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A new path to power	By : DarthCronos Category: +S through Z > Star Wars: The Old Republic Views: 13791 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2: Anger Part 1.
On his way to a training session, Dozkai passed his mother's room.
"Oh! Dozkai, come here a moment." His mother called as he went by the door. He stopped and stood in the doorway.
"Yes, mother?" He said in a careful tone.
"I see your father gifted you his old sword." She said as she walked over to him. "I assume this means you've made your first kill then?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes" He replied simply.
"Good, good... I'll have to get you something to commemorate it. Something a little more... enjoyable than an old blade" Dozkai's mother smiled as she walked back to her desk. "Where are you going now, back to your quarters?" She asked in an offhand tone.
"No, I was going to the training room to try out the blade. Why do you ask?" He asked.
"Oh, no reason really. But I have a... request." she said, speaking the last word with an unusual tone. Dozkai's mother never requested anything. She always ordered it, as was her right.
"...And that is?" Dozkai asked.
"I want you to keep me appraised of what your father has you doing from now on." Her voice took on an icy quality.
"As you wish, mother." Dozkai said finally.
"Good... Now, I've things that demand my attention." She said, dismissing him with a authorative wave of her hand.
As Dozkai continued on his way to the training room, he contemplated the events of the day.
His father had always viewed him as a tool and little more, but lately Dozkai felt as if something was about to happen, although he didn't know how or if it would affect him.
His mother on the other hand... Now that made him worried. His parents had always stayed out of each other's way unless they needed something the other could provide, but they had never clashed before. His mothers request made it seem like she expected an attack soon.
Dozkai sighed. It would be good to push these concerns from his mind briefly, to throw himself into his training. The young Sith surveyed his training room for a moment, deciding how he would hone his martial skills today.
"D7, start up training program R-17. Set parameters to lethal." He commanded the lone D7 droid in the room. The rustbucket responded with some concerned beeps and boops.
"I know those parameters could result in injury or death, just do it!" He barked at the droid. It responded with a low dwoo as the hologram emitter remotes floated down to the training mat.
The two remotes produced simulated Jedi opponents: One a Master, the other a Padawan.
Dozkai drew his blade and pressed the release button, letting the sword extend to it's full five feet. The holograms responded by drawing their sabers and immediately attacking. Dozkai quickly dodged the first few attacks, searching for an opening to strike.
The instant that opening presented itself, he swung a mighty overhand strike at the Master's head, only to be blocked by the Padawan. The Jedi in training then kicked him in the gut forcing him to back off while the two holo Jedi circled him.
When the two came in to attack, Dozkai stepped back at the last second. Grabbing the Padawan's wrist, he forced the saber it held into it's Master's chest.
The holo Padawan yelled out in silent anguish, just as a real Jedi would as the Master's hologram faded away.
The Padawan bent down, grabbed it's master's saber and ignited it before rushing Dozkai with a fierce attack. Dozkai was put on the defensive, forced to block strike after strike as the hologram lashed out, quicker and quicker until Dozkai saw the small opening, a split second that he could exploit.
He stepped to the side and brought his blade down across the Padawan's back. As he strikes the fatal blow, the hologram fell to it's knees before fading away.
From the corner of the room the D7 droid beeped and whirred it's congratulations.
"Thanks, D7, but I should have done a lot better." Dozkai admonished himself as he left for his quarters.
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Later that night, Dozkai lay in a fitful sleep. He dreamed of Dralla. The way she screamed as the lightning burned her flesh, the way he felt as her life faded from her body. Not happy, not sad. Not even anger. Simply nothing. How could he feel nothing at all? Even a Sith should feel something, whether that be pride or contempt.
Dozkai sat up. It might have been another hazy dream, but he was sure he saw a feminine shape out of the corner of his eye entering the darkened room.
"If you meant to kill me while I slept, you missed your chance.” He said aloud. “May as well come out so I can see you!"
Slowly, reluctantly, a slight Twi'lek woman stepped out from the shadows. She wore nothing but a short red robe that stopped at her thigh.
"I'm sorry, M-master. I-i was to come to your room and present myself, B-but you were sleeping..." The girl said in a small, weak voice. She was no older than Dozkai himself.
"Who sent you? And why?" He asked of her.
"The Mistress. Y-your mother sent me. I... was to be a gift for you." She said meekly.
The light glinted off of something metallic on her neck and Dozkai realized what she was.
"So, you’re a slave then. And I'm supposed to be your new master?" he asked, some annoyance registering in his voice.
"Y-yes, my lord." She replied fearfully.
"And what kind of slave are you? What are you trained to do?" he asked.
The girl let her robe fall to the floor, revealing her naked sky blue skin.
"I... I was trained to be a pleasure slave." she admitted tearfully. Despite this, the nude alien went for Dozkai's cock. Wrapping her dainty hands around his length, she began masturbating him, attempting to get him erect. She tried to stifle a sob. Sith slavers trained their chattel well.
"No.” Dozkai said, pushing her hands away from him. “I have no desire for a sex slave such as you. you're weak, timid. Any fight you may have had has long since been beaten out of you." he reached into his nightstand and produced a blaster.
"PLEASE, NO! DON’T KILL ME!" The girl squealed upon seeing the weapon.
“Shut up.” Dozkai urged her. “I'm not going to kill you. There isn't any honor in killing someone as weak and pitiful as you."
He tossed the blaster at her feet.
"I'm not freeing you, but I'll let you fight for your freedom. Take it and go, if you survive, then you deserve your freedom. If not, then whatever happens to you, you'll deserve." He told her in a calm voice.
She picked up the blaster shakily.
"But h..how do I get free? This is a Sith world. If I get caught with this, they'll kill me!" she said in a terrified whisper.
"That’s not my concern.” Dozkai replied cooly. “Either take the blaster and figure out the rest, or turn yourself in to the Slavemaster." He said, lying back down.
The Twi'Lek took the blaster and tiptoed out the door, looking around as if every shadow was a guard ready to blast her head off.
"I wish her well." Dozkai though to himself as he drifted back to sleep.
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The next day, while Dozkai read the reports of the guardsmen, he saw an entry stating that someone managed to kill several guards and steal a shuttle.
The Sith smiled to himself. I guess she had some fight in her after all, he mused.
"Xana!" he called out to the lithe pureblood Captain of the guard standing just outside, awaiting her orders for the day.
"Yes Sir?" She responded, standing to attention at his side.
"At ease, Xana. Have the night guardsmen run extra drills this week. If a sex slave armed with a holdout blaster can kill six of them and steal a shuttle, then they are simply not doing enough." He told her evenly.
"How? Ahem, Yes Sir." She caught herself, stopping herself from breaking protocol.
"You're dismissed." Dozkai said with a smile. Xana saluted and made for the door. "Oh, and Xana?" he added.
"Yes Sir?" she replied
"Meet me for dinner tonight. It's been a while since we talked without the ranks." he smiled.
"Yes Sir!" The guardswoman responded, with quite a bit more enthusiasm than she intended.
That night, Dozkai waited in the dining hall, looking over reports from the guards and servants under his command. He glanced up to see Xana standing across the table in a black satin dinner dress.
"Damn it's good to be out of uniform around you." She said as she sat down.
"Indeed. I certainly missed seeing...more of you " Dozkai said as he soaked in her gorgeous form, admiring the way her dress accented her red skin tone.
"So, what are we having?" Xana asked.
"Whatever you wish. I was waiting for you before I ordered" He replied nonchalantly. In truth he had forgotten to order because he got lost in the reports.
"That’s fine." Xana said, hitting the button on the centerpiece to bring up the hologram waiter.
"I'll have the roast shatual and a tarishian ale." she said with satisfaction.
" I'll have the trakkrrrn ribs with alderaanian brandy" Dozkai said offhandedly.
"So, what sparked the sudden off-duty meeting, hmm?" Xana asked flirtatiously.
"Exactly what I said this morning. We haven't had much time together lately, and I wanted to change that." Dozkai replied.
"Oh, so this isn't just to get in my pants?" Xana said coyly.
"No, but I wouldn't mind another night with you..." Dozkai said.
...To Be Continued.
Special thanks to AlexandraS90 for the new format and for proofreading
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