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08.29.2012 , 05:05 PM |
This is the Sith Warrior group that started with this
What If idea about Vette
Loyalty and Betrayal: Just another day being a Sith
1200 words or so.
SW Chapter 3 Spoilers
The kolto tank could barely contain the Talz. The respirator mask was not built for non-humanoids, they improvised with a tube hanging out of the tank. Without a medic she was working blind, the readouts from the monitors were a confusing jumble of numbers. Considering the Empire’s human-Sith centric mentality the monitors were probably incapable of reading anything too alien anyway.
She turned to the table where her apprentice lay. Her face was still and cold. She still wore the purple smears of makeup she favored in life, but without rage to mar her features she looked like a child playing with her mother's makeup. Lord Ninka had no idea what caused her apprentice and Broonmark to fight. She thought back to Vette murdering Quinn and wondered if some form of madness had affected her crew.
They left Vette on Tatooine that morning and docked at a supply station to refuel. She still needed to save Lord Vowran and defeat her former master. She wondered if it was possible without the crew she had learned to depend on. She wandered around the ship wondering if she should give up and run when she noticed Pierce sitting in the conference room. On the table in front of him was an unopened bottle of whisky and two shot glasses. He was waiting for her.
She walked into the room and sat as far away from him as possible. She put her lightsaber on the table and leaned back in her seat. He grinned at the display.
“Quite a day, my lord.” Pierce said acknowledging everything that happened in five words.
“Indeed.” She said managing to give an even shorter response.
He met her eyes and held them, “Quinn was working for Lord Baras.” He sat back and studied her expression. If he expected to get a rise out of her at this point he would be disappointed.
“Been talking to Vette have you?” She should have known Pierce would have a soft spot for the Twilek, he may not like aliens but she was a good fighter and loyal until that day and Pierce really did hate Quinn.
“Been talking to Baras.” He replied, “We all were.”
Lord Ninka suppressed her initial instincts to execute him. Instead she studied his scarred face. He knew she could kill him, he knew she was at the very point of breaking. She could not believe he would set this up just to get himself killed. He watched her face as she processed his words, somehow he knew the precise moment she was ready to hear more.
“Quinn was always his man, straight from Balmorra to your team. Jaesa took some convincing, but when Quinn told her that killing her parents was your decision and could have been avoided she went over. Baras promised Broonmark control over the Talz, turned out he couldn’t resist being clan leader again. He and Jaesa were having a little squabble about who would get to try to kill you next.”
Lord Ninka snorted at that. “And you?” She asked.
“He threatened to kill my daughter.” Ninka’s eyes widened at the revelation, she did not even know Pierce had a child. He finally broke eye contact to glance at the bottle. “He started contacting me after Quesh to test the waters. Fact is, my lord, the only person on this ship Baras knew he couldn’t corrupt is clinging to her life on Tatooine.”
Ninka looked at the ceiling and laughed. She would not cry yet, not until she was alone. “So you’re saying you would have betrayed me as well?”
“Didn’t say that,” Pierce said with disgust, “but with Quinn, Jaesa, and Broonmark, I’d have been dead if I didn’t play along, my daughter too. Quinn had you wrapped around his finger, Jaesa outranked me, and Broonmark took out a Sith so you know he’s got more power than he evidenced in the field.”
Lord Ninka scowled at the comment about Quinn but could not fault the Lieutenant’s logic. “How do I know you’re telling the truth?”
“You don’t, but we both know Baras will use my daughter against me even if I help him off you.” He captured her eyes again, “You’re the Wrath, chosen by the Emperor, and I swore myself to you not that deluded Sith who barely fits his armor. I’m telling you this now so that you know that I want him dead as much for me as for you.” He opened the bottle and poured two shots.
She considered the big man for a long moment. Running was not an option, if she must fight she needed allies, Pierce was as good as anyone. She force pulled the glass to her hand and knocked it back. Walking briskly out of the conference room she snapped Broonmark’s neck as she passed the medical bay.
“On to Corellia then, just the two of us.”
“At your command, my lord.” He replied heading to the bridge.
They were preparing to undock when the comm beeped, Pierce opened the channel.
“My lord,” the image of the station security chief bowed at her, “There is a Sith here requesting an audience.”
“Did he give his name?” Lord Ninka asked, thoroughly tired of surprises.
“No, my lord and he is already in the airlock, I just commed to warn you.” Pierce ended the transmission with disgust.
“If we take off he’ll be vented into space.” He suggested.
Ninka laughed, “No, Pierce. We’ll meet him, I need to kill something and Broonmark wasn’t satisfying.” Pierce grinned as he followed her to the exit.
The Sith knelt, head bowed, in the narrow corridor.
“I am here,” Lord Draahg said his head still bowed, “To offer whatever aid I can grant you against Lord Baras.”
“How is it that you still live?” She asked wondering what other former allies might still be alive.
He looked up, his once handsome face now made alien with a mass of implants and cybernetics.
“Darth Baras will not let me die. He rebuilds me and forces me to do his will as payment for my life. No more. I will fight at your side against him, if I fail, I hope my death will be permanent.”
Lord Ninka’s lips quirked with amusement, “You were more attractive before.”
“My punishment for too many failures.” His face could not quite manage a smile but the humor in his voice was apparent, “I was hoping I had more to offer you than my looks. You will need help against Lord Baras, you are the strongest Sith I have ever known, but even you cannot be in two places at once.”
For a moment Lord Ninka was almost crushed with unbearable sadness. Every ally she had ever known was only looking out for himself. He would turn on her at the slightest sign of weakness, they all would. There was only one person who thought of her first, and Ninka had thrown Vette away. She pushed the sorrow down, crushing it with her anger, weakness and affection would stop here. It was the way of the Sith and there would be no other life for her.
She drew herself up to her full height and raised her chin. “Very well,” she nodded at her new ally. “You will take orders from Captain Pierce. If you have a problem with that, speak up now.”
Lord Draahg bowed to them both, "He was the only one strong enough not to do Baras' bidding even with the threats against him. I can accept his command." She gestured for them to board.
“Captain, my lord?” Pierce asked following the Sith he would be commanding.
“A field promotion,” Lord Ninka confirmed, “We’re going to war.”
So my obsessive rotation will now be Scourge, Pierce, Kill/Maim/Humiliate Quinn repeat.
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