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Chapter V: Captivating

Telos IV

She stirred and stretched her arms. She felt them hit something before she snapped her eyes open. It was starting to come back to her. Her ship came out of hyperspace at Dantooine. The pilot started swearing about something. Her eyes grew wide as she remembered the Sith Capital ship's lasers slamming into her ship, hard enough that it bounced her into the ceiling. She reached her hand back to the top of her head and felt a nasty bump from where she had collided. That was the last thing she remembered.

Now she was awake, and as she saw her surroundings she feared the worse. She was in a security cell, with its loud forcefield humming in her ear. If the Sith had captured her, it was only a matter of time before they came to torturer her into becoming one of them. She had passed the trials and was a Jedi Knight, but she had heard that even some of the Masters had fallen. Fear began to creep in as she wondered what hope she had of resisting.

Her eyes which had been darting around the room, finally landed on the cage next to her. There was another prisoner in there, and it wasn't her pilot. “Hello,” she said hoping they hadn't put them in sound proof cells.

The other prisoner looked over at her, “Hello,” he replied, “I'm Carth Onasi. Are you okay Anya?”

“Yes, I have a bump on my head, but... but how do you know who I am? Where are we? Do you know what happened to my pilot?” She sputtered out as fast as she could, her eyes were darting all around the room, not focusing on anything

“Whoa, slow down or you'll pass ou...” He couldn't finish his statement before she passed out again. “Do all Jedi I run into have pass out immediately after meeting me?”

She woke up again about 15 minutes later. “Hello again,” Carth said to the Jedi, “lets take this slower, alright?”

“Alright, Carth, “ she said taking a few deep breathes. Her head was throbbing, but at least she felt stable.

“I'm Carth Onasi, I'm a friend of the Republic and the Jedi. I've been helping the resistances on the core worlds, and they sent me to the outer rim to look for lost Jedi that might not be aware of the current crisis,” he was talking in hushed tones as though he thought they didn't have any listening devices near them. Anya had been reaching out in the force, which she found to her surprise hadn't been blocked by the Sith at the end of her cell's shield, and she sensed that Carth was telling the truth about himself.

“So how long have I been out?”

“After you were knocked unconscious on Atton's ship, he made an emergency jump that took you to the Telos IV system. The ship was in need of repairs and he stopped at an asteroid mining colony. The miner's figured out who you were and sedated you. You've been out for about 2 days.”

“Why didn't the Sith wake me up before then?” she question.

Carth chuckled, “A pessimist I see. We haven't been captured by the Sith yet. We're being held on Telos IV by the TSF until the Sith can come pick us up.”

“Us?”

“My companions and Atton have a plan for getting us out of here, but we figured you'd have a better chance at escape if they failed, if I were with you.”

She laughed, “You make it sound real hopeful.”

“Don't worry,” he replied, “I'm sure they're doing everything they can.”

Elsewhere on Telos IV

Sex Scene X

Kikri was kneeling. Atton's waist was at eye level. Mission was slinking behind him laying kisses on his neck. He had already removed his shirt, while the two women were fully clothed. Atton was sitting on the bed in the room they had been given by the TSF with his legs hanging over the edge. Mission was on the bed behind him, running her hands all over him, making loud sucking sounds as she ran her tongue and lips all over the man.

Kikri wasn't having as many troubles believing that she was placed in this situation again. In fact she was beginning to accept her new role as her Mistress' slut. As she stared at the bulge in Atton's pants in front of her, she found herself becoming rather aroused. She could hear Mission making all sorts of fun sounds as she played with Atton. Kikri was becoming more turned on by the moment as she watch the pair. Finally, she decided to let go and enjoy.

She reached forward and started to rub the bulge in Atton's pants and began to rub it. She got an immediate reaction from Atton, as he sat up straiter and inhaled sharply. She worked his cock, rubbing it with her hands as she looked innocently at him. She was going to make him show how much he wanted this. After several moments of rubbing his dick through his pants, Atton got fed up and unlatched his belt and slid his pants and undergarments off.

His cock sprung to life as it stared Kikri in the face. Atton seemed to almost be ignoring Mission, as he was entirely focused on what the Jedi was going to do next. Kikri looked innocently at the pilot, shyly wondering what to do next. Atton seemed almost tortured waiting on the Exile to make a move. She finally made one. She reached up with her hand began to stroke his dick, and he let out a sigh of relief and approval. “Ah,” Kikri said with a wide grin on her face, “so that's what you wanted.”

Atton smiled as the Jedi kept working his cock with her hand, “You really are a tease.”

“Oh, I'm a tease am I?” Kikri said indignantly. She rubbed the cock one more time and then took it into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down on it several times, going deeper each time. Atton put his hands on her head and moaned as she worked expertly. She went down on him almost all the way, but the greedy smuggler wanted more. He pushed her head back down just as she was beginning to slide it back up the shaft. She began to gag as she went all the way to the base of his cock. Atton held her there, savoring a moment of pay back before he let her retreat.

“That's my slut. I think you're both ready for to step this up a notch,” smiled the Twi'lek as she pulled her shirt off over her head. Atton stood up and helped the Exile out of her shirt and bra. After they had both been discarded onto the floor, Atton grabbed her breasts and began sucking on one of them. Kikri cooed in approval as the man made her nipple hard. The scoundrel moved over to her other breast until it became the same.

Mission, who was now completely nude, slinked across the bed over to the pair. “You look tasty.” The blue Twi'lek kissed her Jedi on the lips. As the two lovers' lips embraced, Atton slid Kikri's skirt down her long luscious legs, past her knee high black leather boots, onto the floor.

“No panties... Just the way I like it,” Atton said parting the Jedi's legs slightly. He then kissed her on her other lips. Kikri instantly shot up right pulling away from Mission. It happened so suddenly that Mission almost fell off the bed. She fell into Kikri grabbing onto her lovely breasts to steady herself. The two giggled as Mission began to feel up her slut's breasts.

Kikri moaned as the smuggler continued to eat her out. Either Atton was amazing or the Jedi was becoming easier, she could already feel herself being pushed towards the edge. Atton upped the ante on his new companion, he took his middle finger and rammed it up her ass. Almost instantly, Kikri came hard.

“Oh Fuck Atton, that was awesome,” the Jedi said still shaking. Mission playfully pushed her girl backward onto the bed. Kikri hit the mattress with a thud and a giggle.

“My turn!” Mission dropped her hands down to Atton and lifted his head up to hers. The pair kissed, and the twi'lek could taste her sluts spunk on the man. She embraced Atton and moved him over to the bed. Mission slid across the bed on her back, so that just her legs were over the edge. Or would have been, if she didn't have them wrapped around Atton. Atton leaned over Mission. With his hands above her head, he began ramming into her exposed snatch as hard as he could.

“Mmmm... Fuck yeah baby, fuck me harder.” Mission bit her bottom lip and then opened her dirty mouth again to let out a sultry moan. Atton kept thrusting into her, faster and faster. Mission felt herself coming closer to the edge. She was smiling working harder, trying to take in more of the man. Her eyes grew wide with despair as Atton began slowing down.

Mission soon saw the reason. Two hands snaked up Atton's chest; Kikri's face soon came into view, as she was planting kisses on the rogue's neck. “I have a fun idea,” Kikri said between kisses.

She led Atton over to the bed and had him lay on his side and mount Mission who was laying on her back. Kikri climbed on top of the twi'lek for some sixty-nine action. Atton began to thrust into Mission with all of his force. Mission in turn was bucking like a wild horse. She was half conscious on eating out her slave, but she was fully intent on cumming. Kikri on the other hand was joyously eating out her mistresses cunt. She was focusing her tongue on the twi'lek's clit, while she had a finger working on the girls ass.

“Oh fuck! Fuck yes! YES YES YES!” Yelled the twi'lek. She arched her back and with another thrust from both Atton and Kikri she melted into a blissful orgasm.

Atton, seeing the lovely blue twi'lek writhing in ecstasy next to him, pulled out. He immediately grabbed Kikri's head and shoved his throbbing cock into her mouth. Kikri almost gagged at his suddenness, but soon she was happily giving the man the blow job of his life. As Kikri worked her tongue on Atton, Mission began coming down from her orgasm. She looked at her slave's ass and pussy hovering above her.

The twi'lek seized the opportunity and Kikri's ass. Mission spread the Jedi's cheeks, before running her tongue along the outside of the girl's hole. She then stuck her blue thumb into her slave's puckered hole. After hearing a sharp intake of air from Kikri, Mission smiled and began sliding two fingers in and out of the girl's slick twat.

“Shit, for a Jedi, you really know how to do this.” Atton tensed and grabbed tighter to the hair of the woman he was throat fucking. Kikri ran her tongue around his hard cock one more time. Atton stiffened and shot his hot spunk into the eager Jedi's mouth.

Mission slid out from underneath Kikri and turning her around said, “Don't be greedy my good little slut.” Kikri embraced her mistress in a kiss, swapping some of the smugglers jizz into the blue twi'lek's mouth. The transfer wasn't entirely clean, as some of the white cream dribbled onto their chins. “Here, let me get that,” Mission said as she ran her tongue up Kikri's neck and across her chin, before landing at the woman's lips again. After a brief kiss, the twi'lek wiped the bit that had dribbled off of her chin. She then proceeded to lick Atton's spunk off each of her digits. “Looks like some one is ready to go again.”

Kikri turned around to face Atton, who's member was already erect again. She looked back at Mission who nodded. Much to Atton's delight, the Jedi grabbed his cock and began to stroke it. Mission came around behind the man and started kissing him on his neck and back. Kikri leaned in and put Atton in her mouth. Mission trailed kisses up to Atton's ears while Kikri continued bobbing up and down on him. “Feels good doesn't it,” purred the blue girl as she ran her hands up and down the smuggler's chest. “It can be like this always. Just submit to me, become mine and you can always have it this way.” As Kikri listened to Mission's words, she felt a strange shift in the force. Similar to Jedi mind tricks, yet it possessed a different characteristic. Kikri was pulled out of her thoughts as Atton grabbed hold of her head and pushed it all the way down on his shaft.

Kikri worked harder to drive the smuggler crazy. She began to tease Atton, bring him to the edge with a few flicks of her tongue and then back down. “Be my slave and she'll give you the release you need.”

A few more licks combined with the force power that Kikri had been sensing and Atton was at the end of himself. “I'm yours mistress,” Atton declared. Mission smiled and kissed her new acquisition hard on the mouth. She relished the feeling of being pressed up against the man as he shuddered, unleashing another of load of hot spunk. This time it shot all over Kikri's smiling face.

Mission kissed her slave, enjoying the taste of her new slave on her Jedi's lips. “Come on, lets get cleaned up. We need to keep the Sith from gaining another Jedi.”

Bimmisaari, Capital Planet of the Halla Sector

From a balcony high atop the planet, Revan overlooked the capitol city of a newly flourishing trade planet. The wind ripped across her thin black silk nightgown. Too thin the Sith Lord decided, as the cold night sent a chill up her spine. As Revan stood there, watching the speeders passing by below from her fantastic view of the city, she was reminded of the importance of the work she was undertaking. She could feel the darkness encroaching, threatening to devour everything that she had ever cared about.

She had done everything she could to prevent the darkness' hunger from consuming the light of the galaxy. She had even “reformed” the Jedi order, but there was still a piece missing. She needed more time to put it into place, but she feared that time was running out.

She felt her latest apprentice stirring in the room she had just left. Raquel was the woman's name. Revan had taken her on as an apprentice a few weeks earlier, partly because she needed a new one, but mostly because this she was the first Dark Jedi who had come to her. Dark Jedi weren't as easy to trust. Revan knew the Jedi. The one's that she had turned to her side, all shared a common background,the Jedi Code, and were all very predictable and very loyal. They trusted her and loved her, just as she loved them. The dark Jedi however... They shared a common code, but depending on their teacher, they differed in how they followed it. Revan was even shocked to discover how different her Sith Academy's teachings were from her own when she wasn't the one in charge. Not only that, but she couldn't even be sure they weren't double agents for the...

“Its a bit chilly out here,” Raquel said as she approached the Sith Lord interrupting her thoughts. Revan turned around to see her lithe apprentice rubbing her arms as she tried to stay warm. Revan smiled at her. Even if she didn't trust her fully, she admired her beauty. From her flowing dark brown hair dyed with streaks of red to her dark eyes. She had an athletic build, not overly toned as to take away her female figure but enough that Revan kept fixing her gaze on the young woman's six pack. Raquel also had slender legs and a shapely ass. Revan was especially excited about that, she had never had an apprentice whose greatest asset was her gorgeous butt.

Raquel moved closer to Revan, who was now leaning against the the railing facing away from the city and towards her apprentice. She put her arms around her master and they shared a kissed. When it broke Raquel was staring into Revan's eyes, but her master seemed to be unfocused, as if she were looking past her. “Is something troubling you, Master?”

Revan refocused her gaze on her apprentice, “No, I'm fine.”

Raquel seemed unconvinced. “You just seem... distant,” she pressed shyly as she looked down at the floor.

Revan found she was struggling to extend her trust towards her apprentice, something she would have to work on. No better time than the present, “You're right, my mind is in a different place.” Revan smiled at her, “You're getting better at picking up the subtleties of my mood. I was plotting, wondering if I could make events happen when they need to.”

Raquel was a quick study indeed, and the young sith could tell that she wasn't going to get any more information out of her master about the situation just yet. So, she decided to try to be helpful, “Well what have your visions of the future told you?”

Revan smiled and then kissed her apprentice on the forehead, “Visions of the future are not a tool I choose to rely on. They can be... distracting.”

“Distracting? How?”

“Well for starters... Wait,” Revan suddenly tensed, squeezing her apprentice. “Did you feel that?”

“You squeezing my arm tighter?”

Revan stared at her apprentice's weak attempt at humor, “Did you feel the subtle shift in the force. This particular kind is used when some one is trying to conceal themselves.”

Revan returned to her room and pressed her communications panel on the wall, “Security,”

“Yes my lord?”

“We have a security breach, a force user has penetrated the building. Step up all security, and give me the locations of anyone who hasn't reported in.”

“Well they didn't kill any one,” Raquel stated. “In a building full of force users some one would have noticed a death.”

“I agree, but depending on their skill, they might have had to disable some of our people.” Revan pressed another button and Darth Jouir's voice on the was heard on the other end. “Yes mu lord?” Replied the sith lord from the Death's Touch.

“There is a security breach some where in the palace, keep all ships on high alert. I know we don't have enough ships in the flotilla for a full blockade, but keep your eyes open and stop anything that looks suspicious.”

“You can count on us.”

“Good,” Revan turned to her apprentice, “Do you sense anything?”

Raquel paused for a moment. She took a deep breath trying focus on anything that was out of place. She sensed something, it was close. She couldn't quite find its location or what it was, “I sense something its close by, but I can't tell anything else about it.”

Her Master opened up to the force and reached out. Her eyes grew wide and she shouted, “Get Down!” She dove on top of her apprentice and threw up the strongest Force bubble she could manage.

It went deathly silent just before a terrible explosion tore through the Bimmisaari Diplomatic Tower. Flames tore through the palace, as the enormity of the explosion put stress on the surrounding floors. Revan held on with all her might to maintain the bubble as the building began to collapse around her. Ten floors above her suddenly broke free of their supports and slammed down on the two trapped Sith. The immediate stress put on the bubble gave Revan the worst migraine of her life. It felt as if some one had just tore her head open.

As the floor beneath them collapsed, she began to feel the heat of the explosion trying to consume her. It was dampened by her bubble, but it was still as hot as hell. Sweat bucketed down from her, running into her eyes and mouth. When the dehydration started to set in, the saltiness of the sweat taunted her. The flames licked at every part of her body, causing a hundred thousand sharp burning sensations all over.

Revan and her apprentice went strait through the next floor as well. Revan was drawing as deeply into the Force as she could, but it wasn't enough. She was stretched in too many directions. Trying to keep her bubble in tact and the pain at bay was tough enough; but with every floor they slammed into, she almost lost consciousness from the heightened pain. She had a tight grip on her apprentice, who she hoped wasn't feeling the pain. Revan knew that she couldn't stop the heat. However, she was taking all of the force from the blows with her bubble, and Dark Lord figured that might save the girl. They broke through floor after floor, the Revan wanted to scream after slamming into each one. Finally, after falling for about twenty five floors, one of them held. Revan slammed to a halt along with about thirty floors of debris, that smashed into her bubble, utterly destroying it. She felt her right shoulder shatter just before she blacked out.

***

This was the hardest part of her mission. It required delicacy and precision. She hated delicacy and precision. But she had her orders: kill Revan however she wished, and when that plan failed, return the Sith to her master alive. Just as her master said it would, her plan failed. Now she had to clean up her mess. If there was anything she hated more than delicacy it was cleaning up her messes.

She had twenty disciples of her master to hold the tons of steel and shrapnel while she cut out the floor beneath her prey. Something that a Sith Master could do easily, but not the same with his flunkies. She got her signal from the decoy that it was going to punch the blockade the sith surely would have in orbit. This much Force output all at once is bound to draw too much attention, with out a proper distraction.

She nodded to the nearest dark Jedi and he and the rest of the twenty all directed their powers at making a safety net around for the hole she was preparing to cut. She took a breath and propelled herself upward in a spin with the Force. Red light saber blazing, she made a circular cut beneath her quarry. She landed shortly before the section of the ceiling and not one, but two Sith. One stayed down, but the other sprung to her feet, red light saber jumping to life.

The Sith assassin turned to meet the lightsaber with her own, and suddenly stopped in shock. “Raquel?”

“Jasmine? You're the last person I'd expect to see.” Raquel said to the assassin taking her blade into a defensive position.

“Are you with her?” Jasmine asked motioning towards the unconscious Sith Lord.

“I'm her apprentice,” Raquel said. “Would you kill me to get to her?”

Jasmine began to pace. “You could always surrender,” she answered.

Raquel laughed, “All I have to do is hold out and wait for reinforcements. Until then I'm not going to let you leave with my master.”

Raquel studied her pacing friend. Watching her try to figure out what sort of enemies they were to be. “Here is the problem with back up. I have 20 dark Jedi keeping the building from collapsing through this room. If your back up arrives, I'm afraid that the roof will collapse. Sith troopers have a way of causing people to lose their focus. Our intel says that the only Masters you have in the area capable of keeping this building up are Revan and Jouir. With Jouir managing the space forces trying to keep us from escaping, and Revan being...” she motioned to the unconscious female lying behind Raquel, “well, I don't think she's going to be of any help.”

“It seems you have all the angles covered. I take it you didn't come up with this one.” Raquel taunted with a smile.

Jasmine laughed as well, “My plan ended with blowing the hell out of this building. This impasse is not my choosing, but we seem to be on a time limit. So, are you going to let me take her, or will I have to deal with you too?”

Raquel held her ground, “I'm with her.” Jasmine sprang to life. Red lightsaber whirling only stopping when it collided with her counterparts identically coloured blade. Jasmine's offensive was good but Raquel was able to counter every move with ease, it almost seemed as if her opponent wasn't giving it her all. It was understandable, Raquel couldn't find it in her to go all out against her blond enemy.

Raquel went on a counter offensive to put some more space between her assailant and her unconscious master. It was a half hearted attack though, and she cut off her attack short. “Damn it Jazz. I can't fight you.”

There was a thudding of boots a few floors beneath them. Reinforcements had started to arrive, and in the distance the unmistakable wain of gunship engines could be heard, “Last chance then, love. Either step away or fight me, because I can't leave here without her.”

Raquel looked around the room at the strained faces of the Dark Jedi already beginning to falter. “I'm not leaving her. I'm not any more of a traitor now then I was back then.” Jasmine didn't hesitate and charged right at the Sith Apprentice. She was a furry of motion letting the dark side take complete control of her. Nothing was going to keep her from her prey. Not a collapsing building, not reinforcements and especially not a past love.

Raquel wasn't handling the assault well. Jasmine threw an attack at her midsection, which she blocked with a downward motion. Jasmine swung a kick into her opponents midsection. Raquel was knocked to the ground as her lost love moved to take her most recent flame.

Jasmine reached out her hand. Calling on the force she pulled the Sith Lord to her. With saber powered down, she drew Revan towards her outstretched arms. Revan flew through the air, as Jasmine waited to catch her. Just before Jasmine caught her, Raquel slammed into the woman. Knocked sideways, Jasmine crashed into one of the dark Jedi trying to hold the room together. Raquel, after being knocked to the floor by a force flung Revan, looked up at the ceiling with wide eyes as she heard it creek. Quickly she grabbed her master and ran to the nearest window and she jumped.

The building exploded behind her. She used the force to guide her fall, to even try to slow it. Raquel held on tight to Revan as the pair were pelted by debris from the destroyed building. The Sith Apprentice was able to direct their actions a little, but mostly the pair just plummeted. Until they entered the space lanes.

Raquel tried to use the force to blast the first speeder out of her way, but she didn't have the focus or the strength behind it. So, the two sith merely slammed into the speeder. Glass shattered with a crunch, as Raquel and Revan smashed the hood of the speeder. In turn the vehicle lost momentum and began to plummet to the planet beneath. Shortly after, debris from the building began to wreck havoc on the sky lane. Traffic was thrown all over as the bigger chunks began knocking speeders out of the sky.

Raquel was trying to stay conscious as the flaming speeder she was on came closer to the ground. “Revan wake up! Come on Master!” Raquel took a look at the rapidly approaching ground and then back to her master. “A kiss for luck.” Raquel embraced her master and then tried to rely on the force again. She closed her eyes and held out her hand. Just before their speeder slammed into the world below, Raquel threw all of her energy into a force push at the ground to try to slow their momentum.

The push managed to slow them down, but not enough. Raquel landed hard, and with a yelp dislocated her wrist and shoulder. She could hear sirens in the background, but more importantly she could sense Jasmin and hostile dark side users heading towards her and her master. The young woman took a look at the wreckage around her. There must have been twenty downed speeder. The Sith picked up her master and tried to crawl away from the downed speeder, looking for anyplace she could hide.

“Damn are you okay! You hit the deck hard. I can't believe you're trying to walk.” Raquel looked up and saw a young male mirialan, staring at her. Raquel blushed, realizing that she was still merely clad in her black lace bra and panties.

“Well don't just stare, help me,” demanded the you sith apprentice.

“Sure, what do you want me to do?” the young male said, eager to please the beauty he had just found.

“I dislocated my shoulder and wrist,” she said as she adjusted her wounds towards the mirialan, “help me pop them back into place. Start with my shoulder.”

The mirialan got into place and pushed. Raquel winced, and with a squishy pop, her shoulder was back into place. “Grrr... that sucked.” Raquel reached out into the force, her pursuers were close. “Quick, is there any place that we can hide?”

“Uhh...yeah, there is a space port not to far from here. I work on one of the trading ships there, so I'll be able to get you through the security check points they've had set up recently.”

“Thank you, would you help me with her?” The pair each put one of Revan's arms over their shoulders and began to drag the helpless Sith Lord towards the space dock.

“My name is Visz, by the way.”

“I'm Raquel, and thank you for the help. We need to hurry.”

Visz was correct, the space dock wasn't that far away. Two blocks, maybe three. They approached the security check point and Visz was able to pass off Revan as just being passed out drunk after a wild night of partying.

“The ship, its just through here,” Visz motioned to a nearby hanger.

As soon as they entered the hanger, Raquel felt danger through the force. “We need to hurry, I'm being pursued and I think they're catching up.”

“Don't worry, you'll be safe from them in here.” As the group approached, man exited the ship and came over to Visz and the two Sith.

“Who is this, Visz?”

“Jace, hi, give us a hand here.”

Jace didn't make any movements towards them, “No Visz, not after last time.”

Visz kept up the pace, “Come on Jace, they're hurt and need a place to hide. This one here is unconscious. Jace, please.” Visz insisted.

Something on Jace's face changed, “Okay, I'll go open the cargo hatch. But once they get settled, you come and speak with me immediately.”

There was a show of relief on the faces of both Visz and Raquel as they continued to proceed toward the cargo hatch, which was beginning to open. “What did he mean by 'last time?'” question Raquel.

“Some other time,” By the time the trio reached the cargo hold the bay door had opened. “Do you think that you can carry her inside? I need to check in with Jace.”

“Yeah,” the Sith apprentice said with a grunt, “I've got her.” Raquel was able to carry Revan's weight as she helped the Sith into the cargo bay. As soon as she stepped into the ship, the door closed behind the Sith. No lights came on, and it was dark in the cargo bay. “Uh... Visz,” Raquel called out, “any one.” There was no reply. Raquel set her master gently on the floor of the cargo bay, “I'll be right back, let me just take a look around.”

Raquel moved forward through dark of the cargo bay. She reached out with the force, and could sense others on the ship. There were six including the two she had already met, and they all seemed rather anxious. There was a rumble and then she felt the automatic gravity kick in. I've got a bad feeling about this, Raquel thought. She reached what she thought to be the front of the cargo bay. But there was no opening, only what seemed to be a thick wall of Plexiglas.

“Damn it!” Yelled the young sith aloud. She had escaped an exploding building and survived a lightsaber duel with an old lover, only to be lured into yet another trap. In frustration she clenched her fists and pounded on the glass.

Soon enough however the lights flickered on and she was able to face her captors. “Well well. Quite the catch. Good work Visz,” Jace said with a mocking grin on his. He was joined by Visz, a female togruta, and a male twi'lek. “I'm sure there is a hutt that would pay a fortune for these two lovelies.”

Realization came to Raquel, these weren't sith. They were slavers, nothing more. The rage that had been building up inside of her was released finally. The sith smiled with glee as she force choked the life out of Visz.

“Oh fuck!” The twi'lek yelled as he watched his friends eyes start to pop out of his head.

“Damn it Visz, you brought sith on my ship.” He pressed a button next to the glass, just beyond what Raquel could see. She could hear the hiss of gas entering her cell however. It was either keep her force choke up and finish off this slave trading scum, or try fighting the gas. She considered fighting it for a moment longer, but the look of the dying mirialan was priceless. She stayed conscious just long enough to watch her betrayer die. Just after watching her victim die, the gas knocked the Sith to the floor.
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