Ooooooh! My goodness, my goodness!

Elliah

 

 

Avacynne got out of her bunk in the youngling dormitories, she would normally go wake Teah, but tonight she had other plans. She had finally figured out where it was, the records room, where they kept birth records, death records. She wanted to know their names, her parents, the ones that abandoned her. She wanted to find them, see their faces and ask them why, why didn’t they want her. The temple was quiet, with a handful of sentries keeping watch at night. There was now sentries posted at the dormitory doors, thanks to Avacynne and Rateah’s antics, Ava wasn’t heading for the door anyways, she climbed up the window ledge, planted her hands and legs into the familiar grooves, and climbed up, she saw the dark outline of the window she was heading to, and she climbed up, with the confidence and nimbleness of one who had done this many times.

 

 

Elliah, couldn’t sleep, she felt off balance. She had meditated and stretched as she normally did, but she still felt restless, she missed Felix, had he been there, he would have taken care of her restlessness, he would have tired her out and they would have both been sleeping quite happily by now. He was still on Nar Shaddaa, not much had changed in a week, the spacedocks were being held captive by an extremist anti Cartel group. That was all they had discovered, diplomacy was not going well. She got up and wrapped a robe around her, maybe a walk would help.

 

 

Lieutenant Felix Iresso, signaled with his hands to the other republic troops creeping quietly towards their objective. Two guards, one sniper above, flank left. He pulled out his vibroknife, they didn’t want to lose the element of surprise, a squad had already been taken, three dead, the rest captives, with the rest of the civilians who had been unfortunate enough to be in the spaceport at the time the terrorists had attacked. The sergeant gave the signal and the two soldiers popped up, grabbing the guards from behind, the vibroknife slide across flesh, silent, the only noise being the soft wet gurgling of blood as the man died. Felix would have felt bad for the Peoples Freedom, had they not resorted to terrorist tactics, they had bombed the Promenade, and rigged the spaceports to blow. They had captured and killed a Hutt, on a live holo feed no less, which ended all chances for diplomacy, they had taken hostages, and were now threatening to start executing them if they’re demands weren’t met. The demands being the complete and total dismantling of the Hutt Cartel, for them to return Hutta to the Evocii, and for each and every Hutt to stand trial for their crimes. It was never going to happen. The third soldier reached the sniper, then gave the signal for the all clear. The pressed on towards their third bomb, they needed to dismantle it and four more before they could make a move to save the hostages, and take down the leadership. It was shaping up to be a long night.

 

 

 

Avacynne climbed back into the Temple, on the top floor. She spied a knight out for a late night walk, and ducked into the shadows, he stopped furrowed his brows, stood a moment longer and kept walking. She padded softly towards the door she was looking for, hugging the walls. The door was unguarded, the jedi used the honor code, trusting each other to do what was right. Ava smiled, and slid her small body into the large room. Holocrons, hundreds, maybe thousands of them, lined the walls and tall shelves. Ava bite her lower lip, there was a terminal, she went to it, needing to get up on her tippy toes to see. She searched her name, and was given the location of the pertinent holocron, she made her way to where it was stored.

 

 

 

Elliah walked the halls, and met a young Twilek knight when she reached the top floor, he nodded kindly to her, and they exchanged pleasantries. He was being sent to Balmorra the following day to help with the reconstruction, it was his first assignment, and he was anxious. Elliah wished him well, and the two parted. She walked the wide circle of the upper level, and she almost missed it, the door to the records room was ajar. She poked her head in, looked around the large dark room, and called out, “Hello?”, there was no answer, she spied a blinking terminal, Master Minah was getting old, Elliah remembered and probably forgot about it. She went in to turn it off.

 

 

 

Felix and the rest of his squad reached the final bomb, it had been a grim business, but it was almost over, they were that much closer to bringing the insurrection to a close, and he was that much closer to getting back to Elliah. Their bomb specialist went to work dismantling it, he covered the way they came. Some minutes later, he heard the crack of the arming mechanism being crushed underfoot by the bomb specialist. The bombs were too big to transport, but they left them inert, the major components broken, so that they could not be re-armed, at least not quickly he had been assured. He heard them before he saw them, the heavy footsteps of more terrorists. “We have company.”

 

 

Avacynne wasn’t alone, she heard the voice, the footsteps inside the big room. She was half way up one of the giant shelves, unable to bring the holocron down to her using the force, she froze, daring not to breath. Her heart was pounding in her head. She was running out of time, so she crept quietly up, she could see it, just out of reach, a little higher, her fingers brushed the softly glowing cube, a little more, and she was grasping it in her hand. As quickly as her free three limbs could carry her, she scrambled down, cradling the holocron, careful not to make a sound, careful, so careful. She heard footsteps, coming closer, she needed a terminal, she had come so far, she needed to know, she had to get the information she had come here for.

 

 

 

Elliah’s heart dropped, the name in the search was Avacynne Auren, She knew then what was happening, what that little girl was after, she wanted to know who her parents were, Elliah had to stop her, it would only cause more pain, she hurried to the location the terminal had identified, it was already gone.

 

“Avacynne? Please stop, this will only cause pain.” She called out, hoping the small girl would listen. “Avacynne, I know you’re in here, return the holocron, let’s talk.” She turned a corner in the back of the room, she saw her, such a tiny figure, the holocron was in the terminal, displaying it’s contents. “Avacynne, come away from there.” Elliah spoke gently, she saw her little body, shoulder shaking, she found what she was looking for and she was crying. She came closer, was going to put an arm around the little girls shoulders, she spun around, and Elliah could feel the anger, the pain, the hurt.

 

“It’s you” Anguish in Avacynnes voice. “You, you’re my mother, what did I do?” she wailed, “why didn’t you want me?”

 

Elliah was stunned, was she really her daughter? Her heart went out, her memories, the birth, her own pain of losing her, thinking what she did was for the best.

 

“I wanted you more then life itself child” Elliah dropped to her knees, “but I was in no position to give you the life you deserved, I broke into a million pieces the day I gave birth to you, but I knew you would have a better life in the temple, then with a single poor teenage mother. I had nothing , I had no one, and I think about the baby I gave up every day, I looked for you everywhere I went, I didn’t even know I had a daughter until just now.” Elliah wanted to take this troubled girl in her arms, hold her forever.

 

“I hate you” Avacynne spat out, and she ran, she ran as hard as her skinny legs would take her, tears falling down her cheeks, she had to get out, she wanted to leave, she hated her, with all her heart, all she ever wanted was a mother and a father who loved her, and she chose this, the jedi, the force, instead of her, her mother didn’t want her and she hated her for it.

 

Elliah took the holocron out of the terminal, and there mocking her, where the names, Elliah Doolaaren and Kahrn Gideion, followed by Avacynne Auren – Daughter. Her heart broken, raw as the day she gave birth to that tiny baby.

I'm in suspense!

Ardyth

 

 

Quinn watched the freighter take off, his daughter safely aboard, he allowed himself a moment of relief. Ardyth would not reach her. He looked down at the Chiss agent, Shiloh, he rolled her over with his booted foot. Her breathing was shallow, angry red purple bruises on her face, the wound on her knee was oozing, he observed her with the skilled eyes of a field medic and pulled out his kolto injector, and gave her the bare minimum, to slow any infection that might take root. He then slung her over his shoulder and headed for the door.

 

“What about the birds?” Vette inquired, chirping at the brightly feathered chicks.

 

Quinn pulled out his blaster with his free hand, and with two decisive and well aimed shots, killed them both. “They didn’t survive the journey” then holstered his weapon.

 

“I was STANDING right there Quinn!! A little warning!” Vette whined and chased after him

 

They made it through the spaceport with the unconscious Chiss, with little to no questions, assassination attempts were common place on Drummond Kass, and the Emperor’s Wrath had more than her fair share of enemies, an attempt on her husbands’ life was expected. They got into the speeder hefting the limp body into the back seat and left. Quinn pulled over on the lonely Jungle road, it was prime Mandalorian hunting ground, with a healthy Gundark population. Quinn took Shiloh out of the back seat, both getting soaked in the downpour, he left her on the side of the road.

 

“I thought you said you weren’t going to kill her?” Vette asked curiously.

 

“I didn't”

 

 

Ardyth was sitting at her vanity, putting an ornate golden piercing through a cheek ridge, the effect was lovely, accenting her bright yellow eyes, and her cheek bones. Simple black trousers, a dangerously low cut blue blouse and a long sleeved black bolero, she smelled of temple lily perfume, a scent reserved for sith. Her gold jewelry tinkled gently when she turned her head to see her husband, soaking wet and muddy.

 

“Malavai?!” she said, taken aback. It was rare to see him less then perfectly presented.

 

He peeled the wet clothing off and Ardyth admired the view, she would need to wait, her body needed time to recover from the birth, but watching his lean and well muscled body move, droplets falling from his hair, meandering down his chest, her passion and desire flared. Ardyth looked forward to trying to get pregnant again. His cool blue eyes caught hers, and he gave her an intense look, she could feel anger in him, passion, pain even, the business of the abomination had been difficult on him, but he was strong, she stood up. Quinn held a towel around his waist, wanting a hot shower. They were expected for lunch with his father in law. Ardyth ran a finger up his cool chest, wrapped a hand around the back of his neck and kissed him, tasting his suppressed emotions, hate mingled with love, disgust mingled with desire. Ardyth took perverted joy in his conflict. He was hers, this man, hopelessly hers, even when he hated her with his whole being, he loved her. Ardyth remembers the feelings well, she had felt as he felt once. He would get no pity from her.

 

“Go take your shower, my husband, father is expecting us in two hours.” She breathed into his ear. She left him in their chamber, standing naked, towel at his feet, boiling in emotion.

 

_______

 

 

Lord Kaervrek waited at the restaurant tall, imposing, emanating dark energy, he was darkly handsome, his deep red hair had flecks of grey, great silver beads adorned his cheek tendrils, and when he smiled it was the smile of a predator. He saw his daughter on the arm of her husband, she walked with grace and confidence, her husband was in tailored pants and jacket, his shirt was tailored as well, the top button of his shirt was undone, after all lunches were casual, he matched her stride for stride, head held high. When they reached him, Ardyth embraced her father, kissing his cheeks. Quinn gave a respectful bow. Kaervrek still had his doubts about him, but his daughters power flared brightly when she was with him. He would be tolerated. His rank however would not be.

 

When they were seated and a bottle of wine ordered, he tossed the Major pin on the table. “My son in law, and the husband of one of the most powerful Siths in the Empire, needs a rank fitting of his stature, you will be a Moff one day Malavai.”

 

Ardyth smiled, both her and her father had lobbied high command to promote Quinn, she was pleased they came through, it had been an easy choice, yes, she had influenced the decision, but Quinn was also a gifted officer, deserving of the new rank.

 

“Thank you, my Lord” Quinn took the pin in hand, he rubbed his thumb over the insignia, he felt dirty, it was ill gotten, but he was pleased none the less, Moff, Moff Quinn, he was more than qualified, High command would be stupid not to give him such a posting. His name was rising, his pride and ambition, puffed him up. He took his glass of red wine, and toasted with his wife and father in law. He would be alright, more than alright, he and Ardyth would have more children, their plans would get back on track.

 

His daughter was alive and safe, as was he, the Emperor was just.

Edited June 18, 2012 by Earthmama

Ardyth

Ardyth ran a finger up his cool chest, wrapped a hand around the back of his neck and kissed him, tasting his suppressed emotions, hate mingled with love, disgust mingled with desire. Ardyth took perverted joy in his conflict. He was hers, this man, hopelessly hers, even when he hated her with his whole being, he loved her. Ardyth remembers the feelings well, she had felt as he felt once. He would get no pity from her.

 

 

THIS.... OMG THIS.... incredible.

Shiloh

 

 

 

Shiloh woke, slowly, only one eyes opened, the swelling keeping the other stubbornly shut, she felt the cool rain on her face, she realized she was wet everywhere, the dampness penetrating to her bones. She shivered, her knee was throbbing, she rolled onto her side and her ribs groaned their displeasure, she had been in similar situations, she grit her teeth and propped herself up on her arms, surveying her surroundings. Jungle, wet muddy Drummond Kaas jungle, she moved her good leg under her, only to slip in the mud, jarring her already tender body. Shiloh swore, Vector had offered to come with her, but she didn’t want him to be there, she didn’t want anyone to be there, to help take part in the death of an innocent. She needed them now, she needed Vector, she needed Lokin, hell she needed Kaliyo and Temple, not Scorpio though, she would probably just watch Shiloh suffer in fascination, noting how weak and fragile her body was.

 

She finally managed to stand up, balancing most of her weight on her good leg. She heard, then smelled the Gundark before she saw it. She cursed Quinn, then Lord Ardyth, she set her jaw, and her wet hands were made into fists her weapons gone, Quinn neglecting to return them to her. The beast snorted, and growled, lumbering towards her, it’s large muscled body glistened in the rain, it’s breath coming out in puffs of steam. Shiloh would fight, she was never one to give up. She remembered nearly two years ago, armed to the teeth but helpless, her mind bending, unable to control what she did, who she hurt, the word. She remembered her darkest moment, pistol against her head, wanting it all to just stop, so tired, so filled with rage she couldn’t express. His voice, Watcher X, beyond the grave, coaxing her to fight, not to give up, how she regretted his death in those moments. Shiloh had survived Jadus, she had survived the mind control, she had survived Hunter, she would survive, or she would die trying.

 

The beast saw her, small eyes wild, twisted by the evil that permeated this planet. It was hunting, and it scented her blood, easy prey. It snarled, Shiloh’s lip curled in response.

 

“Come on then” She said.

 

The beast charged her, Shiloh side stepped, ignoring the pain in her knee, she swung a well aimed fist at the beasts eye, it stumbled back, and screamed it’s anger. The Gundark knashed it’s teeth and swung one of it’s large fists at her, Shiloh ducked out of the way barely, swinging again at the jugular. Her fist connected reverberating down her arm. She turned swinging her left elbow upwards, connecting with the sweet spot directly below the jaw. The beasts large fist finally connected with her, the rest of her ribs craking in turn, she was thrown to the ground, her head hit something hard, her breath caught in her throat. The gundark was on her then, searching for a soft morsel to bite into. Shiloh’s arm went up instinctively protecting her face, the beast bite down. Shilow felt sharp teeth tearing into flesh, a powerful jaw that would snap and grind bone. Shiloh screamed out and her other fist went for the eyes again, she tug her fingers into the soft jelly there, squeezing with every ounce of strength she had left, she felt her fingers seep in, felt the fluid running down her knuckles. The beast released her arm, it’s large hands batting at its face, Shiloh scrambled, trying to get to a standing position, but her body rebelled, the mud robbing her feet and hands of their grip. Fight. The Gundark lunged again, caught Shiloh at an awkward angle, she was on her side, arms pinned down, she felt the stench of its breath, choking her, the weight of the beast stole her breath away.

 

 

The gundark slumped, its attack ended, the beast’s eyes rolled back into its head. Shiloh smelled burned flesh, it was dead. Somehow Shiloh was still alive. The beast rolled off of her, and she breathed long deep breaths, adrenaline still pumping, keeping her broken body from feeling anything. Two armor clad figures strode up to her, a rifle slung over each of their shoulders. One removed their helmet, revealing a heavily tattooed face. He knelt in front of her, her red eyes were wild, her body was shaking.

 

“That was a hell of a fight, sorry we didn’t reach you sooner cyare. There aren’t many who could take on a gundark single handed like you did.” He sounded impressed, pulled out a Kolto injector, Shiloh jumped at his touch. “It’s just Kolto, you’re in bad shape, I’m not here to hurt you.” She allowed him to inject her, then nodded her appreciation. “Come on then, let’s get you out of here, you’re in shock.” He picked her up like a ragdoll, she clutched her mangled arm.

 

“Vector Hyllus” she said, her voice felt very far away, “please.”

 

“What’s your name cyare?” He asked, knowing to keep her awake, to keep her talking.

 

“Shiloh Chint’aro” Shiloh replied.

 

She closed her eyes, she was tired, her head resting on the tattooed mans chest. She heard him speak to his companion in a language she couldn’t place. She concentrated on her breathing, Shiloh was a survivor.

 

 

Vector was at the Citadel when he got the call, he and Eckard Lokin had agreed to show Brynn and Kianna the sights, he was eternally grateful to Eckard. His charm had won over Shiloh’s mother almost instantly, she was blushing and giggling like a school girl, Vector, hung back with Kianna, who was mortified by her mother’s antics.

 

“Are you Vector Hyllus” A rather large tattooed Mandalorian asked.

 

“We are” He answered curious, suspicious.

 

“Me and my hunting party found your friend Shiloh, fighting off a Gundark in the jungle with her bare hands. She’s in bad shape, she asked for you. Our medic is looking after her, but she’s going to need a tank. Soon” Vector scented Eckard come up behind him.

 

“Go get her Vector, I’ll bring the girls home and ready my clinic. Be swift.” Dr. Lokin furrowed his brows, there would be time enough to ask questions, he wanted Shiloh near him and safe. She was like the daughter he never had. He put a comforting arm around Kiannas shoulders.

 

Vector nodded, and climbed into his speeder rushing to his mate, the hive was abuzz with questions, concerns, they had come to be quite fond of her as well. They should have insisted on going with her, they were Dawn Herald, they could have helped. Vectors mouth was set in a frown, the speeder needed to move faster.

 

He reached the camp and was greeted by the same Mandalorian who he had spoken to, not one hour earlier. He stood a solid foot taller than Vector.

 

“She’s a warrior, your woman, didn’t seem right to let the beast win after the fight she put up.” The large man said with more than a little respect.

 

“We thank you” Vector replied, pulling back the tent door, he saw her, he suppressed a fit of anger, her aura was dull, pulsing faintly. Her body was a mess, he hoped her spirit fared better, remembering what she had gone through shortly after they met. He hurried her back to their friend, Lokin. She was safe now.

Edited June 19, 2012 by Earthmama

Om nom nom. These stories are so delicious! Edited June 19, 2012 by MilaniGrey

Ainsley

 

 

 

Ainsley maneuvered the ship through the sky scrapers of Nar Shaddaa, hailing the spaceport. She was running dangerously low on fuel, and needed to land, having already circled a half dozen times. She was getting no reply from the control tower.

 

“Damn Hutt lackeys” she muttered before trying again, “This is XF Freighter call sign Weather Light, requesting permission to land, we are dangerously low on fuel, Control, an answer would be appreciated!”

 

Finally the com crackled to life “Uhh, yeah, you can land in hangar bay 14….”

 

“Must be a new guy” Ainsley remarked to Akaavi.

 

The ship landed in the appointed hangar bay, Ainsley, settled Mitka into a sling and the two woman made their way to the ship exit.

 

“Take care of the fuel Kaavi, I’ll take munchkin here and grab some food and baby stuff” The door hissed, releasing its seal, then opened. They were greeted by three Evocii pointing blasters at them.

 

“We are the Peoples Freedom, we have control of Nar Shaddaa, your ship was flagged as a known smuggler ship, with previous dealing with the Hutt Cartel. You are to face justice!” one of the small Evocii declared.

 

Ainsley sighed, of course, “Wouldn’t be a proper trip without a bit of crazy eh Kaavi?”

 

Akaavi smirked, “I was starting to think we might get away with no crazy this time.”

 

Ainsley turned her attention back to the three standing in front of her, she noticed two still had the safeties on their rifle up. She felt for the plight of the Evocii, she really did, she had met her fair share, and sadly most had vacancies between the ears.

 

“You kids are aware that Nar Shaddaa is also called the SMUGGLERS moon right? It’s kind of our bread and butter. As for the Cartel, I don’t like the slugs, but in my line of work you have to deal with them. So why don’t you put the guns…”

 

“She confessed! You admit to conspiring with the Hutts, for taking part in the oppression of the people!” the second Evocii announced looking very triumphant.

 

“Hey now, I never oppressed anyone! Or conspired with any Hutts!” The second part of her statement might have been a lie.

 

“But you’re a smuggler!” said the third.

 

Mitka grunted, and whined, she was getting hungry.

 

“Is that a Sith baby? A smuggler and a sith lover, and a Hutt lover!! You’re crimes are many, you will come with us!” The first declared.

 

“This is getting old” Ainsley rolled her eyes, she grabbed the barrel of the only rifle that was a threat, flicked it backwards into the Evociis face, knocking him down her gangplank, the other two attempted to open fire, and were shocked when the rifles didn’t work. Akaavi relieved them both of their weapons and they went tumbling down after the first.

 

Ainsley drew her pistols and the two woman made their way down into the hangar. They were greeted by a dozen armed men, this time they were led by a rather large Nautolan, much to Ainsley’s dismay. Nautolans weren’t so dumb. They couldn’t fight their way out of this one, not with the baby in the sling like that.

 

“Relieve them of their weapons and put them with the other hostages.” Ordered the large blue alien.

 

They were led to a series of large pens the Hutts used for slaves, they were full of people, of all kinds. They were placed in a pen with a handful of men, Ainsley took a closer look, uniforms, Republic military. Crap.

 

She noticed an Evocii picking up one of her pistols.

 

“Hey!! Hey you, keep your dirty fingers off Sparkles!!” She yelled at the man, he actually put it down and ran off.

 

“Idiot.”

 

“You named your gun Sparkles?” Asked a tall officer, he had short auburn hair, freckles, a couple of facial tattoos and kind green eyes.

 

“I didn’t, my husband did, she was a gift.” Ainsley answered back, letting her eyes take in the handsome view.

 

“Captain Ainsley Isiz” She extended her hand.

 

“Lieutenant Felix Iresso” He replied and shook it.

 

Ainsley learned from the Lieutenant what was going on, bombs, hostages and a dead Hutt. The demands were ridiculous. Mitka started to cry in earnest. Their captors had taken the diaper bag along with her weapons, she had nothing to give the hungry baby.

 

Within ten minutes the hangar was full of the screaming cries of a hungry newborn. The other hostages covered their ears, she saw the sympathetic looks of other mothers. Mitka cried so hard that she now needed a diaper change, Ainsley did her best to calm her new daughter, but there was nothing she could do. She knew exactly what needed to be done, but their captors prevented it.

 

“Would you shut that baby up!”

 

“Give me back her diaper bag and I will, you putz!” she replied angrily .

 

“I could just shoot the little Sith” the thug threatened.

 

“Give her the damn bag!” Hollered the Nautolan

 

Bag returned Ainsley changed and fed Mitka, she settled almost instantly. Ainsley was telling Iresso how she came to have her, she dropped the now empty bottle into the diaper bag, and a blanket shifted inside revealing two more pistols. Their eyes met, and Ainsley and the lieutenant smiled, thankful for the dim wits of the Evocii.

 

Authors note:

 

Elliah

 

 

 

The girls had disappeared again, Elliah was a mess. She had confirmation from the jedi guarding the dorms that she had returned, but both Avacynne and Rateah had been gone in the morning. So far there were no leads, all Elliah could hear in her head was Avacynne’s angry voice spitting venom, “I hate you.” She was young, it would take time for her to understand, but the words stung Elliah no less. She doubted the council would keep them on Tython however, Avacynne was too full of anger, and Rateah’s defiance and mean streak meant training both of them would be dangerous. Compounded with the resources used each time they ran away. Elliah had seen it before, with no family to return them to, they would be placed in a conventional orphanage on Couracant. She hoped patient and loving families would take them in and give them the love they needed and deserved. There was no way Avacynne would accept Elliah as a parent or mentor, her feelings of betrayal were too strong.

 

 

Meeting Ainsley had been a stroke of luck, only a smuggler would hide blasters in a diaper bag, Felix thought to himself, they needed to bide their time and wait for the right moment. The bombs were disabled, and the Peoples Freedom were scrambling trying to get replacement parts. Unfortunately, the Hutts and the Republic forces on Nar Shaddaa never got confirmation that the bombs had been neutralized. Another team would be going in, it wouldn’t take long for them to adapt, and mount a rescue operation for the captives. He and Captain Ainsley would be ready.

 

 

Avacynne and Rateah were on the edge of the forest, there was a path and a waterfall nearby, but the path was overgrown and muddy. It had been treacherous, but the two girls were confident they wouldn’t be found. If they climbed over a nearby ridge, they could see the Temple landing pad, they took turns checking it throughout the day. There would be a resupply shuttle eventually, and they would be on it, when it left. Avacynne was still reeling from the revelation that Master Elliah was her mother, she had cried in Rateah’s arms. Rateah comforted her sister as best she could, they would be gone soon, away from the deceitful Jedi, away from Tython, and they would make their own way in the galaxy.

 

 

“So were you stationed on Nar Shaddaa?” Inquired Ainsley, her eyes were on the patrol behind him, they were counting guards, timing patrols.

 

“No, it was a stop over to pick up more troops, I was heading to Tython.” Felix replied. Seven guards patrolling, in two groups, took each patrol 6.3 minutes to walk the entirety of the hanger they were in. He counted at least four in the control room, including the leader. There were more outside the hanger, and who knew how many other hostages in other hangars.

 

“Tython? Didn’t think they posted troopers to Tython, don’t the Jedi take care of themselves?” A group of five got off the elevator, bringing her count up to thirteen total. Akaavi flashed her fingers wide twice, indicating ten.

 

“Wasn’t for a posting, I’m on leave, my fiancée is a Jedi, I was going to visit her.” Instead he was spending his precious leave in a cage, he was still angry, he wondered if command would extend it after all of this.

 

“Guess there’s a lot I don’t know about Jedi! I didn’t think relationships, or even marriage was allowed. Mind you, my information didn’t come from the best of sources.” Ainsley gave Felix a crooked smile, remembering her source.

 

Felix gave her a quizzical look, this woman had stories he could tell, he would love to hear them some day. His mind turned to Elliah, she would like the captain too.

 

It was getting dark, and still there was no sign of the runaway girls, the search party was called back, they would resume in the morning. Elliah reached out with the force with her senses, she was near, she was so close, but every path she took, and every bit of brush she turned over there was nothing. She walked down an old path, it was over grown and muddy. Slick from the mist off the nearby waterfall, something caught in the fading sunlight, it shimmered and blinked. Elliah reached down, and picked up a small blue bead, it was the same kind Avacynne liked decorating her eye veil with. Elliah looked up, the waterfall drowning out most sounds, and her heart jumped into her throat, had they fallen? Were they hurt? Elliah knew only that they were alive. It would be impossible to explore closer to the waterfall in the dark, reluctantly she made her way back to the temple, she dropped the bead into her pocket, she would come back at first light with a team.

 

“That was too close” breathed Rateah when Master Elliah had walked away. “We need to move further up the path”

 

“That’s flesh raider territory though!” Avacynne was worried, she had never seen one, but she saw a Padawan once who had been attacked.

 

“We’ll be ok, we’ll sleep here, and we’ll go up the path at first light. I’ll protect us!” Rateah said with all the confidence and assurance of an eight year old, she had figured out how to use the force to hide them, if she focused hard enough on not being seen, the air around them would shimmer a little, and even the animals couldn’t see them . Her white grey eyes shone, proud, and protective of her little sister, nothing could hurt them. The two girls curled up in each other’s arms. They fell asleep talking about what they would do once they left, they had grand plans.

Shiloh

 

 

 

Shiloh heard voices, they were muffled, she was floating with a respirator over her mouth and nose. The warm liquid swirled around her, suspending her. She bent her fingers, testing them, and then opened her eyes, she saw them through the light green liquid surrounding her, Lokin was speaking to her mother, her voice would rise. Shiloh recognized it, she was crying and trying to talk, it didn’t work well, Lokin was comforting her. Her eyes drifted down, and met Vectors, if she had been able to smile she would have. He had both hands on little Kiannas shoulders, Shiloh waved her fingers to her sister, letting her know she was ok. Kianna waved back. Lokin noticed the movement, so did her mother, who walked over and put her hand on the tank and kept blubbering, had she really been in that bad a shape, or was it just her mother being overly dramatic again? She heard Lokins voice inside the tank.

 

“Shiloh, I’m going to administer a light sedative so we can get you out of there, breathe deeply my dear girl.” Shiloh knew the routine, the air in the respirator changed, tasted vaguely sweet, oblivion overtook her again, her head bobbed backwards as she lost consciousness.

 

When she woke next it was in one of Lokins hospital cots, she was clothed in a light white cotton robs, her dark blue hair was loose, spilling over her shoulders. Both eyes opened, she was stiff but not sore, she wiggled her fingers and toes. Her old friend came into her room, Lokins eyes were grave.

 

“That bad?”

 

“I haven’t seen you in that condition since your battle with Hunter” he placed his stethoscope in his ears, and brought the end piece over her chest, listened there briefly, “It was irresponsible of you to go alone.” He chastised her. He took her face in his hands, running his thumbs over her cheek bones, flashing a light in her red eyes. “You still have a slight concussion, no fighting Gundarks for at least 3 months” He instructed, everything else had healed beautifully, and the twinkle was back in his eyes, her face still in his hands, he kissed her forehead. She loved this old man, he reminded her so much of her own, long dead father. He opened the door to the small room and her mother came rushing in, long black streaks down her face from her makeup smearing from her tears. She started crying all over again.

 

“My poor baby!” She gasped between sobs.

 

“I’m alright mother, enough with the theatrics.” Shiloh patted her mother’s hand, her wailing was already getting annoying. She didn’t stop, didn’t seem to hear her adult daughter. “Mother!” Shiloh said more sharply, Brynn stopped, except for some sniffling. Vector lead Kianna into the room, who ran up and jumped onto the bed, grasping her big sister in a bear hug. Shiloh looked at the relief and happiness of her sisters face, she had come to love her dearly in the week she had been there. It was an easy love, open and warm, like it had always been there. Her eyes never left the slight skinny girl on her bed.

 

“Mother, Kianna is not to go to Korriban.” She said, everyone in the room raised an eyebrow.

 

“But…she has the force?” Brynn sputtered.

 

Shiloh wondered if the force was the warmth she felt whenever Kianna was near, the feeling of peace. When she was around Sith, all she felt was dread and turbulence. She was resolute. She did not speak to her mother, she wasn’t asking permission, it was a statement. She spoke directly to her sister.

 

“The Sith, with take you, and twist you little sister, turn you into something dark, and evil, and if you resist, they will kill you. I will not see your spirit broken and I will not see you die for the love and compassion in your heart. You are too good for them.” Kianna nodded, solemnly. “So little sister, I’ll offer you a choice. Go home to Csilla with mother, or come with me, and I will bring you to the Jedi. They will see your good heart, and your smile and your love, and they will use those parts of you to make you strong.”

 

Seven year old Kianna thought on what her sister said, leaned down and hugged her, smelling the clean smell of her dark blue hair, listened to her beating heart. She closed her eyes and saw her broken, bloody, all she knew was that a Sith had ordered her away, and she had returned broken. She didn’t like that, she wanted to be like her sister, be something more, she felt very grown up. She looked her sister in the eyes, red on red.

 

“I want to be a jedi.” She said. Shiloh hugged her close again.

 

Brynn did not like being ignored, “I’m her mother, I will not have her sent to the Republic!”

 

Shiloh turned then, “No, you would have sent her into the Rancors den to be twisted and corrupted, blissfully ignorant. She has a gift, this girl, and you don’t seem to see it, you are so wrapped up in yourself that you can’t see her beauty, her gentle spirit, can you even feel it when you’re near her? She deserves so much more then what you’re willing to give her. You sent me away to the Empire when I was a girl, away from my father, away from everything I once knew, and I was made hard, I’ve been cruel. I live in a world where more often than not death is a mercy. Would you like to know my mission? How I came to be so hurt? A Sith Lord ordered me to kill a newborn baby, barely three days old, her death was ordered because she wasn’t born force sensitive. Had her father not stopped me…I don’t know if I would have pulled the trigger, I’d like to think not, but I might have….What kind of person does that make me? This is what the Sith do. They make good people do bad things, until they are no longer good people.” She held onto her sister tightly, protectively. “I am not a good person, I have done evil things, I will not let the same thing happen to my sister. I will do this one good thing, and you will not stop me.”

 

Brynn looked down at her hands, “I didn’t know.”

 

Shiloh, swallowed the hurt she wanted to fling back at her mother, she remembers the letter she wrote while she was at the academy, begging to come back home, so frightened, so like Kianna she had been.

 

“No you didn’t” she took her mother’s hand and squeezed it, she knew her mother loved the two of them, in her own strange selfish way, and despite it all Shiloh loved her right back. “Go home to Csilla, let me take care of this. I won’t let any harm come to her.”

 

Brynn then wrapped her arms around both of her daughters, “I’m so sorry. Forgive me girls, please forgive me.”

 

Kianna wrapped her skinny arms around her mother, “It’s ok mommy.”

 

“Lokin, Can you see to it, that my mother is on the next transport to Csilla.” Lokin nodded, and left the room.

 

“Vector, contact Scorpio on the ship, have her prep it, we leave in the morning.” Shiloh looked down and smiled at her sister. Kianna would be so much more than her.

Ainsley

 

 

The lights in the hangar flickered then went out. The entire hangar went dark, Ainsley could hear the other captives talking, questions. She felt a strong hand on her arm, she jumped a little.

 

“Shh it’s just me, where’s that bag, I have a feeling things are about to get loud.” Lieutenant Iresso whispered in her ear.

 

Mitka cooed in the sling, Ainsley patted her bum, then felt for the diaper bag, grabbed the pistols inside. She heard something fall metal on metal, then another, and another.

 

“Get down, close your eyes!” Iresso covered her with his arms, then hiss, pop, pop, pop. She heard people screaming then. “Flash grenades, looks like the cavalry is here.” He cocked the pistol. Ainsley opened her eyes, the backup lights were on, casting soft yellow lights at regular intervals throughout the hangar. She saw Akaavi grabbing at her face, went over to her to reassure her, then handed her the other pistol. She heard the fast armored footsteps of troopers filing in. The hangar was then alight with blaster fire, reds, greens and blues. Mitka whimpered. Ainsley was never one to hide from a fight, but she couldn’t risk it, not with her baby.

 

“KILL THE HOSTAGES”

 

Crap.

 

It was a last ditch effort from the terrorist group, go down, but take everyone with them. Akaavi, took down three guards heading their way, Iresso took down another two, then focused his fire on the guards heading for the other slave pens. Ainsley felt hands grab her from behind, pulling her back, she slamed into the bars with a thud, her body protecting her daughter. She grabed the hand on her shoulder, twisting it as she spun around. Kicked right through the bars, heard a crunch, as her boot connected with her intended target. While her assailant was doubled over, she kicked again, this time connecting with face. He went down.

 

She saw the Nautolan running for a nearby shuttle, flanked by two of his compatriots.

 

“Take him DOWN!”

 

He managed to get into the shuttle, she heard the engine warming up.

 

There was a huge explosion then as a shuttle burst into flames, she felt the heat on her back as she shielded Mitka.

 

It ended as quickly as it started as the rest of the Peoples Freedom laid down their arms and surrendered.

 

A tall man, battle hardened, with a bushy mustache approached their cell and unlocked it. Iresso’s eyes widened Ainsley noticed.

 

“Thank you Captain Tavus, good to see Havoc has our back.”

 

The older soldier smiled at him, Iresso, gave him a crisp salute.

 

“Commander, survivors.” A slight Mirilan woman came up behind Tavus.

 

“Take care of them Wraith.”

 

Ainsley checked on Mitka who had somehow fallen asleep in the commotion. She knew then without question this was her child, only one of hers and Corso’s could fall asleep to blaster fire. She smiled gently rubbing her back affectionately.

 

“Come on Akaavi, let’s fuel up and get out of here.” Ainsley turned to Iresso. “Felix, if there’s anything I can do for you, just ask.”

 

Iresso was coming back from talking to another officer, a frown on his face.

 

“Actually, there is something. “

 

Thanks to the insurrection, much of the infrastructure, and a good number of commercial ships had been dismantled or destroyed, it would take the Hutts at least three more weeks to get off planet trade back on track. Tython wasn’t too far from Dantooine. Ainsley agreed to drop Iresso off.

Elliah

 

Tython’s space station was busy, the monthly resupply shuttle was on its way to the surface, there was a freighter already docked, and an unknown vessel was requesting permission to dock. Iresso, thanked Captain Ainsley for her trouble, she had refused to come down to the surface, anxious to get back to her own home, they parted ways promising to keep in touch, each deciding the other was a valuable ally to have.

 

Felix loaded onto the shuttle bound for the surface, along with a handful of young children escorted by an kind elderly Jedi, and a couple of knights. The children were trying their very hardest to put on a brave face but even without the force Iresso could tell they were frightened, the youngest among them couldn’t have been older than four. He dug through his pack, looking for the box of taffy he had picked up for Elliah, opened it, and offered the sweet sticky confections to the children. Their eyes went wide, the youngest grabbed one without thinking, the other’s first waiting for permission from the old Jedi, who nodded. After the children had grabbed their handfuls, Felix offered the candies to the remaining adult Jedi, like Elliah, he knew they didn’t often get such treats, it was why he had bought her a box. The knights declined, but the elderly Jedi gingerly took one, a sparkle in his eyes, almost childlike in his enthusiasm.

 

“Thank you for your kindness Lieutenant.” He spoke softly before popping the chewy taffy into his mouth.

 

Felix only smiled, the children would arrive at the temple with sticky fingers but hopeful hearts, he hoped their transition would be smooth. He pocketed the remaining sweets, a small handful left for his beloved.

 

On the surface of the planet, Elliah was back up at the waterfall with a team of jedi. A strong young Mirilan had repelled down the slick cliff beside the waterfall. She reached out with the force again, still feeling Avacynne’s presence nearby. Yet the Mirilan retuned with nothing, Elliah spied the cave that led to the forge, the place ready Padawans ventured to build their first light saber. It was a dangerous place, riddled with ancient droids and flesh raiders. She wondered. Her thoughts were interrupted when Master Shan called her back to the Temple. There were to be 5 new students arriving today, her duty was to welcome them. The first few hours at the Temple were critical for new younglings, they were so full of fear, those hours were to be used to quell that fear and give them strength. She grit her teeth as she sent her team to check the path to the forge. She made her way to the landing pad, duty first.

 

Rateah and Avacynne moved as ghosts through the temple grounds, they had finally spied what they were after, the resupply shuttle had landed that morning, unloading it’s goods. It would be loaded up with honey, cured nerf meat, fruits from the orchards and other sundry items produced by Kalicori village and the Temple. These items were sent out to the greater galaxy to be traded, the profits returning to the Jedi and the Twilek settlers to help with the upkeep of the lands and infrastructure. The plan was for the two girls to stow away with the food, they wouldn’t starve and they would get off on the first largely populated planet to start their new life. They hid behind a small wall, and waited, Rateah’s small body focused, straining her, it was a lot to ask of a young girl, but they would not be caught, not this time, this time they would leave.

 

Elliah waited for the personnel transport, when it touched down, she saw four small figures, one holding fast to Master Ansades hand. Then behind them, Felix. It took all her training and will not to run to him and throw herself into his arms, to cry, the relief of seeing his calm smiling face was nearly overwhelming. She forced her attention back to the four youths now before her. She knelt down to their level, open friendly smile on her face, and welcomed them. She had been told there would be five new students, and wondered where the fifth was. Elderly Master Ansades shook his head, he had not been charged to collect a fifth.

 

“She’s coming down in the next transport Master Elliah” offered the ensign who was part of the space station shuttle crew.

 

“Thank you Ensign.”

 

Ansades brought the four to the dormitories. Elliah was infinitely grateful for the time with Felix while she waited. He came to stand beside her, and her hand found his and squeezed. His familiar scent, smile, aura brought her peace.

 

“Thank the Force you’re here. I was starting to get worried.”

 

“There were some complications, but I made some new friends, I’ll tell you all about it, later, but nothing could keep me from you.” He squeezed her hand again, “when can we be alone?” His thumb made slow circles on her hand, he had to play by the rules the Jedi had set out for them if he wanted to be with her, but stars all he wanted was to hold her, and kiss those beautiful lips of hers. Feel her body in his arms, touch her…He missed the days they had spent on her ship, days they didn’t have to worry about the council, days he could grab her up, take her to their shared room and lock the door without a second thought.

 

“Soon Felix, I promise.” His ardor was hard to ignore, and as much as she desired him, she needed his help to find her missing younglings.

 

Finally the second personnel transport touched down, two Chiss, an adult and a child stepped out, followed by a human, with dark black pupiless eyes, Elliah remembered those eyes from her time On Alderaan, a Joiner. They had an armed escort, she saw the child’s aura first, it was bright, strong. She let go of Felix’s hand and stepped forward to greet them.

Edited July 1, 2012 by Earthmama

Just wanted to take a quick moment to thank everyone who's been reading this. Also have a wonderful Canada Day, even if you aren't Canadian, Ima go get my drink on now <3<3:jawa_cool:

yay more story!! Elliah and Iresso are so sweet together

Just wanted to take a quick moment to thank everyone who's been reading this. Also have a wonderful Canada Day, even if you aren't Canadian, Ima go get my drink on now <3<3:jawa_cool:

 

Weeeee! For Canada Day!

 

And thanks for the new story piece =D

I haven't forgotten about this fic. These next two weeks are going to be a little nutty for me. My oldest son has an intensive speech therapy class, that happens to occur when I would normally sit down and write. Please be patient with me. I'm so close to finishing this..... <3

I haven't forgotten about this fic. These next two weeks are going to be a little nutty for me. My oldest son has an intensive speech therapy class, that happens to occur when I would normally sit down and write. Please be patient with me. I'm so close to finishing this..... <3

 

I can't wait! Well.. that is to say I CAN wait... and I AM waiting... you know what I mean <3

Shiloh

 

 

 

Kianna loved travelling with her sister, there was music loudly playing over the speakers. A slow mellow rhythm, steele drums, a easy haunting male voice, a happy song. Shiloh and Vector were dancing, wrapped up in each other’s arms, singing along, Kianna’s smile was ear to ear as she bobbed her head, hugging her knees at her perch on the couch. Her sister was well, the memory of her in the kolto tank and in the hospital bed were fading. She almost forgot where they were going, she was so happy in that moment, barreling through space. As is the case with good things, the moment came to an end far too soon. It would be a memory Kianna would hold close to her heart throughout her training and her time as a Jedi. The lyrics “One love” would become her own personal jedi code, with the image of her sister and her strange lover imprinted in her mind.

 

Shiloh reluctantly pulled away from Vector at the end of the song, gave Kianna a wink and headed for the cockpit. They had come out of hyperspace but were still cloaked, Tython loomed ahead, a soft green and blue planet. Vector came up behind her, and put a hand on her shoulder, and squeezed. Shiloh uncloaked the ship, and hailed the orbiting space station.

 

“X-70B Phantom to Tython orbital station requesting permission to dock” Shiloh did not try to mask her imperial accent as she often did when dealing with the Republic. She had nothing to hide and the safety of her sister was paramount, there would be no unnecessary risk. As expected, the orbital stations defenses locked on the ship.

 

“X-70B Phantom, you’re a long way from Imperial space, what is the nature of your visit?”

 

“I have a force sensitive child on board, I wish to present her to the Jedi, I have also brought a second companion, he is a diplomat. I come in peace and in goodwill.” Not once had she even raised her shield, a show of faith, Vector nodded his approval. There was no answer for a long time.

 

“Hanger 3A” The voice on the other end replied finally, “once landed you and your companions will exit the ship, unarmed, you will be greeted by a jedi and a security force, who will check you for weapons, you will keep your hands on your heads and visible until told otherwise. If foul play is discovered you and your companions will be taken into custody. These are our conditions, if they cannot be met, we will only ask once that you turn around and leave the Tython system, and Republic space.”

 

Vector nodded again, Shiloh hated this, “We agree to your terms, making our final approach to Hangar 3A”

 

The three stepped out of the ship, Shiloh and Vector flanking Kianna. True to word, they were greeted by a Jedi knight and a squad of troopers. Shiloh and Vector lifted their hands and placed them on their heads, Kianna tentatively followed suit. The Jedi nodded to the Troopers, two went into the ship, another three patted down the trio. Shiloh stared into the Troopers helmet while he checked her for weapons, the Troopers back was to the Jedi, he ran gloved hands up each of her legs, brushing her inner thighs a little too intimately, his hands were on her hips now, he made his way up her ribs, she heard Vector tense. They were goading them, daring them to act, they wanted a reason to gun them down, Shiloh continued to stare into the Trooper’s mask as he reached behind her, invading her personal space and cupped her ***, even gave it a little tap. When his hands finally made their way to her breasts the Jedi cleared his throat, the Trooper dropped his hands immediately and stepped back.

 

“Shiloh?” Kianna’s voice was small, scared.

 

“Shhhh it’s alright, we have nothing to hide.”

 

Troopers exited her ship and nodded to the Jedi, who stepped forward then.

 

“Thank you for your patience, you understand the need for caution? You may lower your hands.”

 

“Of course Master Jedi, we are still at war.” Shiloh replied amicably enough, though her eyes had a wary and hard edge to them.

 

“And this child, you would bring her to us, and not to your Sith Academies? Curious”

 

Shiloh looked down at Kianna, who was now holding fast to her and Vectors hands, then back to the Jedi.

 

“Look at her, I’m force blind but even I can feel it, the Sith would….unmake her.” She chose her words carefully. She despised the Sith, truly, but they were an evil she would tolerate, because she cared deeply for the Empire, for the people, the Imperials, there was good to be found there. People worth protecting. She had explained it once to Ardun Koth.

 

The corner of the jedi’s lips twitched upwards, a small smile. He nodded to her and knelt, beckoned Kianna to take a step forward. She stood as tall as she could make herself, steeled her courage, and faced this full blown Jedi Knight, she could feel the force swirling around him, it was familiar, and called to her.

 

“Why have you come here child?”

 

“To become a Jedi.”

 

“Do you know what a Jedi is?”

 

“Defenders of peace”

 

“No, Defenders of the Republic, which would make your sister and her friend your enemy.”

 

One Love, One Heart.

 

“They are good people, with good hearts, I don’t care where they are from, good people are not my enemy.”

 

The Jedi smiled, a kind and friendly smile, his eyes danced.

 

“You’ll make a good diplomat one day, the order is lucky your sister brought you to us!” He turned his attention to the two adults, “I and an armed guard will escort you to the surface to meet with Master Elliah, she will assess your sister, although, like you said, her attunement to the force is hard to ignore, Master Elliah will be delighted to have such a gifted student.”

 

Kianna felt an instant connection to the kind Miraluka Master. Elliah was to be her teacher, Kianna felt no fear, only excitement at the prospect of learning, of becoming a Jedi. She hugged Vector tightly, he had been so sweet to her, he had become a great friend, he gave her a small jar of honey, made with love by the tiny insects he had introduced her to. Her sister was different, her joy dampened only because she would miss her so much.

 

“You are a gift Kianna, you are the greatest gift, I am so proud to be your sister.” Shiloh, let go, watched her lanky, awkward, beautiful sister bound off, confident now, that she had made the right choice. They turned, Vector putting an arm around her as they headed back to the shuttle.

 

Kianna looked back once, to wave one more time, but their backs were to her. She saw something else, something that gave her pause. Two little girls, scrambling into another shuttle, it seemed odd, she blinked, and they were gone. She shrugged and continued to follow her new Master.

Ainsley

 

 

 

Corso lay in the shade, he kept an eye on his boys, who were playing in an old troth he had fixed and filled with water, squeals of laughter filled the warm summer day as Aaron and Cohen splashed each other. Small bare bums jiggled as they ran from each other, the two little boys naked as they day they were born. Corso smiled, he remembered playing with his sister on the ranch he grew up on much the same way. He looked to the sky again, he had been doing that a lot, Ainsley had been gone for the better part of a month, both boys asked about her daily, and Corso was running out of things to tell them. She hadn’t checked in for almost two weeks. He had called Port Nowhere, but Risha and Guss hadn’t heard from her either. He had a sick feeling in his stomach, that she was hurt, a nagging voice told him she cut and ran.

 

His thoughts were interrupted by a soaking wet toddler who had decided daddy was too dry. Cohen dumped a bucket of water on Corso.

 

“Hey buddy!” Corso grabbed him up and dunked him into the water, and the little boy laughed and laughed. How could she not want this?

 

He looked at his two year old, he was a clone of his mother, eyes as blue as the sky and a shock of blonde hair. He had her smile too, big and open, and full of mischief. Aaron was only four but was big for his age, and he was dark like his dad, brown hair and brown eyes, all rough and tumble, but had quiet thoughtful moments. He was a sensitive boy, and missed cuddling with his mom. Aaron had stopped the chase and was looking wide eyed at the sky.

 

“It’s mommy! Mommy is home! Look daddy look! The ship!” Cohen followed his brothers finger and spotted the Weather Light and squirmed out of Corso’s arms. Before he could slap some clothes on the boys they bolted full tilt towards the landing pad, Cohen trying his very best to keep up with his big brother. Corso felt a wave of relief, and felt himself jogging to, longing to see her face, hold and kiss his wife. His heart was beating out of his chest her was so happy.

 

Ainsley spotted her two naked boys through the window, Akaavi laughed, Mitka cooed feeling the excitement in the air. Ainsley gave Mitka to her friend to hold, anticipating the tackle her boys would give her. Sure enough as soon as she stepped off the gangplank, she was jumped by two wet little boys, she was knocked on her ***, showered with hugs and kisses. Cohen babbled in his broken two year old basic, telling her about the new Ronto calves, and the pool daddy had made them, Aaron was quiet, face buried in her neck. She turned her attention to her big, strong, quiet oldest son, he was crying, so overwhelmed with emotion.

 

“Aaron, sweetheart, don’t cry.” She cooed to him holding him tight.

 

“You were gone for a long time mommy, I missed you, don’t go away so long again.” He furiously wiped his tears away with the back of his hand.

 

“I missed you to baby, I missed all of you.” She saw Corso, waiting for his boys to get their fill. She met her husbands gaze, his eyes were shining with unshed tears, Aaron was so like him.

 

She stood up and went to him. He wrapped her up in a bear hug, his hands burying themselves in her hair. Without thinking his lips kisses her neck, her face, and cheeks, until they found her lips, and he drank her in, never wanting to let go. Ainsley’s heart beat faster in her chest, and she returned his kiss, her own passion overtaking her. Aaron made a face and turned away, Cohen giggled at the display of affection and wrapped his little arms around each one of their legs, hugging them both. Reluctantly she pulled away from his embrace.

 

“There’s someone I want you boys to meet.” She waved Akaavi down, and both boys then ran to her, intending to bowl her over and shower her with the same exuberant welcome they had just given their mother. They stopped when they saw she was carrying something. She was holding the little bundle with care, so they let her pass, they were curious. Akaavi handed the baby over to her friend, and gave the boys a knowing smile, then caught Cohen up in her arms, so he could see.

 

“Who is this?” Corso murmured as he stepped in closer, he spied the little red newborn, and his eyes lit up. Aaron was on his tippy toes, and Corso held him up so he could see.

 

“This is Mitka.” Ainsley replied, pride and love in her eyes.

 

The small group made their way to the house, as Ainsley told Corso how she came to have the small sith Pureblood baby. Corso held her, offering his finger to the baby girl. Akaavi chased the boys to their room to get them dressed. Once alone, Corso considered his wife.

 

“Never figured you to be one to bring home strays, babe.” He teased her, kissing Mitka’s chubby cheeks.

 

“Ha! What are you talking about, how do you think I got my crew? You were all strays needing a home, just like this little girl.” She put her arm around Corso, offering a smile to the baby.

 

Corso chuckled, “I guess you’re right.”

 

“I’m always right!”

 

“We’re keeping her then? Thought you said you didn’t want anymore?”

 

“I changed my mind, how could I say no to her? She needs us Corso, she’ll have a hard go of it, because of how she looks, she needs the kind of love we can give her.”Ainsley held her breath, knowing he would agree, but still anxious. Aaron and Cohen came bounding down the stairs, now fully clothed.

 

“Boys, come over here and meet your new little sister” Corso called out, and Ainsley kissed his cheek and smiled, her family was truly complete now. Aaron was excited at the prospect of another sibling, Cohen was a little more cautious, he was the baby after all, unsure if he wanted to give up his place in the family.

 

“What baby name?” The two year old asked.

 

“Her name is Mitka Quinn Riggs.” Ainsley declared, Corso nodded his approval.

 

“I like her, she’s cute, and red is my favorite colour!” Aaron said, rubbing noses with his new baby sister.

 

Cohen took his turn to meet her, still unsure, she reached her hands up to him, and he offered her his fingers, when she wrapped her tiny fingers around his own, he smiled, big, Mitka returned the smile, her first true smile.

 

“I like her too, she can stay.” Cohen decided.

Ardyth Part 1.

 

 

 

Ardyth stood in the Drummond Kaas rain, she was in a large imperial graveyard, she stood before a grave with a familiar name, Quinn. Oriah Quinn, beloved wife and mother. Malavai had named their youngest after her, but she wasn’t looking at the tombstone she was looking at the spaces beside it. Her rage was quite, it boiled just below the surface. Had he betrayed her a second time?

 

Lord Jaesa Wilsaam, lifted the whip, her favorite cat o’ nine tails, flicked it down, viciously. The slave cried out.

 

“Tell me again, in great detail, what did you see?” Her voice was calm, almost sweet, but it held venom. She normally ignored the inane chatter of her slaves, but this particular conversation had peaked her ears.

 

“I….It was years ago mmy…my Lord. A woman, cyborg I think, with a sith baby.” The terrified Twilek replied, pulling at his restraints, which only got tighter the more he pulled at them.

 

Jeasa flicked again, drinking in his fear, and pain, “How many years?” She asked patiently.

 

“fff…five….standard years…It was on Nar Shaddaa, there was, ssssss..some kind of rebellion.”

 

 

 

Ardyth was soaked, but the constant rain, cleansed her renewed her, her light saber lit, she dug into the ground, searching.

 

Lieutenant Pierce sat down in front of the holo, intent on watching the hutt ball match, he had just opened a new beer, comfortable in his small apartment, sitting still didn’t suit him, but the Wrath had refused to allow him back to active duty, preferring him close. Pierce had harbored feeling for her, had acted on them only once, but he had promised, promised to be hers, whenever she needed him, he was a man of his word. So he would hit the cantina, watch Hutt ball, clean his guns, work out, all the while trying to keep thoughts of her out of his mind. She had a family with him, the traitor, two children, a boy and a girl. Pierce stood up, finished his beer in only a few droughts, his jealousy raged within him, he decided he might go back to the cantina, take that little tart up on her offer, get his mind off of things. He grabbed his jacket and opened the door. She stood there, soaked to the core, muddy, she looked as if she had been in a battlefield, he should have been there. That thought was always on his mind of late.

 

“My Lord?” Her yellow eyes met his, that look. He had seen it only once before, but back then, there was sadness behind her rage, there was no sadness tonight. She stepped inside his apartment, without being invited, Pierce hung up his jacket.

 

“Am I a fool Pierce?” Her voice was low, even, but it still made his hairs stand on end.

 

“Of course not my Lord.” Except for when you married him.

 

“I know of at least two people who think that I am.” Her eyes flashed, red, she was angry. “But I can’t be sure, I need your help, I need you to help me uncover the truth. Evidence is circumstantial at best.”

 

“I am yours my Lord, Always.” He dared, he might end up with a broken arm, but he dared lifting his arm up, and brushed away a stray hair that was plastered to her forehead. She closed her eyes, savoring the touch. “Might I suggest some dry clothes first?”

 

Her eyes met his, fire in her blood, “You may.”

 

He swallowed hard, as she peeled the wet clothes off her body, it was different then how he remembered, having gone through pregnancy and mother hood, but it was still supple, strong, curved, only a little softer, a little fuller. He led her to the shower, and made the water hot, took her hand, and guided her under the spray. He joined her, and like a man praying, washed her, letting his hands and lips roam, feeling her cold skin warm up. Years ago, it had been fast, quiet, urgent, passionate, he vowed to take his time tonight, savor every kiss, every moan that escaped her lips. She was his tonight, and he was hers always.

 

Some hours later, in the twilight and stillness of the night, the couple made their way to another apartment complex, Pierce picked the lock, and they went to the bedroom. They were entwined, the Chiss and her Joiner lover, alien and freak. She force pushed the bed, they fell out bewildered, Pierce aimed his rifle at the man who fell out of bed, Ardyth walked over to the women, who was confused, once her eyes adjusted, paled.

 

"My Lord Ardyth?" She sputtered, sleep still in her voice.

 

“Shiloh, my dear friend, we need to talk.”

I think my brain just shorted out. <3

I think my brain just shorted out. <3

 

This.

Ardyth Part 2

 

 

 

“After killing the abomination, what did my husband do?” Ardyth asked, her voice intensely calm, she was holding Vector up, against the wall in a force choke, she could feel his heart beat through the force, it slowed.

 

“He took her to the Kaas City Imperial cemetery, and dug a grave, beside his mother’s tomb stone.” Her eyes were panicked, she managed to keep the tremble out of her voice, Vector was all but blue, his legs would flail, then go rigid, he was dying.

 

“You’re certain of this? You saw it with your own eyes?” Ardyth questioned, despising the alien, once ally, as she lied, to her face. Her fear was acute, a panic, was it for fear of her lover, or had she been caught in a lie?

 

“Yes my Lord! Please, mercy, you’re killing him, he’s done nothing.” She plead with the powerful Sith Lord, she groveled, worm.

 

“Am I? Apologies.” She released him, and he came crashing down, he gasped, his esophagus, bent and bruised, trying to right itself. “Come Lieutenant, we’re done here.” Pierce gave her a questioning look but obeyed. Shiloh scrambled to her Joiner, Vector, helped to right him, hugged him. Her relief was tangible.

 

“One last question. On what side of the grave did my husband bury the body?”Ardyth’s back was still to them. But she felt the flare of panic again, confusion, there it was confusion mingled in her fear.

 

“The left side, my Lord.” Shiloh lied.

 

“Wrong answer. Pierce.”

 

Pierce smiled his feral smile, lifted his rifle, and shot Vector Hyllus between the eyes. Ardyth smiled then, savoring the anguished screams of the traitor, the liar.

 

“Do what you will with her, Captain, be as brutal as you want, just make sure she reaches her destination alive, she’s still an asset to the Empire.” The screaming devolved into angry curses, tears, Ardyth reveled in it.

 

“Captain? My Lord?”

 

She smiled at him, pulled him down by his collar and kissed him.

 

“I should have promoted you a long time ago, besides, I’ll need a good replacement, and I can think of no other, suitable candidates.” She purred to him.

 

Ardyth left the room, leaving the broken Chiss with her enforcer, she heard the force of his first punch through the walls, he did hate aliens.

 

When Ardyth returned to her estate, it was early morning, she knew where he would be.

 

Quinn had Oriah on his knee, and was drilling the gifted girl on her multiplication tables, she was two and a half years old. She was the spitting image of her father, only her features softer, more delicate, although her young blue eyes could already hold an edge. The one feature she had inherited from her Lord mother was her deep auburn hair. Ardyth walked in, and contemplated her daughter.

 

“She is so like you Malavai.” She said the compliment, but her voice and her face said something else.

 

“Ardyth, have you just now come home?” There was genuine concern in Malavai Quinns voice. Ardyth ignored him.

 

“You’re a strikingly beautiful girl Oriah. Not only that, but you are remarkably gifted, you were blessed with your father’s mind.” She placed her hand under her daughter’s chin, lifting her small face up. She caressed her cheek, “I wonder if you’ve also inherited his habit for treason?” She dropped the girls face, and stared at Quinn.

 

“My Lord, it’s not habit if it happened once.” Ardyth ignored him again

 

“Husband, use that sharp mind of yours, go onto the holonet, search “The Peoples Freedom” Uprising on Nar Shaddaa.”He complied, fingers dancing across the keyboard, it was an easy search, it was public knowledge.

“Play the holo recording would you. Come here Oriah, this is when we will catch your father in a lie.” She wrapped her arms around her daughter, never taking her eyes off her husbands face. She saw him clenching, and unclenching his jaw, it was the only indication he was nervous.

 

The holorecording was five, almost six years old, it was a Republic newscast, detailing a brief, but debilitating insurrection, by a group of alien terrorists. The image she wanted finally appeared, Quinn saw it as well. Captain Ainsley Isiz, and a clear camera shot of a tiny Sith Pureblood infant.

 

“Pause the recording.” Quinn complied. Oriah, wished she could to run to her father, she was scared, her mother always frightened her, but she was ignored for the most part, her hands were hard, and dug into her skin, she was hurting her. Ardyth released her vice like grip on her daughter, who ran to Quinn.

 

“Who, is that child?” Ardyth asked.

 

Quinn did not reply.

 

“What side of your mothers grave did you say you buried the abomination?” Quinn knew he was caught.

 

“On her right side.” He pushed Oriah away from him, she ran to the corner of the room, shaking. He kept his eyes on his wife’s, bracing himself.

 

She forced slammed him into the wall behind him. He fell hard, spitting blood.

 

“Papa?” Oriah managed to say in a tiny voice.

 

“Go to your room Ori, go practice your multiplication tables, Papa will be there soon.” He managed a smile for his dear daughter. She ran. As she left the room he was thrown again.

 

“I forgave you once, out of love, out of weakness. Yet you betray me again.” Ardyth force choked him, then threw him against the ceiling so that he would then fall to the ground.

 

Pierce walked into the study then, leaned against the doorway, smiling at the spectacle.

 

“You no longer make me weak Malavai, you will not have my mercy this time. For all intents and purposes, you will die, you will have your life, but your life with me, with the Empire ends today.”Ardyth stood over him, her heart did not betray her today, she looked at him, and felt nothing, felt disgust. Worm.

 

“Malavai Quinn, you are hereby under arrest, for the crime of treason. You are sentenced to a life in Shadowtown.” Pierce recited the line, savoring every word. “You know the place where they plant a bomb in your brain. Feel free to try and escape.”

 

“Why? Why won’t you kill me?” Quinn heaved, barely able to make it to his knees.

 

“To remind me of my failings, you are also tasked with keeping agent Shiloh Chint’aro alive, I imagine she’ll be feeling rather suicidal when she wakes up. The information she has is an asset to the Empire, she is not allowed to die. I suggest you discuss the finer details of your alibi's. Finally, dear Malavai, you will locate your eldest daughter for me. So that I may kill her, only then will I kill you.”

 

“I won’t” he spite blood, and gave her a defiant look.

 

Ardyth lifted him physically by the throat, “You will, or I will drag your little Oriah out here and open her gut with my lightsaber.” She threw him at Pierces feet. “It’s your choice.”

 

Oriah looked out her window, she saw her Papa being dragged by a large man to a speeder. He would not be back later to test her. Tears sprang to her eyes, even at this young age, she knew to cry quietly, even at this age she knew she was alone now.

 

Author's note:

 

 

This is the end of part one of Force of Wills, I already have some ideas kicking around for the next, but they need more fleshing out. I also need to play the characters in game a bit more, to help me round them out as characters. Thanks again to everyone who has been reading. I realize it could be rough around the edges at times, but it was a labor of love, and I'm so happy to have shared it.

Aaaaaah *gasp*.

 

Sad and amazing, I would love to read a part 2.

You don't pull your punches, do you?

 

He managed a smile for his dear daughter. She ran. As she left the room he was thrown again.

 

And that singular use of "his" is gorgeous.

 

even at this young age, she knew to cry quietly

 

Have I mentioned how splendidly hateable you have made Ardyth?

 

You have a way of making the reader feel every point of view, both from the inside and from the oft-painful observations of the outside (as in Ardyth observing Quinn, or Shiloh observing her sister). Wonderful.

Edited July 10, 2012 by bright_ephemera