She turned her attention back to her datapad trying to tune out the sounds coming from the bunk above her. She gave up and headed to the training room.
She attacked the practice dummy viciously, this was the only place she felt free to use her emotions. It felt natural to use anger and hatred to make her stronger.
A footfall off from her own. The low hum of another practice blade. A whisper of air behind her. Remi did not need the force to sense danger. She spun and parried her new opponent’s attack.
The Sith pureblood smiled down at her. He was another acolyte, tall, handsome, and powerful. She knew of him though they had never spoken, with his power and pedigree everyone was certain he would be chosen to apprentice for someone important.
“You’re good,” he laughed as he used his leverage and greater body mass to press down on her blade, “Better than the others.” They were locked together separated only by swords, he forced their blades closer to her face but his eyes never left hers, his tone was teasing his expression almost playful.
Remi felt her pulse quicken, from the exertion of keeping his blade away and the compliment. She tested his strength a moment longer and added a touch of Force to push him away. She kept her blade in guard position and waited for his next move.
“Beautiful and strong,” He deactivated his saber and threw it aside carelessly, “The name is Ivalen.”
“Remi,” she said.
“Everyone knows you. You defeated the bandit stronghold, saved the slaves, and eliminated a top rival. I must thank you for that, by the way, he was too stupid to be a worthy Sith.”
She shrugged a shoulder and dropped the point of her blade but did not cast it aside. He laughed at her suspicion.
“Not all acolytes are treacherous by nature.” He put his hand over his heart pretending to be hurt. “Some of us find the mistrust and the maneuvering tiresome, but play the game or die, correct?” He stepped closer unarmed and relaxed, he touched her arm lightly. “Join me for dinner. It would be marvelous to speak with someone here who isn't trying to kill me to get ahead.”
“I thought you and Laika were together.” Laika had been an acolyte when Remi arrived, another Sith pureblood with the superior attitude to match. Ivalen had a number of women seeking his company, but Laika had been chosen as one of Darth Thanaton’s apprentices. No longer rivals, Laika and Evalien had taken a more serious tone to their relationship.
“My parents would like that to be true.” He wore a pained expression, “But they will forgive me when they see I found someone better.” He offered his elbow.
Remi blushed and allowed him to escort her to the dining hall. Ivalen made a show of being there with her. At first, she only pretended to ignore the stares then she genuinely forgot about them as he told her funny stories of his home world and early life. When they left he casually draped his arm around her shoulders. Remi did not notice a Sith pureblood watching them with hate filled eyes.
Ivalen did not escort her back to the dormitory wing; instead, he led her to a small room used for storage. It was dark and empty except for a tall stack of boxes in a shadowy corner. He pushed her inside grinning with anticipation. Remi was excited and nervous, she had never even been kissed and she had a feeling this Sith would not stop there. Ivalen slid his arms around her waist, she tilted her head back eagerly.
A footfall that was not theirs. A change in the air. The tensing of Ivalen’s arms. Remi gathered the force and pushed in two directions. Ivalen and someone else were flung away from her. The unknown person hit the wall with a sickening crack. He slid down the wall, a slave collar sparking around his broken neck, a crude cudgel slipped from his fingers.
She picked up the blunt weapon and faced Ivalen. He was alive but still dazed by his own introduction to the wall. She threw the cudgel at the man who had tried to seduce her. It hit his knee shattering it, he screeched and reached for the weapon, Remi pulled it back to her hand. She threw it again, this time shattering his wrist.
“A slave, Ivalen? Was that your plan? You kiss me and have a slave murder me.” She tilted her head waiting for an answer, when he only glared at her she threw the cudgel again narrowly missing his head.
“No, but kissing you was a necessary part of it, I’m glad I managed to avoid it.” He spat at her feet. “We only needed to incapacitate you, murder is not allowed between acolytes and everyone saw me with you. But if I carried you to your bed for everyone to see and one of my jealous lovers saw fit to eliminate you I could not be blamed.”
“Laika.” She snorted and threw the cudgel at his shoulder eliciting another scream. She stared at the weapon when it returned to her hand, heavy and effective.
“Even if she got caught, Thanaton would offer her some protection especially against former Jedi filth like you.” He sneered at her despite his disadvantage, “What will you do now? You can’t just kill me it’s still against the rules.”
Remi shrugged and pinned him against the wall with her power. She crouched in front of him and pressed her lips against his, her first kiss tasting of revulsion. “Turnabout is fair play.” She whispered in his ear. She saw the terror in his eyes before she knocked him out.
Lord Scourge had seen the Jedi wander off with the acolyte Ivalen. The boy was a petty schemer but if he served to unlock her emotions and her true power, he might prove useful. He walked to the training room to practice; no one ever used the rooms at this hour. He found the Jedi attacking a practice dummy. She looked up when he entered, and bowed briefly.
He picked up a practice blade and pointed at her. She nodded and they squared off. “I thought you would be with Ivalen right now.” He began with a basic set of attacks to warm up.
She snorted, and Scourge felt a surge of anger before she spoke. “He lacked stamina, he was knocked out before I was satisfied, it’s why I’m here.” Scourge raised an eyebrow at that. He tested her reflexes with a flurry of attacks. She parried and dodged them easily, her frustration enhancing her speed.
“I wonder then, why he has so many who trail after him, such as Laika.” He hinted, hoping the Jedi knew of the rivalry she had just created between herself and a powerful Darth’s apprentice. He sensed another surge of emotions.
“You would have to ask her,” Remi replied, “Perhaps she is more easily satisfied.”
Lord Scourge barked a short laugh and prepared to attack again, but a series of screams echoed down the hall interrupting their match. Curious, they followed the screams to the dormitory wing. The lights were on and dozens of acolytes peered into one particular bunkroom.
The crowd parted for Lord Scourge, Remi followed in his wake. Laika stood next to Remi’s bunk, her lightsaber still in her hands. She had lost her ability to scream but her mouth still opened and vague hissing noises escaped. She stood over Ivalen’s naked body. She saw Remi and pointed accusingly.
“He would never have stayed in your bed,” she rasped, “He never stayed.”
Remi shrugged smiling coldly, “I guess he liked me better.”
Laika launched herself at Remi, she wielded a lightsaber and Remi was only armed with a practice blade. Scourge wondered if the Jedi could defend herself against a lightsaber with a mere practice blade, he decided it was not worth the risk. He ignited his lightsaber and neatly beheaded Thanaton’s apprentice.
“Punishment for killing another acolyte.” He declared to one of the instructors who had finally made it to the room. The instructor nodded, Thanaton would not be able to punish the Wrath. He arranged for slaves to clean up the bodies.
“You've lost your bedmate.” Scourge eyed the naked pureblood.
Remi shrugged, “I’ll find another one. He wasn’t my first.”
In my longer Remi story, Scourge tells her that as a Sith she was insatiable. This is the reason he believed that and neither of them know the truth because Remi does not remember that time period.
Poor Remi, her first kiss sucked.
Also, she has a type. She loves the tall Sith purebloods
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