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09.11.2012 , 03:25 PM |
Goals and Ambitions
Spoilers for JK and SW
In this AU, the parents of two of my characters from the Short Fic thread (Esma and Skari) never left the Empire. Instead, their Force-sensitive daughter became a Sith. Names have been changed, or rather retained, from their childhood. Ukaita is Esma. Also, a couple other changes in this AU, namely Lord Scourge stayed on as Wrath, his vision while still involving Esma/Ukaita does not involve a Jedi, and I've magically made his life extra long (but not immortal) and no one can sense his emotions but he still has them. Ukaita's story somewhat mixes SW and JK, but Baras is a minor irritant instead of a major player.
At this point, Lord Scourge and Ukaita are enroute to take out one of the Emperor's cults which are trying to destroy life on a planet in a huge suicidal shindig. Very serious stuff...
"If I were Emperor, I'll tell you what I'd do. Pink. There would be pink cloth available in the Empire. I'd find whoever put out the edict that only red, purple, gray, and black were acceptable and string them up while I was at it."
"Oooo, and yellow, don't forget yellow," Vette said. She was laying on the bed in the ship's stateroom next to Ukaita's pink fluffy bunny, throwing popcorn in the air and then catching the pieces in her mouth. "It looks great against my skin, but I haven't found any in like forever."
Ukaita caught sight of a large form in the shadow right outside the door out of the corner of her eye as she pulled a pair of old dueling leathers out of the wardrobe.
"And then I'd smack all the fricking purebloods, just smack the living daylights out of them."
"I think some of the purebloods might have something to say about that," Scourge said, stepping into the room.
Ukaita looked towards the door with a sly smile. "I'm sure they would. They always have something to say when someone 'not of the blood' shows them up. It usually sounds like 'ow, ow, don't hurt me'." She gave Vette a look and the twi'lek muffled a laugh and bounced out of the door, taking her popcorn with her.
Scourge studied her. "Your species does not often produce Force-sensitives, the Sith bloodline does."
"A fact that has been made clear to me on many occasions, I assure you," Ukaita said, tossing a set of wrist braces onto the pile of leather on the bed, "I am seen as either a threat or a plaything. To be feared or lusted after."
"Which do you prefer?" he asked.
She laughed, "Clever. I'd rather be feared, but lust..." she walked toward him, her hips swaying, and leaned into his chest "...lust is fun."
Scourge's jaw tightened for a brief moment. "But neither lust nor fear is respect."
She tilted her head, tapping a finger on his chest. "Respect. That's an interesting desire for a Sith. Have any others?" She grinned and walked away from him.
"You play with fire, girl," there was a threat in his voice.
"One of my favorite pastimes," she said teasingly, "Along with planning my ascension to Emperor."
"If you're done," he said firmly, "it is time to stop this cult from destroying life on this miserable planet."
Ukaita began unzipping the robe she wore and dropped it to the floor. Behind her she heard a curse and then the stomping of feet.
Scourge could hear her laughter follow him down the hall.
Author's Note: This is the story from the Short Fic thread that started this AU:
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