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(OOC: This is a story I started to create years ago when I wanted to write backstories for the characters I create in the game. This is a Fan Fiction but modified with some added new races and characters. Please enjoy! I like good feedback as I am looking to improve my writing. :) That said, I am trying to keep within the community guidelines, so please make sure I do because I want my content to be for everyone to enjoy reading. I will be constantly editing my chapters if needed.)

 

Star Wars The Old Republic

' Sith Hunter '

Chapter One

' Khan '

Ever since the end of the Mandolorian Wars, the fall of the Galactic Republic, and the Rise of the Sith Empire, the fleet of Paerilous Khan remained strong. The Sith Empire were mighty. They amassed a large force somewhere to become a power that rivaled the Khan. However alone his fleet slowly grew stronger. Seeking the power the Empire holds, the Khan planned to add the Empire to his own and to bring down the Emperor to his heels. The Khan bows to only himself. As a servant to none and Lord of all before him, defeating the Emperor will ascend him to the highest throne.

The Crimson Daeger, a dreadnought super star destroyer of immense size and strength, orbited the strange orange-brown moon known as Nal Hutta. Alone, it stood fast against its foes. The remainder of Paerilous Khan's forces stood by for his orders.

Inside the ship before the shatterproof window and standing on the bridge was the Khan himself. Standing at seven feet in height and thick with solid, well-built muscles, the dark green/gray shaded Mirialian cast a foreboding aura of strength, intimidation and terror. A mutant of sheer height and thick with solid muscles that could easily rip the strongest of metals apart. The Khan appeared angry. Across his rippling, veiny thick arms were red tattoos and scars.

With his thick, veiny tattooed arms behind his back, the warlord stood tall in a powerful stance. On one of his wrists was a tightly locked wristband. Golden with an intricate design, it was locked in place covering his lower forearm. The expression on his scarred face was twisted into cruelty and anger. A long scar cut across his left eye which became white long ago while his right eye had the only fiery green eye left. Age was visible on his features.

Paerilous Khan was known by another name, the Merciless. The name states it all and shows on his demeanor. Merciless toward his enemies, he would cut them down even if they were a friend or foe. If someone made a mistake in front him, he would never show mercy.

From behind the Khan several meters across the prow of his bridge, a door swished open. A single female humanoid entered. Her heavy metallic footsteps exited the door with several echoes as it closed behind her. Pausing for a few moments as the door shut, the woman scowled with hatred in her dark eyes. Within her vacant pupils, there was a few measures of respect for her Khan. Her cloak fluttered before it rested on her torso. Her thick eight pack abs was exposed.

Her features were animal like with horns and a dark tanned complexion. She seemed beastly than a near human would look like. Buff and muscular, the well-built woman still retained her agile femininity. A cloak wrapped around her armor piece. It was fitted with a hood but rested on her back. Each of her shoulder guards were designed differently on opposite sides. One was jagged with a spike on the end and the other was a simple, hard covering. She wore a fiber mesh armored clothing with the body plates wrapped around her solid, thick muscles.

Her tattooed left arm was bare, vacant and without an armored covering. A sturdy, fingerless leather glove covered her hand for protection. Her right arm was covered with a fiber mesh armor. A scaled, encrusted gauntlet with sharp nails on the end covered her right hand. Along her spine was a serrated spine-like body cover that connected two pieces of her armor. On her lower torso were the armored leggings that connected to her spine like armor with body plates. Her large, metal boots were big with the top connected to her knees. Around her waist belt was a shock-whip and a sheath for her saber.

Scowling across the bridge at the back of her lord, the woman bared her mouth into a snarl revealing her sharp canines. Paerilous Khan trained her from a young age to become a Sith Juggernaut with a high defense and a powered offense. Trained on Korriban in the dark arts of the Sith, she remembered her rough childhood years as an Acolyte. It brought her nothing but horrible memories that caused her anger and hatred to increase.

Resting her right gauntlet on the hilt of her chosen dark Sith lightsaber, the woman bared her mouth into a fanged snarl while walking across the prow of the bridge. As her cloak swiveled behind her, her heavy boots echoed across the bridge. Ignoring most of the crew at their bridge stations, the woman kept her cold stare focused on the Khan’s back. On her scarred face was a tribal tattoo of her people. Her horns and her tattoos caused her to closely resembled of the Dathomir Zabrak.

Her people were from an unknown region of space that wasn’t explored. Paerilous Khan found her an orphan and made her a slave. It was from her young beginnings that she proved herself strong enough. Among her tribal face tattoo was an almost visible long, jagged scar from the bottom of her left crown beside her left ear across her face along her nose in a diagonal motion toward her right jaw.

Among the crown of horns on her thick cranium was a protruding forehead with sharp, spiked dual horns. A long, dark hair grew out and formed a mane from the top of her head downward. It was braided and weaved in a certain way and tired behind the back of her cranium while the strands flowed down below her shoulder blades.

Finishing her final steps upward toward the command center of the bridge, the beast growled with hatred while stopping before the back of her lord. Gripping the hilt of her saber, the woman tapped her boots together and placed her gloved hand across her chest. Kneeling before him, she awaited his voice.

The cold, command tone of the Warlord resounded among the bridge when he spoke, “You are late.”

The imposing form of the Khan rivaled even the woman’s own well-built muscular form. She bowed her head to avert her eyes as the man turned to face her. The beast growled, “Forgive me, my lord.”

Khan scowled at her and snarled. Approaching her, he touched her chin and responded, “No matter, Aescun Shi’ion. You may rise.”

Aescun looked into his eyes and rose to listen as he spoke, “I raised you like a daughter and as a close right hand. It felt as if yesterday I found you on a derelict transport in an unknown region but over several centuries ago. You have come a long way. As my right hand, you were the one who would do as I say without question. That allows you some leniency I do not offer others so long as you are obedient to my laws and decree, I will allow you to come and go.”

The Khan stroked her on the cheek. Aescun grabbed his wrist and kissed his hand. Holding her close, the Khan stroked her horns and hair. She wrapped her arm around his waist as he inquired while gathering her attention toward him, “What of your hunt on Hutta? You have good news?”

Staring into the Khan’s only dark green eye and his white pupil, Aescun snarled baring her fangs and growled under her breath with disgust clear on her tone, “My quarry escaped me. He was somehow given advanced notice. I failed you, my lord.”

Hearing the news angered him, the Miralian growled while baring his mouth into a scowl. Raising his fist, he smacked her across the jaw with force. Aescun whimpered holding her jaw and stumbled several paces. The Warlord packed a powerful punch that cracked her jaw and spat with anger, “Yes you have failed me. He is an enemy and must be terminated as a possible force sensitive. The Empire wants him dead and I intend to offer them his bloody head on a pike if necessary! No excuses.”

Aescun halfway knelt on the floor while nursing her jaw and averted his gaze. The merciless Khan scowled back with anger and hatred. Bending down slightly, he grabbed her throat and lifted. Aescun scrambled to grab the hand on her throat and struggled. Offering a slight whimper, she pleaded, “My lord, I have no means of transport. He has escaped the planet and is long gone. There might be time to find-”

An angry, long growl from within the Khan’s throat silenced her as he increased the grip on her throat and spat at her face, “I do not tolerate failure. Those who offer feeble words of excuses do not deserve another chance. However, you,” the warlord growled with anger while lifting her effortlessly closer to him and thrust her across. Pumping his muscular arms while bristling his broad shoulder traps, he shouted, “Get this one last chance.”

Aescun’s body fell with a thud on the floor as she was thrust down the steps. Her cranium connected against the hard floor, but she barely felt the impact as she slid. Looking up, she gasped watching the Khan step down the steps toward her. Scrambling around the floor, she knelt before him as he replied softly placing his arms behind his back, “It is time, Aescun. Your final training is nearly complete, and your test comes soon. You will receive your first personal hunter fighter transport ship. It is capable of both combat as well as transportation of your prisoners. Go see my son for the final training.”

Speaking no more, Aescun bowed her head and responded before turning away, “My lord.”

Her cloak swished as she walked away from him. Her heavy boots thudded across the hollow bridge. The Khan stood for a moment watching his huntress’s back before resuming his position to return to his command center and watch the Hutta moon.


Down at the sub-level deck of the Daeger, a large, well-built Eir hung upside down from the steel rod. The Eir resembled humans but with certain differences. A waist belt wrapped around his lower chest. Wearing only his training shorts, he was in the middle of a combat training room. Two, large metal pyramid like weights stood from the ground near him. Placing his large, muscular trunk like arms across his broad chest, he hoisted his body upward with a grunt while quickly moving his arms forward to grab the two pyramid weights. Keeping his back straight and his body in a horizontal level, he lifted the weights by the rings.

Veins protruded and throbbed across his pristine, tattooed muscular body that rivaled even his warlord. Lines formed around many of his muscular sections including his large, solid thick back. As he grunted in his workout, he angrily screamed with pain while lifting the weights upward from the ground. His head was shaved with a jagged design atop it. His shredded muscular traps were massive in scale for his body. Holding the weights in place for a longer duration, he groaned dropping the weights on the ground and dealt a backward jump from the rod to the floor onto a plank position to rest.

From beyond him, the door opened as Aescun entered. The Eir snarled hearing her come in and looked up to scowl at her. Rising up slowly while in the plank position into a squat, he growled, “Who dares interrupt my work out? Speak now or get out,” he roared.

Aescun stared back coolly. Raising her hand outwards to her side, she smirked while using the force to grab a training stick. A long stick was forced out of its place and found itself on Aescun’s left handed grip. She flipped the stick around in fluid motion before resting it behind her back. Placing her foot forward, she crouched and offered her right gauntlet in a challenge, “You know why I’m here, Jordai Khan. Your father sent me here for my final training.”

Baring his scowl, Jordai growled while flexing his massive arms. Removing his waist belt, he approached the pyramid weight. Grabbing each hand holds, he grunted hoisting it up over his shoulders. Angered at being interrupted, he roared while thrusting the weight with force toward Aescun. Pumping his arms, he screamed, “Like my father, I will not tolerate being interrupted in my work out! Get out!” He made a threatening gesture toward her and pointed with enforcement.

Aescun saw that weight coming toward her and placed her gauntlet in front of it. Harnessing the force energies toward her, she stepped aside and tapped it with the tips of her gauntlet as the weight crashed onto the ground. Sparks flew from the metal itself as she smirked. Scowling at him, she shook her head scolding him, “Jordai. Watch your temper. It does not become you. Now, I am here at the bidding of your father and I want my training concluded. Now.”

Seeing him at his full six feet six height, Aescun saw his entire form of strength including his solid, hardened ten pack abs. She felt his power and loved every second of it. For a humanoid Eir, Jordai was a genetic anomaly for being a freak with hardened, natural muscles. Out of the human population within the Khan’s fleet, only Jordai stands out as the strongest for his race. Compared to Aescun’s height, Jordai was taller. Priming for his attack, she flipped the stick around in fluid motion and beckoned him forward.

Jordai curled his lips into a snarl. In his dark soul, he already knew himself to be a genetic freak and loved every second of it. Thumping his abs, he growled as he lumbered toward the weapon rack and took out two heavy broad axes. Lifting them and testing the weight of the weapons, he spun one of them around his wrist and faced Aescun.

Aescun sighed and spoke, “Really, Jordai? This is my test?”

Shifting the weight of his shoulder and cracking bulging neck while pumping his trapezoid muscles, Jordai growled, “You will fail this one, I promise you Aescun. It will end with you in pieces. If you succeed. Well, I don’t know. The only rule is this. No using the force. That is an automatic fail that even father will surely cast you out.”

Aescun scoffed lightly and rolled her eyes, “Then what are you waiting for? This will be easy. You are slow as you speak, lumbering pu’ja!”

At the insult, the angered younger Khan shouted and charged. Crouching down from the top steps, he bounded off with a jump and a full-bodied roar while slashing down with his axes. Aescun ducked and swiped with her training rod hitting his flank. Jordai flailed horizontally with his left axe causing her to weave and jump out of the way of his second axe. The training room shuddered with the loud clanks and thwacks of each blows hitting the floor and walls.

Jordai’s hot sweat poured down. His blood boiled and the vein on his throat burst when Aescun’s stick hit it. He roared in pain and flailed his axe upward cleaving her stick in half. Aescun stumbled back and sniffed. Her beast like nostrils could smell the blood trickling from the side of his throat. Baring her fangs, she snarled and charged toward him. She bounded as he slashed with his axe and jumped over him as he crouched. Falling on her feet, Aescun hit Jordai’s side with her sticks. Spinning around on her feet while her hair fluttered in the wind, she ducked his lumbering swinging of the axes.

She bounded against the wall as he thrust the axe. The metal embedded itself into the wall and the jagged edge took hold of it. Jordai attempted to pry it off. Aescun charged forward with two broken stick, but Jordai roared and thrust his other axe swinging in her general direction horizontally before aiming it vertically toward the ground. It created a groove on the ground. Aescun flipped with her body across the wall over his veiny, trunk like arm. Spinning around, she delivered a few well aimed strikes against his face. The broken pieces scratched his face.

The bleeding Khan roared and pulled with strength removing the stuck axe from the wall. Holding the axe horizontally, Jordai exhaled a breath and roared picking the axe from the floor. Jordai charged forward and thrust himself upon Aescun. Aescun ducked his heavy swings and barely avoided the slicing metal as one scraped against her right gauntlet. The other axe slashed her face. Jordai smiled with glee watching the blood trickle from Aescun’s jaw.

Stumbling back, she felt the blood course from her jaw and spat on the floor. Uttering a snarl baring her fangs, Aescun ran and delivered a heavy kick on his side. Jordai flailed as she flipped over him while neatly missing the spinning blades. Backing away from him, Aescun noted his intimidating form.

Jordai hunched over while bristling his traps and held his axe to his sides. His face and neck bled. Breathing heavily, he waited and bided his time before speaking, “Give up. You have failed.”

Wiping the blood off her chin, Aescun exhaled a heavy breath and sighed shaking her head, “No. I haven’t. But you have proven yourself ready.” She dropped her sticks on the floor.

“For what?” Jordai inquired with a scowl and eyed her gauntlet reaching for her own weapon in her waist belt. Raising his axe forward, he shouted, “Do not use your saber or rely on the force. You forfeit the challenge and fail!”

“Saber?” Aescun spoke with a wonder and shook her head again reaching for her shock-whip, “No. My whip, My rules. The game changes now. I have trained you well. We are ready for this, my love.”

“For what?” He growled while priming his axes for an attack.

Aescun snapped the whip on the ground activating the energy. It glowed a bright fuchsia color and surged across the whip. Lashing it on the ground, she spoke, “This is your real test. The real reason why I interrupted your workout session without waiting for you to be done. Get angry and attack! Finish your training.”

She raised her whip and lashed it toward the slow, lumbering Khan as he raised his front weapon to defend himself against the attack. It wrapped around the handle of his axe. Gripping it tightly, Aescun pulled with her strength as the axe flew from his right hand and clattered across the floor toward her. The shock whip lashed against the ground again as she waited.

Jordai snarled gripping his only axe and scowled at her. He bided and awaited her next move while gathering his strength to break her in half. Aescun moved to pick up the axe. Turning her nose in disgust, she spat, “The broad axe. An archaic weapon used to hack animals into pieces. Could also be used to chop wood and break other things, but you use this weapon butcher and slaughter your enemies. Disgusting. Useless form of murder. Why do you do this?”

She lifted the axe and inspected its design with disgust. Looking at Jordai, she listened as he spoke with hatred, “Why not? It is an effective way to torture my enemies for information before I maim them and rip them apart with my bare hands. The axe is useful for crushing everything in sight. I will use it on you and enjoy every second of it!”

Aescun smirked at his response and tossed the weapon aside. Holding the whip on her left hand, she moved her right gauntlet forward and beckoned him, “Come on then. Let’s see what you can do with it.”

Tossing the axe to his right hand, Jordai released a roar and charged. Aescun primed herself as Jordai raised his axe overhead, placed his other hand below his right hand and thrust it downward. Aescun raised her right gauntlet and caught the metal blade. His force and power caused her to buckle that she dropped the whip to grab hold of the axe handle. It was a fit of strength they pit against each other. Her muscles expanded to push back Jordai’s own. However, the Eir Khan was strongest, biggest and the tallest.

With almost the height advantage over the beast, Jordai grunted while pushing down against her. Adjusting his arms, he twisted the axe a certain way and exhaled a huge puff of air to receive a boost of strength. Aescun’s gauntlet gripped the steel that she bent it while pushing back. The beast exhaled a roar for an extra boost of power. However, Jordai mimicked her roar and doubled his strength. Aescun yelled as Jordai pushed her across the floor.

As the metal on the axe creaked and became twisted, the strong handle began to crack under pressure. Not waiting for anything more, Jordai delivered a thrust on Aescun’s stomach with his legs breaking the connection. Aescun let go as she received a jolt to the stomach from the unexpected attack. She groaned falling to her knees as Jordai stood over her. His hateful expression scowled at the kneeling beast. Moving the axe to his other hand, he tested the handle. Gripping the metal with his first hand, he growled using his strength and snapped it into two.

Tossing the two aside, Jordai flexed his well-built body and pumped his arms while exhaling a roar. His rippling muscles twitched slightly. Aescun kept her face down while kneeling in front of the Khan. Jordai looked down at her and bristled his intimidating broad shoulder form while exhaling a grunt. Aescun sniffed and snarled smelling the fresh blood coursing from his body. Licking her fangs, she spoke while looking at his bare feet, “My love, you truly are the strongest of all Khans. You will beat your father and take the mantel.”

Jordai growled while baring his teeth. Pumping his arms downward, he came close to her and grabbed the top of her hair. Aescun grunted softly while grabbing his wrist. He was forceful. Bending down, he grabbed her throat with his other hand and lifted her slowly. Aescun moaned with pain while touching Jordai’s thick calves and upper thigh with her other hand. Her stomach hurt from the sudden knee attack.

Jordai forced her head up and met her gaze. For the moment, her dark eyes matched Jordai’s orange colored pupils. His soft growl enticed the beast as she sniffed the blood trickling down his face. Aescun stroked his arms and back while Jordai released her hair and wrapped his arm around her body holding her close. Keeping his hand on her throat, he uttered another growl and inquired, “You think I am ready? To kill my father and take the title of Paerilous Khan? I didn’t train all this time to fail.”

Aescun nodded her head and snarled, “Yes. After non-stop months of training and killing combatants to prove your might, you are ready. You are the largest and muscular. He will never expect it. I mean, he does expect it, but not this soon. You are the strongest of them all, my love.”

Jordai hesitated and shook his head. He turned away, but Aescun grabbed the side of his face and kissed him while squeezing other arm. Her sharp nail pierced the vein on his bicep. The vein burst allowing the blood flow freely from his bicep. Jordai ignored the pain and accepted her embrace. Releasing her neck, he undid her armor pieces one by one while kissing and moaned. He touched her enlarged, bulged bicep and squeezed the hardened upper arm muscle. The two muscular combatants matched each other in strength. The only difference was that his large, thicker muscles outmatched her own beast-like strength.

Aescun moaned opening her mouth and bit his lip with her upper fang. Tasting his blood, she opened her eyes as a red glimmer shone in her dark, vacant eyes. The beast responded, “Do not resist the urge. You have a need as all of us do, love. Together, we can defeat your father and take the mantel. You must promise me this, Jordai, as you have promised many nights ago.”

After taking the final piece of the armor off her chest, he stroked her solid eight pack abs. Moving his hand across her waist, he felt the scarred whip marks on her muscled, thick back and placed her on the floor. Lying beside her, he spoke caressing her agile form to his own, “That you are to be my equal? That we will share in the power of the fleet? Don’t worry, my beloved. I promise. We will share the riches that comes with being the new,”

Jordai stared into her eyes and caressed the back of her head. Careful to avoid her sharp horns, he stroked her heavily scarred back bringing her close and murmured, “Paerilous Khan.”

 

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Chapter Two

' Betrayals '

Several hours passed. Aescun dressed fully in her armor with her hood down. She stared at the medium sized container in the middle of the cargo hold near the training room. Among the other boxes and containers were several beds made for injured or near dying warriors. Looking at her right gauntlet, she snarled baring her fangs while clenching her hand into a fist and watched her thick bicep grow against the fiber mesh armor as it expanded. Releasing her grip, she walked toward the container and opened the casing. The sign above it displayed a caution do not use sign in a Cyrillic based language.

Placing her right gauntlet fully into the container, she allowed the liquid slosh around and embed itself into her scaled encrusted metal nails. After waiting a few seconds, Aescun removed her right hand and closed the container tightly. Carefully placing her gauntlet to the side, she left the room with a gracefully while keeping her right hand in a claw position.

Walking a few steps across the corridor, Aescun entered the training room to see Paerilous Khan waiting for her. He scowled at her with his hand across his back. Moving his hand forward, he beckoned her, “Come, Aescun. Are you ready?”

The beast stared coolly and moved several steps toward him. The room she was in was different from the other room where she met Jordai. That was Jordai’s personal weight training room. This room had different targets arranged. Chandeliers and stone braisers with real flames burned. Bladed weapons and shields were arranged around the room. Certain armor pieces were attached to walls or stood free on posts. Several tables had other bladed weapons arranged.

Stopping before the Khan, Aescun knelt before him and responded, “Yes, my lord.”

He waved her off and moved to lift her by the shoulder saying, “There is no need. No one is around. Do as you will freely.”

Aescun nodded and coldly smiled as she moved close to her warlord stroking his thick arm with her left hand. She barely touched his face with her nail of her right gauntlet before he grabbed it with a low growl. She thought nothing of it as she moved in close embracing her lord. He moved her back and sighed with a question, “How goes your training?”

She shook her head and moved back as she responded bluntly, “There was no training, my lord. It is time. He is ready.”

Paerilous stared at her a taken a little bit aback, “What?”

Behind him stood Jordai. Standing right at the doorway, he turned to the side and growled at his soldier who joined, “Stand by, Major. Wait for the signal.”

The large, armored imposing soldier in blood red colors with the Kaos emblem nodded. Standing beside the doorway, it took its place in guard position. A single whip and a hilt hung from its belt. Satisfied, Jordai smirked and growled shifting his attention toward the Khan. Entering through the door, he spoke, “For me to become the next Paerilous Khan, father. With your death, Aescun and I will be free to take control of our armies.”

Paerilous snarled and curled his lips. Grabbing Aescun, he snarled, “You’ve betrayed me!”

As she grabbed his wrist with her left hand, she kept her right gauntlet on the side as she let out a scoff, “You knew this was coming. Jordai is ready and together we are stronger as we will eliminate you with barely an effort.”

Paerilous thrust her several inches away and grabbed a long-bladed polearm from the wall. Jordai rushed forward and grabbed another long-bladed polearm. While he primed himself ready, Paerilous rushed forward toward Aescun swinging the blade. She ducked the swinging blade and moved her gauntlet around grabbing the blade hard as the metal sparked. With her face contorted and twisted into an enforced breathing she pushed against the blade and managed to bend the metal with her sharp nails. Her arms expanded showing her strength.

With a yell, both the Warlord and the beast moved against each other as Aescun moved the blade aside. Taking her left hand and arm, she broke the wooden handle in half. She kicked the Warlord as Jordai rushed in swinging his bladed weapon. Paerilous ducked as he blocked it with his broken hilt. It was broken in two as he moved to grab another weapon.

Tossing the blade aside, Aescun moved for her hilt. Jordai shouted at her, “You know the rules! No saber during this combat round. We will be disqualified.”

Aescun snarled offering him a scowl. Moving her left hand toward the handle of the shock whip, she backed away while holding the whip. The beast watched the fight between father and son. Jordai grunted as he blocked Paerilous’s attack with his new bladed weapon. They fought around the training room with Paerilous keeping his blocking and Jordai rushing to attack his blind spots to weaken him. Compared to the Miralian’s height and strength, Jordai appeared to have the upper hand with his muscular form and combat prowess.

Lifting the Polearm, Jordai roared and charged forth with his father blocking with his own weapon. The clash reverberated with a resounding clang. The stronger Human pushed forward with a growl and twisted his weapon around. Locking the weapon in place, he forced the Miralian onto his knee causing him to snarl. On his knee, The Khan growled, “You are not ready to take my place, Jordai. You never will be. You were always emotionally weak.”

At that insult, Jordai roared while pumping more strength into his bones and twisted the weapon around his father’s neck. Placing it below his jowls, he pulled back and locked himself in place. Looking across the room at his beast, he shouted, “Aescun! Aescun, take him now!”

Aescun observed with her dark eyes while holding the whip. Snapping the weapon against the floor, it flashed with an electric fuchsia color. Observing the wristband her warlord wore, she knew what it was. She feared that thing for good reason. Baring her fang with a snarl, she lashed her weapon against him on his chest. The Khan roared with pain while being held back with Jordai’s knee against his spine.

The shock whip clashed against the floor as Aescun walked a circle around the two combatants. She lashed out again against the Khan’s back weakening him. The Khan roared feeling the searing pain from the flashing shock whip. He adjusted his footing and placed his arms against the polearm that trapped him in place. His body arched painfully from the lingering blows of the whip. Gripping the handle of the weapon, the Khan pushed with his strength while attempting to stand forward.

Aescun lashed for the third time with her whip hitting Paerilous’ face. As he stood with Jordai scrambling on his back while struggling to strangle him, the Khan moved his hand forward to catch the whip as it retracted back toward her. The whip wrapped itself around the Khan’s wristband as he roared feeling the electrical shock of the weapon. With force, he pushed the wooden handle forward cracking it in two.

Jordai stumbled forward losing his grip. His knee no longer applied pressure against the Khan’s back. As the Warlord rose to his feet, he smacked Jordai on the face and pulled the whip toward him. The whip snapped in two. Letting go of the cords, the Khan gripped his fist and dealt a blow against Jordai’s face. Both combatants stumbled backwards with Jordai reeling from the blow. He eyed the wristband on the Khan’s arm and shouted, “Aescun!”

Aescun dropped her broken weapon and took off in a sprint toward her warlord. As her warlord raised his fist, she caught his fist halfway. At the same time, Jordai grabbed the broken piece of the polearm. Holding his father’s other hand, he spun the sharp metal part of the weapon and sliced it cleanly chopping off the Khan’s wristband.

The Paerilous Khan howled with pain stumbling back as his hand with the wristband still attached clattered onto the floor. Jordai shouted, “Now! You are free to use the force!”

Aescun looked at Jordai and nodded. Scowling at her former warlord, she used every ounce of her force energies and pushed it against the Khan. The Miralian howled with pain as he hurtled across the training room against the wall. Baring her fangs, she growled stepping over the wristband and focused on the former Khan. Twisting her wrist around, her right clawed gauntlet set the choking position as the Khan gasped while grasping his throat.

Jordai watched with cruel interest at both and smirked. Walking up to Aescun, he touched her shoulder and remarked, “Do as you will, my beloved. Make him pay for all the things he did to you. Once you have been satisfied, kill him. We will watch him burn in the sun. Together.”

While keeping the former Khan immobilized and struggling to breathe, Aescun kept her left gloved hand out. Touching the force, she grabbed a torch from a chandelier. Walking closer to him, she noted the bleeding arm and placed the torch to mend his skin. The Khan roared with pain as Aescun slowly let him down onto the ground. Forcing him to kneel, she tapped the bottom of his chin with the torch.

It sizzled leaving behind its mark. The former Khan snarled, “You don’t know what you have done, Aescun. My son is far worse than you and I have trained him all too well.”

Aescun shook her head and responded gripping her right gauntlet with the right pressure, “You’re wrong, my lord. I love him as he loves me in return. It’s the right time for him to step up. Your dark ways are over. It will be a new dawn for the both of us.”

The Khan coughed several times trying to breathe and flinched when the torch burned his chin. He gasped as Aescun came close enough for him to feel her aura. Letting go of his neck, the Khan touched her stomach and whispered. Aescun snarled. Unable to hear him, she knelt closer. He whimpered and gasped stroking her stomach, “I accept my death if you promise to take care of my legacy. Will you keep him safe?”

Listening to him, Aescun growled. Grabbing the former Khan’s throat with her tainted right gauntlet, she gripped it leaving behind grooves to allow the liquid to slip inside. She offered her only words softly with hatred, “Yes. I promise. Without you.”

Twisting the torch around, she rammed the sharp point through him impaling him against the wall. The former Khan gasped opening his eyes and clutched the torch through his chest. Slowly, he uttered a final exhale and ceased his movement. Aescun sighed. Covering his eyes with her left hand, she closed them. Standing up, she turned to speak to her new Khan, “Jordai?”


 

While Aescun dealt with his father, Jordai began staring at the wristband device on the lifeless arm. Studying it, a voice within him shouted at him. It was urge that he fought to drive down, but he couldn’t resist. Bending down, he picked up his father’s hand. Brushing the blood and dirt off the band, he removed it. Tossing the lifeless hand aside, he inspected the intricate metal with awe. He uttered one word to reply to the voice in his head, “Ultimate Power?”

' Yes '

"Jordai, No!"

Placing the wristband on his arm, he stood slowly while latching it. Aescun’s cry from a distance echoed in his head as she screamed, “NO!”

Jordai coldly stared at Aescun. Latching the wristband tightly, an evil glint shone brightly in his eye when he responded, “The one thing I’ve always wanted, and I finally have it. Heh. Power at my fingertips.”

Aescun shifted her body around and roared grabbing her saber. She shouted, “You promised you would destroy that thing! That it will be destroyed along with him! Do you even know what it is?”

Jordai nodded widening his eyes while narrowing his eyebrows, “I do know. It is the reason why you cannot use your force powers against my father. He made sure that the only one constructed will be used against you if you ever decided to stop him. Now, I am wearing it. Come on. I urge you. Stop me!”

It was the signal for his trooper to respond. As the soldier entered though the doorway behind her, Aescun pulled her weapon out and activated it. The flashing, energy bladed weapon of the Sith shone with harsh fuchsia color. At the same time, the trooper pulled out the whip. Activating it, it lashed the whip once against the floor.

Priming her blade to her side, Aescun roared. Taking a few steps, she leaped with the force charging at him. Moving her lightsaber upward, she gripped both hands on the handle and slashed downwards at the wristband. The whip lashed out at once and wrapped around her neck. Feeling the shock in her system, Aescun roared and recoiled as lighting surged throughout her body. Her saber deactivated and clattered harmlessly against the floor.

The beast fell toward the floor and recoiled with a scream. The large trooper approached the beast and flicked its wrist as another surge rebounded toward her body. Jordai watched with no emotion as his beast was tortured by his soldier. A single wave from his hand caused his soldier to cease and it withdrew the whip.

Aescun gasped and whimpered while wriggling across the floor with discomfort. Staring at his cold, emotionless eyes, she whimpered “Jordai. My love. Please. You promised.”

Grabbing her throat, Jordai shook his head while kneeling down. Quickly grabbing her poisoned gauntlet, he listened to the voice in his head screaming while responding calmly, “My beloved. How wrong you were? I thought father taught you, but you learned nothing. I,”

Aescun gasped with pain feeling so many things working against her all at once. Her two hearts were torn. His hand holding her right gauntlet was being crushed while being pulled apart. Her throat further constricted by his every word in enforcement, “Will never,”

Aescun closed her eyes and whimpered with pain. The metal of her right arm finally gave out as the gauntlet was crushed. Jordai pulled her right gauntlet out. The weapon was thrown clear across the room as he roared, “Share!”

Aescun gasped staring at Jordai’s eyes. There was a new glimmer in there she had never noticed before. It was a new glint. Struggling and wriggling above the floor while holding onto Jordai’s wrist with both her hands, she uttered another gasp, “But Jordai, you promised. I-, no, you promised. Don’t do this. Please.”

Jordai shook his head and clenched his fist. Looking down, he brought his arm across and flexed his muscle to tighten it. Smirking, he moved Aescun closer but lowered slowly onto the floor and stared into her eyes. Opening his other hand, he accepted the collar from his soldier.

Crossing his arm behind his back, he spat with hatred, “With this newfound power as Paerilous Khan, I will take the mantle alone. I will be a force to be reckoned with. I will do what my father refused to do. I will join the Kaos fleet with the Sith Empire. I will ally myself and increase the number of my new fleet. And, with you by my side, I will defeat the Emperor and take the throne. That is,”

Keeping his hand on her throat, he set her on the ground and placed his thumb against her scarred jawline. Thumbing the point of her fang, he pierced his thumb and bent closer to her ear, “If you join with me. If not, I’ll understand. I will keep my other promise and kill you. Tear you to pieces and feed you to my beasts. I have no reason to keep you alive, my beloved. This is what my father taught me.”

Tasting Jordai’s blood, Aescun drank it. Biting his thumb, she sucked on his blood. He let go of her throat and latched the collar around her neck. He thrust her down to her knees. Aescun whimpered softly and kept her head down to avert her eyes. This new warlord was worse than his own father. Looking down, Jordai swallowed and knelt to her level. Touching her chin, he lifted so his gaze locked onto her when he spoke, “Truly, my beloved, I have no qualms killing you. I remember all those nights sleeping with you. I admired your strength and you love mine. Combined, we make a couple. It was a match made in the universe. Now, I know what you and my father have done behind my back. You’ve conspired against me and I allowed that because you still had your uses. Now, I have placed the collar on you to minimize your force usage. You will become the slave to the Kaos Empire.”

“Jordai,” Aescun sniffed and winced with pain, “please. I loved you. I helped you take down him. I knew. Somewhere deep down, I knew you would betray me like this, but I had thought you changed. Was all what I taught you for naught?”

Jordai growled. Clenching his fist, he dealt a blow across her face. Gripping her face, he growled through his teeth and spat, “Truly, I never apologize for my actions. I am the strongest. I will always be the strongest. I trained myself. Through the hardships and pain delivered onto me. I killed my enemies barehanded. I defeated both you and my father single handed. This proof alone will ascend me directly to power, so all I ask is your obedience or death by my hand. Your death will never make me happy, but it is the sacrifice we are willing to make.”

Jordai took her cheek and offered his kiss on her forehead as Aescun closed her eyes. Burning tears streaked down from her ducts. Her heart was torn and shredded into pieces. She gasped as Jordai stood to his full height and placed his hand behind his back. He watched her and waited. The voice in his head mused,

' Aescun Shi'ion is insignificant to your rise to perfection, my liege '


The air was tense between the new Khan and the defeated beast. Flames on the chandeliers and stone braisers burned. Aescun gulped and stared at Jordai’s thick bare feet. She tugged at her new collar and felt her power diminish. His betrayal came swift and the beast never saw it coming. Closing her eyes, she snarled baring her fangs and sniffed wiping the burning tears away. She began her slow motion of standing up while trailing her eyes along Jordai’s thick, solid muscles. As a genetic freak of nature, the Eir Khan was indeed a stronger, more powerful person than the old Khan ever was. Smaller in height than the Mirialan, but broader, heavily muscular and well built like a tank.

When the Major tensed and prepared for a strike, the Khan raised his hand to calm his soldier. Jordai watched her carefully. As his eyes met Aescun’s stare, he lowered his tension level. His beast seemed calm somewhat. Keeping his silence, the Khan awaited her word. Aescun spoke coming closer to touch his arm, “My Khan,”

Driving her feelings down the pit she dug herself and latching the box close, Aescun touched his solid, thick jawline with her other hand responded, “I thank you for your mercy, my love.”

Moving close for a kiss, she embraced him as Jordai released one arm to wrap it around her waist. He held her in the embrace while placing his other hand on her hair to stroke the braided strands around her horns. Aescun moved herself away from the kiss and placed her hand on his chest. Caressing his solid abs, she felt it and resumed, “Together, side by side, we will kill our enemies. You, alone, hold power above all. Tell me the target of your mortal enemy and it will die on my terms. You are the strongest as your alone defeated your father. The fleet will hear of this and I will make sure they know of it.”

Jordai nodded. Caressing her neck, he spoke with coldness, “Good. Never let them forget that, my beloved. It is good to know that the torch still burns between us. We will never let that flame diminish.”

Aescun sighed and shook her head while touching her stomach. She could feel something inside her stomach. It was the feeling that she felt lately for the past month, but it was too soon. Jordai looked straight ahead and nodded at his soldier. The Major recognized it as a dismissal and saluted with the fist against the chest armor. It left the room.

Touching Jordai’s waist, Aescun distracted the Khan and embraced his body as Jordai refocused his attention on her with coldness. He removed her armor pieces while backing her toward the wall. The beast moaned arching her back with pain, but Jordai covered her mouth with his mouth and drew her breath to muffle her voice.

Taking the last piece of the armor off, he backed her against the wall. Aescun groaned as Jordai kissed her neck. She spoke caressing his thick neck, “Aren’t you going to the bridge next to announce your father’s death and my new status as the Huntress at your side like you promised?”

Jordai groaned and spoke, “Later. Let them wait. Right now, I need you.” His hand slammed against the wall while he positioned his body against her while lifting her leg up against his hip with his other hand.

Aescun gasped and moaned accepting his embrace, “Of course, my lord. Let them wait.” They kissed as she wrapped her arm around his back hugging him and rubbed the shaved hair with her other hand. Beside them, the former Khan remained incapacitated on the floor while impaled against the wall.

Jordai growled. Making a fist, he pounded the wall harshly leaving behind a dent. Keeping Aescun’s leg against his hip, he caressed her back and lifted her from the floor. Aescun moaned hugging him as he transferred her from against the wall onto the ground. Kneeling on his leg, he laid across her. Taking her garment, he tore it apart revealing her naked body. Admiring her well-built torso, he kissed her on the neck and worked his way down to her chest. Aescun moaned arching her back while stroking his hair. Taking her other hand, she undid his training shorts as they locked their bodies together. She felt his passionate love for her beast and the beast opened with a snarl. Her dark eyes glimmered a dark crimson shade that matched her tanned light red complexion.


In the medic section of the Crimson Daeger, Jordai stood by with his arms behind his back. With a harsh scowl, he looked upon the Mirialan with a deep hatred. Patiently, he awaited the only phrase he wanted to hear from the medic droid. Breaking his gaze, he eyed the droid checking the console. It turned and announced, “The Pearilous Khan is one hundred percent dead.”

Jordai snarled baring his teeth. Clenching his fist, his body tensed as he charged for the droid and roared, “I am the Khan, stupid droid!”

Grabbing its durasteel plate, he rammed his fist several times on its head. With a few blows, the Khan smashed its head and grabbed it. The dented head of the droid protested before it crackled and died, “Master, please! You are damaging – bzzt,”

Jordai roared ripping the head off. As the droid clanked onto the floor, the angered Khan gripped the metal head and yelled with rage while pulling it apart with his other hand. Ripping the head in two with ease, he dropped the bottom piece and held the metal skull. Clenching his fists, he pumped his arms downwards with a grunt and turned toward the bed. Placing the metal skull on the amputated arm, he spat disrespectfully at his face, “Well, father. Looks like I have the upper hand now. With the control of your fleet that you worked so hard to build, it is all mine to direct. I have the power over the Kaos fleet. While I respected yours, certain customs will have to change. For example, all the flags under your name will burn and will be replaced for the Sith Empire. Long live the Emperor, selfish pu-ja.”

A medical officer entered the room and gasped standing to attention. After seeing the dismantled droid on the floor, she gulped and awaited her Khan’s command. Jordai took notice of her and snarled, “You! Place him in the coffin and prepare to transport him to the torpedo room. It’s time to send his body out in style and toward the sun. It’s the least he deserves.”

The officer saluted and stood aside allowing him to pass to exit the room, “Yes, my lord!”

Jordai gripped the metal skull and roared while tossing the piece of the droid head across the room. As the Khan exited the medical deck, his sneer transformed into a snarl when he stopped before his beast. Aescun scowled back copying his stare. She wore only her regular garments and a hooded jacket without the armor. Clenching his fist, Jordai growled and charged toward her. Aescun raised her right arm in defense only to be thrust back with his hand on her throat. Thrust against the wall with no offense toward her new Khan, the beast was defenseless.

' Question her loyalty, my liege ', the voice spoke.

Keeping his hand against her throat, he palmed his face with his other hand and shook his head. Jordai spat harshly on her face, “Now that my father’s truly dead, I deserve to know what you two have done behind my back! No more secrets. Tell me. Were you two planning something?”

Aescun gasped in pain and grabbed his hand that held her in place against the wall. She felt pain on her right wrist. Jordai squeezed her wrist to the point of crushing her bones slowly. She whimpered and gasped softly, “Jordai, please. You’re hurting me. I already offered myself to you, my power diminished. Your father is dead. Why does the past matter now? What more do you want?”

Jordai growled while increasing both his grips and moved closer to whisper into her ear, “It matters, because, well, I don’t trust you, beast. No more secrets. If you want me to love you in return, you will speak, or I will punish you. Then, I will stop harming you.”

' Good. Make her afraid ', the voice muttered.

Aescun yelled in pain while feeling her being crushed to the point of snapping. She flailed against him and struggled to breathe as he spoke into her ear, “You know how jealous I get. When someone gets a hand on you, I must kill him. I simply do not like people looking at you or even talking to you because you are mine only. You are my beast. I am possessive of you. I cannot go a day without thinking of you and it drove me crazy. Now that I am in charge, everyone will know that you are mine to command. I will deliver punishments to those who touch you the way I touch you. If I find that you are hiding something from me, I will personally rip you apart slowly before killing you for the last time.”

Aescun closed her eyes as tears threatened to develop. Opening them, she whimpered softly, “I understand, my lord. Stop this, please.”

Jordai scoffed letting her go. Backing a bit, he watched her nurse the broken arm. Closing his fist, he smacked it across her jaw. Aescun groaned in pain falling onto the ground. Jordai delivered a harsh kick on her stomach that sent her flying against the wall. As Aescun scrambled onto the ground covering her stomach, Jordai spat, “Now, I will be on the bridge. See to the delivery of my father’s corpse to the torpedo room. I will be there shortly. Do not disappoint me.”

As Jordai stormed away, Aescun clutched her stomach and gasped while remaining on the ground. Biting her lips, her fang pierced the skin. As the blood trickled down her mouth, she licked her blood and pondered with her thoughts streaming across her mind. For the first time since the death of her warlord, she felt lost for words and unsure of what to do. Her new warlord became unpredictable and unable to quench his appetite for power.

 

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Chapter Three

' Shifting '

Moments later, the lift door opened on the bridge. Jordai stormed across the deck toward the command center and pressed the console to display his form across the fleet in the communication screen. His Major stood at attention at his side. He stared at the soldier and growled. It saluted pounding its chest armor, “My lord! The podium is yours!” The helmet masked its voice as the thump against its chest echoed among the bridge.

Nodding, he placed his arms behind his back and spoke in a resonating command tone, “Attention Kaos Empire. This is your new Khan speaking. I have killed the Warlord and took his mantle. By rights and law, I am Paerilous Khan, Eye of Wrath. As your new Warlord, you are expected to obey. Failure to comply will be death by any means necessary. I will require regular reports from the captains and the department heads by this evening. As of this moment forth, I am absolute!”

He backed a bit and stretched out his bulging muscles while taking deep breaths. He let out a roar flexing his rippling, veiny muscles while brandishing his tattoos. The sound echoed around the ship, but his subjects knew they wouldn’t dare cross him. Turning to his second, he snarled, “Execute order nine one.”

The major stared at him and nodded. Without hesitation, the soldier pressed the personal holo. As the Major’s image projected via the selected holos of the Kaos soldiers, she commanded, “Execute order nine one. With the Paerilous Khan in charge, a new change has begun. Only those of a pure bloodline have been selected that are loyal to the new Khan. Those with the old loyalties with the Khan, the impure shall be rounded up to await the orders of our near leader. Long live Paerilous Khan!”

 

From the torpedo room, Aescun gulped hearing his roar that echoed around the ship. She approached the officer in charge of the console as he prepared the coffin containing the dormant body of the former Khan. He turned to her and spoke, “He is ready for transport, huntress.”

Crossing her arms behind her back, she nodded and replied waving him off, “Good. You are dismissed.”

The officer clicked his heels and saluted her by pounding his chest in respect, “Huntress!”

Watching him leave, Aescun growled baring her fangs with disgust. She snarled ignoring him and placed her hand on the console. Closing her eyes, she used the force to manipulate the machines and tweaked the machinations of the torpedo tube containing the deceased the former Mirialan warlord. The system within the console shifted and shuddered as the lights flickered for a few moments. Opening her eyes, she placed her hand against the torpedo tube and observed her former Khan in his stationary state.

Mumbling, she spoke several words for him, “Forgive me, Khan. I had to do this. It was the only way for him to remain unaware of what happened between us.” She found herself clutching her stomach.

Jordai entered the room and noticed Aescun close to the tube. Another voice spoke within,

' Watch her. She is a slippery one. '

Jordai flinched slightly at the voice and growled. He snarled, “Aescun!”

Aescun gasped softly and turned to face her new Khan. Offering a respectful nod, she approached while meeting him halfway, “Jordai,”

Clenching his fist, the new Paerilous dealt a blow across her jaw. Delivering an upper cut on her stomach, he growled, “You will not speak my name any longer! In the presence of your new Khan, you will treat me as such! Jordai is gone. You face the Eye of Wrath, Paerilous Khan the Wrathful!”

Aescun gasped painfully and stroked her jaw. Clutching her stomach, she averted her eyes and backed up to speak, “Forgive me, my lord. It will not happen again.”

Jordai growled softly and grabbed her wrist. Moving close to her, he touched her jawline and whispered, “Good. I hope I haven’t hurt you, my beloved. You understand why I must punish you. It is to teach you a lesson for crossing the line several times. I need to be able to trust you, because I don’t. Not anymore. Not since I’ve seen you together with my father in secret. I need to be able to trust you.”

Aescun stared at him and responded with a kiss on his lips, “I know. Believe me, please, it is nothing. You are in charge and stand alone. I learn from you and will prove that I am deserving of your love.”

Jordai embraced her with the kiss and moved away. Holding her wrist tightly, he growled, “Then prove it rather than using your words, beast.”

Moving her wrist downward, Jordai entwined his fingers through her fingers and grasped her hand tightly. Walking side by side toward the tube, he scowled at his father. Aescun stroked his solid arm muscle and squeezed it while resting her head against his shoulder blade. Compared to his height, the beast remained several inches shorter. Hugging him close, she uttered a snarl and licked her fangs.

Jordai stopped before the console and placed his hand on the edge. Turning to face his beast, he moved her hand up getting her attention and kissed the top of her hand. He spoke, “This is the moment we have both been waiting for a long time.”

Aescun offered a small smile and nodded. Moving upward, she kissed his chin and stroked his solid bicep feeling its strength. She thumbed the throbbing vein across his upper arm and kissed it. Jordai refocused his attention on the tube and pressed the button. The tube activated as the pod containing the former Khan ejected. He replied, “Farewell, father. Hope you burn for eternity within the sun.”

Holding Aescun’s hand tightly, Jordai watched with coldness as the torpedo pod sailed away further from the ship and toward the sun. Then, suddenly, the pod ceased working and began tumbling in the wrong direction. His eyes narrowed and turned to anger. Aescun felt her hand slacken and let go of him to back away from him. Lately, she realized how unpredictable he had become and soon feared his wrath ever since the death of his father.

Jordai placed both hands on the console and snarled angrily. Tapping a few buttons on it and looking at the view screen, the realization of being crossed dawn on him. The pod wasn’t going anywhere. It was just spinning away from the sun. Tapping a few more buttons on the console, the Eir warlord clenched his hands and roared raising his fists. Ramming his fists down several times, he broke the console and grabbed the edges of the machine. Lifting it with his upper body strength, he ripped it off and hoisted it overhead. Turning to Aescun, he snarled with hatred, “You?”

Aescun backed away while holding her hand up to beg forgiveness, “Jordai, please.”

' Punish her ', the voice commanded.

Jordai roared thrusting the broken console aside and pointed toward himself, “You will no longer call me by name!” He stormed toward her as she tripped backwards over her own foot. He bent down and grabbed her throat. Lifting her, he dealt several blows on her face. Holding her in place, he delivered a knee strike on her stomach and finished it with a final side blow on her jaw line with his fist.

Aescun spat blood and stumbled on all fours onto the ground. She growled and whimpered silently when he grabbed her head. Jordai positioned himself atop his beast and grabbed the knife from his pocket. Holding it to his side, he spat into her ear, “I have worked on my body for so long and so hard to get this far only to be disappointed by you. You, who trained me in body, mind and soul. You who ripped me apart only to put me together. YOU who taught me that there is strength in true darkness! Together we shared in our dark power and strength, but you will always be weaker in my eyes. No one matches my strength and I stand alone. I have no need of you, beast.”

Aescun felt his raw strength and couldn’t move. She whimpered softly as the knife came close to her throat. The silent beast froze unsure of what to do. She remembered what former Khan commanded her to do. Torn between the two men she loved, Aescun kept her silence.

Jordai grunted pulling her head back and pierced her neck with his dagger. Blood trickled down as he whispered with newfound hatred, “Beg! Give me a reason to keep you alive, beast. I will not hesitate to kill. Your life is on my hands.”

What are you waiting for? Kill her!

“No,” Jordai muttered pulling her head harshly while digging the point of his dagger into her throat. Shaking his head, he struggled to control his anger despite the voices in his head screaming at him.

Aescun finally screamed for mercy, “My Lord, please! Your father,” she gasped for breath.

Bending closer to her ear, the Khan growled, “What about him?”

Aescun gasped with pain, “He violated me and forced me to not to tell you!”

Jordai stayed the hand holding the dagger and hesitated. The voices in his head ceased while providing him with the silence he needed. Pulling it away, he shoved her head onto the ground and backed away conflicted and confused, “What?”

Aescun turned and faced her warlord. Holding her throat, she whimpered, “Your father. He took me in secret to his private chamber. From there,” she gulped closing her eyes. Shaking her head, the beast averted her head to avoid showing her tears. Her hand constricted her throat as her collar made it harder for her to breathe

Moving closer, Jordai flipped the dagger around his finger and growled, “Go on.”

Aescun replied, “He wanted the next legacy to be born strong, so he took his own genetics, mixed it with my own, spliced them together and,” she groaned touching her stomach and stared at it.

Jordai stared at her with confusion. Unable to follow her, he snarled. Entwining his fingers through the loops of his dagger to produce the brass knuckle, he cracked his knuckles and listened. Aescun looked at him while clutching her stomach and growled, “He injected the spliced gene into my ovarian sac. He forced me to be the experiment and desires my child to be born to replace,"

Refusing to take anymore, Jordai flexed his muscles and roared, “Shut up!”

Raising his knuckle, the Khan took a few steps forward to grab Aescun’s collar. He dealt a blow across her face knocking her unconscious with his brass knuckle. Releasing, he watched her fall. Tensed and angerier, the warlord squat over his beast and growled with disgust. Touching her stomach, he caressed her solid abs. Placing the dagger into his sheath, he touched her head and stroked her hair. The voices in his head returned. Still confused and torn between the bickering voices in his head, Jordai exclaimed.

Grabbing her hair, he lifted her body. Standing halfway, Jordai placed his shoulder under her and stood while keeping her in place with his hand. Barely feeling her weight, the strong Khan carried her out of the room and walked several paces toward the closest medical room. Entering the doorway, he noted one medical technician and a new medic droid. Growling softly out of disgust, he lumbered toward the bed and placed the beast gently down on the cushioned padding.

The female medic looked to see her Khan and saluted, “My liege, what can I do for you?”

Strapping her in with the bed holds, Jordai scowled at the medic and spat, “I require a full medical scan on Aescun Shi’ion at once. Leave no stone upturned. As required, scan her again. I want a full medical report by you and only you when you are done. Be discreet, share with no one else and show it to me.”

The medic nodded, “At once, my Lord. It will take several hours.”

Jordai snarled, “Begin now and quickly! Do not try my patience.”

The medic bowed her head as her Khan stared at his beast.

' What is your plan? ' the voice inquired.

Jordai hesitated and spoke softly, “to utilize her.” Turning on his heels, he stormed away. Fearing his wrath, she kept her eyes averted until he left the room completely.

 

Several hours passed. Jordai paced back and forth in his private chambers. Arms behind his back, the Khan lumbered slowly toward the mirror. Sullen and vengeful, he casted an angry shade at his own image. Admiring his intimidating form, he brought one arm front of him and flexed. Stepping closer to the mirror, he inclined his head and ran his fingers through his shaved head.

' Excellent form, my liege, ' the voice mused, ' you have trained all too well. '

“I learned from the best. Myself,” Jordai grunted. With only an inch length of hair on his skull, he noted the shaved designed weaved onto his head. Touching his chin, he noted the shaven beard and mustache that he hadn’t removed yet. A door opened behind him.

The Khan growled softly turning around. Baring his teeth to a snarl, he placed his arm behind his back and turned to see the medic female walk several steps into his private quarters and kneel.

Her voice quavered when she offered a holo tablet and spoke, “My lord!”

Silence from the voices rebounded in his crown. Approaching her slowly, Jordai eyed her with his furious orange-red pupils and spat with hatred, “You kept me waiting. Give me your report.”

Keeping her head down, she replied, “Apologies, my Khan. The subject, Aescun Shi’ion is a healthy, young female of the age of twenty-four years. Well-built and strong, her resistance to disease is very high for her species. While her specie is unknown since she was found onboard a derelict vessel, the previous Khan categorized her as a Siriian. The cranial features are apparent like the horns which almost nearly resemble a Zabrak. However, her internal mechanism puts her under a different category.”

Growing impatient, Jordai snatched the tablet and spat, “Yes, yes. Get to the point. You find any of interest? Especially in her ovary section?” Reading over the tablet, he listened while walking toward the desk next to the bed.

She nodded, “My Lord, yes. While I said she is healthy, I found signs that she suffered. Other than her physical outer scars, I found signs of internal scars such as broken bones. Even the recent ones. They are repaired but not fully. Her ovaries are intact, but a third scan revealed that her egg was penetrated and the genes not of her own are dormant. Scans revealed the mutated alien genes are Miralian. It is a match to the previous Khan. She was injected with a syringe onto the service of her Ovary sac. I have also picked up trace signs of her wrists being repaired. Her wrists were broken several times as if she was bound.”

Jordai snarled, “He forced her?”

Placing the tablet on the desk, he pulled out a drawer. Taking out a dagger in the sheath, he picked it up with both hands. Flinching slightly at the voice in his head, he growled as it spoke,

' Kill her. She knows too much. Keep the reputation of the fleet intact '

The medic replied, “Yes, my Khan. Forced to endure whatever he wanted her to do.”

Kill her.

Jordai turned around. Removing the dagger, he placed the sheath on the desk and inspected the craftsmanship of the blade. Offering no emotion or empathy for the information he received, he inquired, “Who else knows? Did you share it with anyone or made any backups to the medical droid?”

The medic sighed, “No, Lord. As commanded by you, only you and know of this. The medic droid underwent the wipe procedure. No one else.”

Kill her.

Testing the blade, Jordai lightly placed his thumb along the edge and slid it across. The dagger cut his skin in one stroke. Flinching silently, he placed his thumb in his mouth and sucked on the blood. The voice in his head repeated,

Kill her…

Approaching the unaware, kneeling medic, the warlord walked around her slowly and inquired, “I see, and now that both of us are the only ones with this information, how will you use this information? What will do you do with it? Will you keep it to yourself or will you use it in some way against the Khan?”

Keeping her head down, the medic stammered, “Uhh, m-my Khan? I do not under-“

She flinched when her tensed up warlord roared, “It is a simple question! Will you keep the information to yourself or will you disseminate it?” The voice in his head repeated the same words over with increased tempo.

Fearing for her life, she half shouted, “My Khan, I will keep it to myself by your order!”

Keeping the dagger pointed at the ground, Jordai held his other hand out and clenched it.

' Kill her, kill her, kill her. '

Breathing heavily, the Khan questioned her, “Even to your death?”

The medic responded, “Yes, my Khan. I will sacrifice myself to you to keep the information safe.”

Satisfied, Jordai smirked, “Good. That is all I need to know."

She exhaled a breath while slacking off her tension a bit. Keeping her head down, she awaited his move. The voice in his head mocked the subject,

' Fool! '

Jordai watched her for several moments before jerking forward with a snarl. Grabbing her head, he sat on her back as she gasped with surprise. Bringing the dagger to bare around her neck, he scowled coldly at her head and spat, “The Khan thanks you for your sacrifice.”

Slashing upward once with his entire upper arm strength, he easily and cleanly lopped off her head with his sharp dagger. Dropping the dead medic on the ground, he knelt over her body on one knee. Holding the medic’s head with one hand, he curled his lips with hate.

' Very good, my liege. Use your hate. Your subjects are nothing but pawns for you to use and then discard. '

Rolling his eyes over to the dead medic, Jordai dropped the head and grabbed her fabric. He cleaned his blade of her blood. Curling his upper lips and crinkling his nose with distaste, Jordai growled as he stood and walked over the dead woman. Reaching his desk, he picked up the sheath and placed his cleaned, cold steel dagger inside it.

Looking at the mirror on his desk, the Khan noted his blood shot eyes. Looking back at his actions, he hesitated. Holding the dagger on one hand, he grabbed the mirror and snarled, “Why do this? What do I get out of this?”

Narrowing his gaze on the mirror, his alter ego spoke calmly, “Ultimate power. What else?”

Gripping the mirror, the Khan portrayed anger and snarled, “Power? Why stop at power when I could do so much more? No…”

Turning around, he walked while staring at his reflection. His mirrored alter ego responded in a calmer tone, “Power above all else is far more superior. Anything else is just arbitrary.”

“What,” Jordai growled before kicking something on the floor. Interrupting the chain of thought among the voices in his head, he looked down at the headless woman. Before his foot was the head. Crouching down to inspect her, he muttered touching her lifeless body, “What have I done?”

The mocking voice returned.

' You killed her, my liege. Be proud of your accomplishment.'

“No,” Jordai muttered as the cacophony of voices screamed in droves. “No!” He shouted while gripping the mirror. Flinging it across the room, he stood and roared angrily grabbing his head “No!”

' Yes. Do not fight this. Accept it. Fuel your wrath and desire for vengeance. Hate is your ally. Use it. '

Scowling at the reflection on his mirror, the Khan flipped out. Bringing his massive arms down, he roared. Coming quickly towards his reflection, he pounded the glass mirror. Feeling only a slight pain from the broken mirror, he attacked his reflection. His bruised knuckles bled raw. Kneeling the mirror with his strong knee strike while his pain became numb, he elbowed it. The wall mirror shattered into pieces. Staring at the broken image of his face, he roared pumping his downwards while flexing it.

The voice remained silent before speaking,

' Aescun Shi’ion. '

With his fist clenched, blood dripped from between his knuckles. Several shards stuck out from his blood-soaked skin. Feeling almost no pain, Jordai gasped relaxing his knuckles. As blood trickled from his fingers, he smiled with glee and muttered to the voices in his head, “She will be dealt with, my liege.”

Turning his muscular form around, Jordai snarled at the lifeless body of his subject and growled, “After I clean the mess we made.”

Lumbering forward slowly, the Khan grabbed the medic’s torso and the head before dragging it across the floor. Deep-red blood trailed behind him. A plan started to form in his head as his process activated. The voices in his head kept silent for the moment to allow the new Paerilous Khan focus on his task.

 

In the medical room void of medical technicians and droids, Aescun laid on the medical bed. They were ordered by the Khan to leave. Unbound by the wrist wraps, the napping beast remained motionless. The door opened from across the bed. The Khan entered the doorway slowly with his arms behind him. Holding the sheathed dagger on one hand, he lumbered slowly and softly toward the bed. A voice entered his mind and inquired.

' Was it wise to leave her unbound? Who knows what she would do to you?'

“What will she do? Kill me,” the Khan laughed silently. He smirked softly and finished apathetically, “I am invincible.”

Sleeping off the medicine she was given, Aescun barely moved a muscle. Jordai watched her with coldness. Approaching her silently, he touched her arm muscles. Trailing his fingers along her muscle lines and the thick veins, he stroked her shoulder blade.

' So beautiful, strong and yet so vulnerable. Kill her now if you can lest she weakens you with her own weakness. '

Jordai jerked his head silently shaking his head. Bringing up his dagger on his other hand, the Khan hesitated when Aescun's neck muscle twitched.

Aescun woke up. Scowling at her Khan, she snarled. Jordai reacted with speed and strength placing his dagger close to her throat causing her to grab his wrist. Avoiding the sharp horns on her crown, Jordai grabbed her hair. Holding her in place, he constricted her movements and growled, “One wrong move and I can easily slice your throat and let you bleed out on the bed. You know how sharp this blade is. There are no witnesses involved. Not even the holo cameras are active.”

'Good. Make her feel powerless. Use her to your own benefit.'

Feeling the sharp edge against her jugular, the beast halted her sudden movement. Gripping his wrist that held the dagger close to her throat, she growled lightly while feeling the wrist band that dampened her force powers, “My Khan, please. I am at your mercy.”

“Damn right,” Jordai snarled, “Now tell me the truth, beast. Everything. If I see that you are lying, I will rip out your tongue and feed it to my other beast.”

Feeling a lump in her throat, she strained her voice to speak, “I told you the truth. Your father used me. Please. Let me speak freely. Jord-eh," she gasped and whimpered as the blade pierced her skin.

With silence in his head, Jordai increased his muscle power while pushing her deeper into the bed. Nicking her jugular, fresh blood trickled out as he hissed angrily, “You will not call me by my name. You don’t get to anymore.”

The beast squirmed and wriggle under his power. Unable to push him off, she gripped his wrist and placed her other hand on his neck. In a position to speak directly while pulling against his dagger hand in order to speak, Aescun growled, “I know you, Jordai. You are my only love and I know you love me in return. Deep down inside, you do. I know when you get angry, you rip people apart. For a half Human breed, your muscles are denser you don’t even need a machine to do the job. You, alone, tear things apart without effort. Your power is great. Your rage, your hatred is fueled by your passion. It is raw. Unrefined. Unpredictable. That is why I love you, Jordai. As my Khan, I walk beside you with pride knowing that nothing will harm you. Please, my love. Spare me and I will kill your enemies for you.”

' Love? Disgusting. You don’t love her back, do you? '

Jordai stared into her eyes. Mesmerized by her aura and feeling her words, he sighed. Something her eyes caused him to become compliant against her will. Decreasing his tension, he backed up and sheathed the dagger before speaking, “Forgive me. I had to know. My father. He did this to you?” Still angry, he opened his mind to another possibility.

Sitting up on the bed, Aescun touched his face. Her other hand grabbed Jordai's hand. Moving him closer, she placed his hand on her stomach and spoke, “I know you ordered my body fully scanned, so you know what's happening? He contaminated and polluted my ovary sac without my consent. My egg has been fertilized with his genes in order to produce and provide him with a male heir that is a cross between a Miralian and my people. It was all an experiment to him. I had no choice as I was just a pawn to his experimentation.”

Staring at his orange-red eyes, Aescun gulped and noted his anger waning. The Khan felt rage, but it was redirected at his own father. Touching his abdominal with both hands, she stroked his muscles upward toward his shoulders and cocked her head sideways. Pulling him close, she kissed him. Jordai accepted her embrace without effort. Moving back slightly, Aescun gulped and touched his chin. Stroking his beard, she licked her fangs.

The Khan felt her vulnerability. A few moments he paused while staring into her eyes, Jordai listened to the voice in his head.

' Kill her or don’t. Decide now! What will you do?'

Jordai cocked his head and mumbled. Feeling his own softness rising, he growled and shook his head. Finally breaking the silence with anger in his tone, he snapped harshly, “My father? Why? It-no, it all makes sense now. For the past fifteen years of being secretive and your disappearance. It drove me to anger. I. He. No, wait, he didn’t,”

“Jordai,” Aescun interrupted him while placing her hand on his cheek, “Your father is dead. I broke free because I grew tired of being used and manipulated. This is my body and I have a right to it. With him dead, I was able to come clean. I couldn’t before and I tried to find the time to explain but I didn’t know how. My Khan,” the beast sighed.

The voice in his head mused as Jordai regained his composure to resist the beast’s manipulations.

' Ahh! I understand now, my liege. Say no more. Utilize the beast. '

Jordai grabbed her hand and kissed the open palm. Sniffing the scent lingering from the palm of her hand, he listened, “I am in my vulnerable stage. I am in my period where I am fertile. I do not know how long I have before the window expires. Your father tainted me, but I am still healthy and strong. This legacy could be yours. You have stronger genetics and I want my children to be strong. All we have to do is,”

Jordai cut her off with another kiss. A growl emanated from with his throat as he lifted her from the bed effortlessly. The beast wrapped her legs around his waist as he placed his hand on her hip. His other hand supported her back as she hugged him. Fueling her strength and desire, the beast matched the Khan's strength. Letting go of her hip, Jordai caressed her lower back muscle and walked out of the room while carrying his beast.

Scowling at nothing with his orange red pupils, Jordai growled lightly only to himself, “The heir will be mine.” The beast was too engrossed in her attention to the Khan to even pay attention to his words.

 

Edited by greenhor
Italized a phrase and adjusted Aescun's age.
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Chapter Four

' Control '

In Jordai’s private room, the Khan entered holding Aescun's hand. The beast hugged his arm while resting her head on his shoulder. The Khan calmly walked across the room while keeping his other arm extended downwards with a closed fist. His expression conveyed anger and wrath. Turning his head, he scowled directly at his beast and craned his neck down. Squeezing her hand, he got her attention with a light snarl.

Aescun met his stare with her own and snarled in return. “My love,” she spoke squeezing his thick, solid bicep muscle and moved up to kiss him on the lips. Jordai released her hand to place his arm around her waist. Lifting her, he carried her toward the bed. Aescun embraced him and rested her chin on his shoulder. Keeping his other arm flexed and downward, he faced the direction of a small stain on the floor.

' Excellent cleaning as always, my liege. Spotless to the last ', came the sarcastic reply from his head.

As he glowered harshly, Aescun studied the small stain and sniffed. Crinkling her nose with disgust, she growled after detecting a foul odor, “Jordai, you didn’t,”

Jordai growled, “She knew too much. It was necessary to keep the information confidential as it could damage the fleet if people knew what my father had done. I made sure. Speak of it no more.”

Aescun sighed, “Of course, my Khan. I would do the same.”

Satisfied, Jordai refocused his attention to the bed and bent over to place her across the sheets. Aescun casually stared at his features locking him into a mesmerizing aura. She watched him remove his shirt. Jordai muttered softly, Go away.

The voices dissipated leaving him in peace as he tossed the shirt aside and unbuttoned his belt buckle. Gripping him on the belt, the beast pulled him close and placed her other hand on the clasp. Moving upward, she kissed him as he placed his hand on her neck.

Jordai growled increasing his grip on her neck and placed his knee on the bed. Aescun unbuckled his pants as he positioned his lower legs between her body. The Khan flexed his arm muscles and squeezed her larynx. With a snarl, he pushed her head down against the bed and placed his other arm across his chest. Growling softly, he exhaled heavily while scowling at his beast.

Aescun gripped his wrist and moaned arching her back. Feeling along his wrist, she noted the wristband. Feeling the power from it that was weakening her abilities and draining her, she gasped, “Jordai…”

Jordai inhaled his broad chest and exhaled harshly while increasing his power. He scowled at her and placed his thumb against her fangs. Feeling the sharpness of the tooth, he pricked his finger. Arching his back, he moved down to kiss her as she moaned with discomfort feeling a tightness in her chest. Placing her hands on his face, she embraced his kiss and spoke, “Jordai, sto-”

“Shut up,” The Khan growled increasing his grip on her neck and wrapping this arm around her arched back. He moved his head down and kissed her neck while biting down on her skin.

Keeping her hand around his neck, Aescun placed her hand on his abs. She groaned attempting to push him back, but he didn’t budge. Feeling his teeth tearing at her skin, she spoke, “You’re hurting me.”

Aescun's eyes widened with pain when Jordai pulled her skin with his teeth. She yelled as Jordai held her down by the throat. Gripping her other wrist, he stopped her from flailing and kissed the other side of her neck. She gasped, “My Khan, please. I feel tired. Your wristband.”

“What about it,” Jordai snarled moving up to face her. Inhaling through his nostrils, he exhaled a breath of hot air. Blood trickled from his mouth as he licked his teeth. The Khan overwhelmed the beast as the voice returned,

' What about your wristband? '

Curling his lips with hate, he spat with disgust, “I feel stronger. Maybe you need more strength.”

Aescun lightly snarled, “No, Jordai. This is not it. The wristband. It weakens me. Take it,”

' Lies! Keep it on. Obviously, the beast- '

“Enough!” Jordai roared increasing his grip on her larynx. Aescun choked and scrambled for breath. The Khan raised his fist and smacked her. He lifted her by the neck and shouted, “The wristband stays, beast. I do not trust you enough to remove it. As long as I have a certain power above you, I do what I want.”

' Good. Good. Do not let her off easily. Punish her for even speaking of it. '

Letting go of her, he pumped his arms downwards. In comparison to the beast’s arms, the Khan’s was bigger. Twisting his neck around, he bulged his neck muscles and flexed his muscles. His thick legs squeezed together against her body. Scowling at her, he snarled grabbing her throat. Clenching his fist, he pounded her face while holding her in place.

Immobilized and vulnerable, the beast gripped his wrist and protested painfully, “Jordai, please…”

After a few more blows, Jordai roared at her face, “Never speak of the wristband again, you hear me? This child of ours? It will be mine! Once my son is born, you will be discarded as nothing. I will raise him to be as strong as I am to continue my legacy.”

' Good. Teach her what it means to have power above all else. '

Aescun gasped looking into his eyes. Seeing nothing but coldness from within, she listened to her Khan as he finished, “You will be forgotten, beast. We will continue this another night but for now, you have a mission to perform and complete. Get to it.”

Jordai let her go and got off the bed. Careful to avoid her cranial horns, he grabbed her collar and pulled her out. Aescun protested as she scrambled out of the bed. The Khan thrust her onto the ground and kicked her. The beast scrambled away as he roared pumping his arms downwards, “Get out!”

Without a backward glance, Aescun scrambled backwards while holding back her tears. She turned and ran into a bulky trooper. Stumbling back, she looked up as the Major looked down at her. Raising her hand, she whimpered softly and turned to see Jordai scowling at her with rage. He spat, “Get her out, Major, and close the door.”

Obediently, the soldier grabbed Ash’s collar and dragged her. Aescun scrambled for breath when her collar started choking her. As the soldier tossed her out, the door was closed. It backed up and turned to face Jordai Khan. He met his soldier’s gaze. Keeping his cold, angry demeanor, he crossed his arms behind his back and spaced his feet across from each other. The Khan growled softly, “Major. Remove the helmet so I can see you.”

The large, heavyset soldier hesitated. It slowly moved to release the helmet from the shoulder guards. The latches released with a hissing sound similar to an airlock seals releasing air. The end of a long, thick platinum blonde ponytail fell from inside the helmet. As she removed the head piece, the long braid fell toward the ground and stopped as it hung only inches below her waist. It was thick and intricately woven so it was durable and resistant to wear and tear. Resting her helmet at her side, the soldier’s wrinkled features was crinkled into a cold scowl. A long scarred gash slashed across her left eye.

Impressed, Jordai nodded, “Good. Ashaka Teyno, how goes Order Nine One?”

Ashaka slammed her fist against the chest plate armor and knelt with her head down, “Order Nine One was a success, my Khan.” Her braided tail flailed over her shoulder and rested on the floor as she knelt.

Jordai nodded offering his hand. Admiring her well built burly physique, he approached her and spoke, “Rise. You needn’t kneel in front of me, Ashaka. Report.”

Ashaka stood with her feet spaced and nodded placing her arms behind her back. Out of both, she was stronger that rivaled Jordai’s own. The Major spoke directly, “Of the fleet, a third remained loyal. They were mostly of the pure human variety. The rest, the impure aliens, were either killed off or cornered. The Refinery ship and the colony ship are not responding to hails. The colony ship are made of mostly aliens and the impure. The ship itself is smaller in size and insignificant to the fleet. The captured are waiting to be executed, my Khan.”

“Jordai,” the Khan spoke stroking her cheek. Noting the strong jawline of his supreme subject, he thumbed her chin and responded, “Here only or in private, call me by name. My father is dead. Aescun may be my beast, but you are mine. In secret without him knowing, I built you up from below ranks to my strength not only because I trust you. You are only for me. You are my rage, my Wrath.”

Ashaka blinked and gazed into his eyes with her own violet colored pupils. Feeling his hand slip from her jaw, she grabbed his hand. Keeping her expression stoic and clean, she placed his hand on her shoulder. She moved her arm downward and pumped her arm. Compared to his triceps, her triceps muscle was thicker and solid. Crinkling her nose, the Major growled, “Don’t you ever forget this, Jordai. Even if you call yourself the Eye of Wrath, my wrath is so much worse. I will not hesitate to kill. Your order is mine, my Eye of Wrath.”

Jordai craned his head and stared at her arm. He stroked her arm downward toward her wrist. Ashaka unclenched her fist to grab his wrist. Placing his hand on her hip, she moved forward. Keeping the other arm behind her back, she trailed her finger along the lines of his arm. Touching his solid abs, she wrapped her hand around the nape of his neck and embraced him with a kiss.

Keeping his hand on her hip, Jordai matched her strength and embraced her kiss. A strand of her long hair dropped to her side across her shoulder. Squeezing the nape of his neck, she growled lightly, “Jordai.”

Breaking the embrace, the Khan snarled staring into her eyes and spoke, “Anything for you, my Wrath.”

Being alone in this room in her presence brought calmness in him as he listened while mesmerized by her violet colored eyes. Ashaka stroked his cheek and spoke softly, “Now, we have been friends for so long. I was your confidant and you were mine. I know you all too well. Even I know your secret. No one knows about the voices that speak to you. Not even Aescun. Secretly we dated behind the backs of the fleet. Now that your father is gone.”

Jordai snarled with anger and tensed up. He spat at her face, “That pu-ja was never my father!”

Ashaka hesitated and growled shaking her head. She turned away but Jordai stopped her by stroking her hip and brought her closer. Placing his hand on her face, he parted her hair behind her ear and responded, “I apologize. Speak freely, my Wrath.”

Ashaka opened her mouth and exhaled, “You and me. Together. That presents a conundrum. We divide the fleet. You are the new Warlord and I the Major. We create friction. It creates inconsistencies that does not belong. Of course, if you follow Aescun or pursue her. That leaves me in charge of the fleet.”

Confused, Jordai snarled, “What are you saying? Are you breaking up with me?”

Ashaka sighed and shook her head. Squeezing the nape on his neck, she relaxed her hand and let it drop to his arm, “No. That’s not what I’m saying. I know how your mind works. I know your actions, what you are going to say or do next. If you want to pursue her, that’s okay. Something happened between you. I don’t know but I can figure these things out. I can stay behind and watch the fleet. You can trust me. With me in charge, you are free to do what you want. That creates stability.”

Jordai lowered his face as Ashaka stared at his shaved head. Taking her hand off his arm, she stroked the shaved design and kissed his cranium. The Khan growled while curling his upper lips. Growing angrier, he fought to control his passion and embraced her with a kiss. Pulling her close by the waist, he growled softly while pressing his skull against her cranium, “Ashaka Teyno. By the order of the Khan, I promote you to Colonel. You have command of the fleet. You will be my eyes, my ears and my fist. My Wrath. You will deal with my subjects as if I am there. In my stead, you will be the Eye of Wrath in my absence. Does that answer this conundrum of yours?”

“Yes,” Ashaka gasped silently. As she growled pulling free, Jordai hissed with anger and pain. He smirked watching her back away. Ashaka moved several paces backwards while locking her stare on Jordai. With a singular nod, she turned and walked out of the room. Touching his lip, Jordai wiped the blood where she bit his lip in her embrace and turned to face the viewscreen image of the galaxy.

 

A few hours later as the fully armored and dressed beast walked across the Hangar bay, Jordai waited for her beside the D5 Mantis personal transport. On the other side of the platform, Major Ashaka Teyno stood at attention. Keeping her composure, she scowled at the beast with hatred while keeping her arms behind her back. Lightly, she growled while breathing heavily.

Aescun flinched as pain arched across her body but held it as she bowed her head to avert her eyes. Jordai approached her with his arms behind his back. Releasing one arm, he touched her cheek with his hand. Stroking it downward across her scarred jawline, he gripped her larynx. She gasped choking for breath as the voice mused.

' The beast is nothing more than an animal. Utilize her. Bend her to your will. '

The Khan growled with hatred curling his lips and snarled, “You understand why I must do this to you?”

Watching them both from a few feet away, Ashaka smirked at the beast’s discomfort. Wearing the different Koan uniform of a Colonel, her flexi armor exposed her burly physique. She could crush the beast easily if ordered. A stray strand of her braided blond hair fell to her side. Flicking her head, the tall warrior adjusted her shoulders and flexed her broad traps to portray the intimidation. Her long, thick braided ponytail extended below her waist.

Aescun gasped and coughed while touching his wrist. Jordai relaxed his grip and moved his thumb upward to touch her fang. Piercing his skin, he observed as Aescun sucked on his thumb to drink his blood. She replied coldly, “Of course, my Khan. I would not have it any other way. If it were me, I would have done the same but that is not the case as you are my lord first and foremost. You are in a power above me and will utilize me as such for a means to your power.”

' Good. She understands her uses. '

Releasing her, Jordai watched Aescun fall to her knees and bow before him. He responded, “Exactly. Now, you will take the Perilous Blade. It was my father’s modded D7 Hunter patrol craft. You will find that pod and destroy it. Without hesitation. I am sending along one of my trusted advisor and pilot along with you to make sure you find him without fail. If you kill him or if anything else happens to him, I will know immediately. You will be punished.”

The huntress bowed. Saying nothing, she turned away from her Khan and walked up the plank into her Khan’s personal ship. Keeping his arms behind his back, the Khan scowled coldly at the ship. Ashaka watched with awe at her Khan. Impressed, she walked several steps toward him.

Aescun entered the Blade’s small airlock. As it was also a makeshift escape pod, she pressed the button to open the door into her ship. Keeping her right gauntlet on her lightsaber hilt, she walked around the lower deck toward the stairs. Eyeing the stacked crate beside the wall, she moved her hand across and felt the energies surrounding it. Grunting softly, she gripped the crate. However, she couldn’t. Grunting softly, she felt weakened and fell to her knee.

Touching the collar latched around her neck, she felt the discomfort as her powers were somehow being dampened somewhat by the device she wore. Growling softly with disgust by her own weakness, she gripped the top of her hilt with her gauntlet and stood to her feet. Walking up toward to the upper part of the deck, her heavy boots reverberated on the metal. Reaching the top, she walked toward the cockpit.

In the cockpit, an average sized male human sat in the chair. Turning to face her, he stood saluting pounding his fist against his chest honoring her presence, “My huntress! Lieutenant Tei Rouge. I have been commanded by the Paerilous Khan himself to oversee your hunt for the coffin. It will be a glori-”

Flicking her left wrist, Aescun tossed the mane of her braided hair aside over her shoulder and spat interrupting him with a fanged snarl, “Whatever. Do as you will and take us out. I will be at the lower decks. Do not dare disturb me.”

Tei nodded bowing his head before sitting back down in the cockpit, “Huntress!”

Aescun left his presence in a huff. The beast was in an angry mood. Meanwhile, outside of the Blade, Jordai looked on watching his personal modded ship lift off and leave the hangar bay. The Blade zoomed out of the hold as Tei calculated its fight path through the fleet into space before jumping into hyperspace.

 

Standing tall, Jordai turned his head to face his second. Keeping his scowl, he turned with his body and spoke, “Colonel.”

Keeping her arm behind her back, Asaka lifted and smashed her boot against the ground while pounding her chest in respects, “My Khan. Are you sure it was wise to let her use your father’s personal ship?”

Jordai snarled and dealt a face blow with the back of his hand. Asaka flinched as he shouted, “Don’t you dare speak of him as if he was my father! He was never my father!”

Asaka exhaled opening her mouth. Licking the side of her teeth inside her jaw, she tasted blood. Wiping her jaw, she felt the warm blood on her hand. Wiping it against her armor, she stared coldly at Jordai and growled while regaining her posture, “Forgive me, my Khan.”

Jordai curled his lips and spat, “Now, give me your report.”

Without hesitation, Ashaka spoke with pride in her commanding tone, “Almost half the fleet are on our side. This ship, your personal flagship, is under your control. It was swift and easy as many officers onboard serve you and only you, My Khan. Three other ships have been taken over and are responding to our hails. However, two still refuse to answer and one of them is responsible for fueling the fleet. The other is the colony ship. I await your command.”

Jordai’s nose crinkled with anger as he growled, “Prepare a boarding party for one of them. We need to retake that refinery. They are the lifeblood of the fleet and the Eir. Execute the captain as a measure of control. The fleet needs to know that I will not tolerate disobedience. As for the other ship, I leave that to you. It is only a colony ship. If it has no uses, destroy it. I have no tolerance for delay. Dismissed!”

Ashaka clicked her heels, pounded her chest and bowed her head, “With pleasure, my Khan!”

As the Colonel turned with a smirk on the side of her lip, Jordai watched her long head tail swing with force behind her. Studying her, a part of him felt a longing to be with her. The Colonel’s large back and muscular figure showed more of her well-built physique. The Khan mused remembering the promise that allowed Ashaka to grow in strength and form to rival his own body. A strong bond between them had developed long before he even thought about killing his father and taking his mantle as Warlord.

The voice in his head spoke.

' Really? You’ve known her for a long time. I know you desire her, but you know what she is. That relationship creates conflict. Leave it, and there will be no complications. '

Curling his lips, Jordai mumbled watching her leave the Hangar bay, “She is special. I can handle her. My heart and soul belong to her. I will not be denied my desires. Besides, she helped me attain rank and position among my peers. It was only fair that I returned the favor. She has proven loyal to the last and will die for her Khan. That was all I asked of her.”

 

The Perilous Blade flew across its per-coordinated flight across the white expanse of hyperspace. Inside the ship, Aescun sat in the medic section of the small room. The door was locked tightly shut. Removing a part of her body armor, she sat down on the bed near the medic droid. Her back arched slightly in pain. Something inside of her was broken and jabbing against her ribs. Groaning with discomfort, her pain alerted the droid as it came over and asked mechanically, “What ails you, huntress?”

Aescun scowled at it and snarled baring her fangs with a response, “Check me over, Twovee. I wish to see the status of my body.”

The medic droid, 2V-R8, spoke, “Of course. It will be done at once huntress.”

It took a few minutes of scanning her body with the instrument. It beeped in an affirmation with an almost animated cheerfulness, “If it will please you huntress, you are in complete heath. Aside from a few bruises and broken bones, your ovarian health remained intact and versatile! If it will please you, huntress, I have a selection of virile…”

The beast snarled grabbing its mouth with her left hand and moved it close to her. The 2V-R8 protested as she spat with coldness and whispered, “Not so loud, droid! Lest the stupid lieutenant hears, you will be silent, or I will tear you apart.”

She clenched her hand on the droid’s mouth crushing the metal. It protested beeping, “I apologize. You are damaging me, huntress. I will not say a word by your order!”

Ignoring the droid’s cry for mercy, the moody huntress scowled at the door. Deep in thought, she clenched her right gauntlet. Soon tired of hearing the pitiful beeping from the droid, Aescun snarled gripping its head. Using her right gauntlet, she grabbed its neck and easily tore off it’s speech processor. Baring her fangs with a snarl, she increased her muscular power and crushed the metal of both the processor and the head of the droid.

The 2V-R8 became silent. Focusing her attention on the droid, she grabbed its neck. Using the crushing power on her gauntlet, she grabbed its core and ripped it out of its chassis. Tossing the body onto the floor, she gripped the crushed head and sat on the bed. She snarled the one name she hated most of all.

“Jordai.”

Aescun grunted softly and refocused her attention on the droid’s head. Gripping her hand, she attempted to call upon the energies of the force again but to no avail as she felt the same weakness return. Breathing heavily, she snarled with anger. On the floor, the ruined remains of the headless medical droid sparked before the torn power core died.

 

Within the private chambers of Paerilous Khan, Jordai rested his hands against the mirror wall. Wearing only a waist belt, a wristband and pants with the clasped waist buckle, only his upper torso remained bare exposing his massive, veiny torso and a thick abs. He breathed heavily, listening to the voices in his head. He growled with anger and spat, “Shut up.”

' For what my liege? Control yourself. You did what you had to do '

Jordai growled with anger scowling at his image. Spit dribbled down his mouth as he spat, “Shut up! It was unnecessary. I loved-“

Foaming in the mouth, the feral Eir Khan roared. Closing his eyes, he palmed his right eye and temple while yelling, “No! I can’t! I am the Khan.”

“But,” Jordai gasped backing away and stared at his broken reflection, “Aescun was mine only. To betray me like this only to realize what my fa-“

His breathing increased as the voices interrupted his train of thought. The Khan grew angrier and roared, “He is no more! Dead! Aescun is safe. She is mine to control!”

' The beast submits to your will, but what will you do when if she is freed. '

“She will die,” The Khan growled. Soon, pain arched across his head as he yelled closing his eyes. Shaking his head, he shouted while pumping his arms downwards, “She will not die! I have control! As long as I have control, she wh-eh”

Palming his face, Jordai shook his head and roared. Clenching his fist, he rammed it at the mirror breaking both the wall and his wrist bone. Taking the pain, he growled and hissed backing away as the voice in his head mocked

' You cannot resist. In the end, you know the truth. Whether you love her or not, the ending is the same. '

Holding his wrist, Jordai groaned. Turning the pain into his advantage, he responded, “That may be so, but only I, Jordai, will be the one leading the charge. You are a fool to think you can control me.”

' You’re right, my liege. You are in control of your own destiny. I am just a figment of your imagination. '

Jordai breathed heavily watching the broken image of his own reflection on the mirror. Scowling at himself with hatred, he spat, “Damn right. I am in charge and the dark beast is under my control.”

' Good… ' the voice mused satisfied

 

Onboard the Blade, a beeping sound from within the intercom startled Aescun. With a snarl, she scowled. Putting back her body armor to cover her chest, she twisted on the comm and half shouted, “What?”

We have arrived at the last know coordinates of the coffin, huntress. I thought you would like to know.

She let out an audible snarl and spat with disgust, “Yes, fine. I will be there, lieutenant.”

The huntress turned it off and stormed out of the medic room. With her gauntlet on the hilt of her weapon, her cloak swished behind her as she turned to the stairs and leapt with the power of the force. Gripping the railing, she hoisted herself over as her metal boots clanged on the upper deck.

Collecting herself, she stormed toward the cockpit and spat at the human, “Where is it?”

Tei responded typing up a screen, “It drifted several light years from here. I am attempting to track its location, but it seems that someone found it already.”

Aescun snarled curling her upper lips. Narrowing her eyes, she spat with impatience, “Who?”

Tei typed furiously and responded with obedience, “The light signature matches that of an HX 2903 series, the Dandermind. It is a small trading freighter that regularly trades within Nal Hutta space and the outlying regions, huntress. Shall I pursue it? It is only some light years from here.”

She growled and responded, “By all means, Lieutenant. Hail it. I wish to speak with the captain.”

“Of course, huntress,” Tei nodded as he twisted for the comm speaking, “This is Lieutenant Tei Rouge of the Perilous Blade hailing the captain of the Dandermind, please respond. My commander wishes to speak with you at once. This is the Lieutenant of the Perilous Blade, please respond."

Silence resounded from the intercom. It went a bit longer than expected. Tei tried again the second time, but no response. Aescun gripped her left hand into a fist as her bicep rose into a well-rounded muscle and snarled responding, “How many minutes away?”

Tei responded preparing for hyper jump, “Only five minutes, huntress.”

She shouted with a snarl, “Then what are you waiting for? Pursue it. If it does not comply with my demands, disable it and prepare to board it.”

Tei nodded as the D5-Mantis patrol craft jumped into hyperspace with a new, calculated route.

 

In Jordai’s chambers, he stood before the reflection of his mirror. On his right wrist, it was bandaged as it slowly healed his bones while piecing it together. Recognizing his suburb strength, the Khan occasionally miscalculated and injured himself. Used to it, he snarled at the voices in his head, “So, the reports were true. My father secretly-“

“Yes,” Jordai growled turning away from his image and shook his head. He muttered, “Disgusting and unnecessary. What was he thinking? Everything he taught me, was it all for naught? He was never my-”

Growing angrier, his voice changed, “It changes nothing. My fa-, the pu-ja was right for one thing. The beast is special. She is still of use to us. Her child will provide me with-“

He groaned with pain as his head hurt. Fighting against the strain, Jordai placed his hand against the mirror wall and spoke, “I will not let you. No! I love her. She doesn’t deser-“

Another pain shot through his arm as he clenched his injured hand. The voice within warned.

' Careful. Lest you want to lose your hand…and head. ' It mocked him.

“Shut up!” Jordai shouted. Breathing heavily, he muttered, “I am in control of my emotions. I-ah,”

Letting go of the mirror, the Khan palmed his head and growled. Scowling at his own image with his furious orange-red pupils, he spat, “The pu’ja is no more. He is dead. I am in charge. The beast is ours and the child. The child. He will be mine.”

Pain shot through his body as the Khan collapsed onto the floor kneeling. Scowling at his image, he listened to the voice and sniffed.

' Just remember lest you forget. The beast is your enemy. So long as she has her uses, you will utilize her to the full extend. '

Jordai flared his nostrils with anger and breathed heavily. Holding down and hiding his pain, he spat, “Of course. We will use her. The child will be mine and she will be discarded as scrap.”

' Yes. And? '

Burying his emotions down deep, the Khan smirked with coldness in his tone responding to the voice in his head, “She will die by my hand. I will keep to my earlier promise and rip her to pieces before feeding her flesh to my beasts just as I did to my other subject. The one who knew too much.”

 

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Chapter Five

Dandermind

The Blade exited hyperspace. It moved with agility and speed toward the Dandermind. Tei hailed it. The opposing ship charged and opened fire. A console on the side of Aescun sparked. Tei shouted, “Pithka! Shields up. Weapons charged and powered!”

With an angry snarl, Aescun shouted, “What are you waiting for then? Fire, incompetent fool!”

Ignoring her direct insult, he pointed while calculating his evasive maneuvers, “I can only pilot this vessel to avoid its attacks. The weapons console is over there, huntress!”

The beast angrily snorted and stormed toward the weapons console on Tei’s right. Sitting down, she looked at the screen and maneuvered the targeting into position. As the small freighter came into sight, she opened fire. The Dandermind maneuvered, spun on its axis and fired back.

Tei dodged its attacks expertly and moved it out of the way as his Huntress opened fire. A few directed hits from the Blade disabled the freighter with minimal damage to the Khan’s personal ship. However, the Dandermind became heavily damaged and ceased its attacks.

The beast snarled baring her fangs and got up with a shout, “Status!”

Tei responded, “Disabled, huntress. We received minimal damage. We are on the clear.”

She spoke and turned to the screen, “Good. Hail him.”

Tei turned on the comm and spoke, “This is Lieutenant Tei Rouge calling for your surrender. We have disabled your engines. Comply or you will be dealt with severe consequences.”

The comm static with a male’s voice replying, “I apologize. Captain Tur Surianne. On behalf of my crew, I apologize for attacking. My comm wasn’t working and we could not respond. Then my pilot mistook your threat and attacked. He has been dealt with harshly. How may I serve Paerilous Khan’s servant?”

Aescun snarled. Clawing Tei on the chest, she yanked him aside with her gauntlet. She pressed the button and spat into the comm, “This is Aescun Shi’ion and you will call me Huntress! I am no servant to anyone, and I will not hesitate to murder a disrespectful alien such as yourself!”

The male’s voice responded fearfully and hastily, “I-I apologize sincerely, huntress. I meant no offense. How may I serve you?”

Tei groaned on the floor and clutched his chest feeling the pain. Aescun spat with a growl, “Did you pick up a pod with a life sign inside.”

The captain responded, “Yes, yes I did. I recognized the markings of your main vessel on the tube. I however cannot just give it to you. Perhaps you can trade me something for it? I need to make my living-”

Aescun snarled angrily as her red eyes glowed harshly. She spat interrupting him, “You dare ask me, the dark Sith Huntress of Paerilous Khan, to trade with you? You insult me!”

The captain jabbered fearfully, “Ah no of course not huntress. I did not mean to anger you. Of course, we can give you back your property without charge. Long may Paerilous Khan live!”

Aescun spat harshly, “Good. Now begin the docking procedures and I will meet you in the airlock.”

As the comm ended, Aescun turned to her lieutenant on the floor. Scowling with a deep hatred for him, she spat, “What are you doing sitting around? Bring her around to the airlock! Now!”

Tei bowed his head to avert her eyes as she stormed out. Hiding his pained chest, he quickly scrambled to his chair and maneuvered the patrol craft to dock with the freighter’s airlock.

The airlock hissed slightly as Aescun slowed to a halt. Closing her eyes, she growled lightly pondering on her next move. As Tei finished shutting down the engines, he typed in a short message burst for his Khan.

' My Khan. This is Lieutenant Tei Rouge with an update. We have found the coordinates of the pod. It was picked up by a freighter called the Dandermind. We are about to board her. Update coming soon. '

Satisfied with the message, he left the cockpit. Running down the stairs, the lieutenant joined by her side near the airlock. He saluted, “Huntress, Paerilous ordered me to accompany you only simply to observe you dealing with the matter.”

Aescun narrowed her eyes and glared at him a with harsh crimson color. She spat ignoring him keeping her back to Tei, “Whatever. Stay out of my way!”

Tei bowed and inquired, “Of course, huntress. If I may, what is your plan for this encounter?”

The beast glared. Walking forward, she placed the hood over her cranial horns and responded, “Plan? You already know my plan, Lieutenant. Do not ask me of this again.” Only the dual horns stuck out from beneath her hood as the crimson glow from her eyes glimmered in the darkness.

Tei bowed again responding as he followed her, “I apologize. I will not ask again.”

 

On the balcony in his private chambers, Jordai stared through the window at the moon below. The fleet remained in orbit. Enjoying the silence in his head, the Khan kept his arms folded behind his back and stared out. Wearing the same piece of clothing he wore a few moments ago, he stood straight with his broad, bare chest. Behind him, his door chimed. Jordai spoke calmly, “Enter.”

Flinching silently as the voice responded, Jordai groaned.

' Who dares interrupt our peace and quiet? '

Jordai snarled quietly and sniffed. Recognizing the familiar scent of his second, the Khan eased his tension. Beckoning her forward with his good hand, he commanded, “Colonel Ashaka Teyno. Come.”

The large, heavyset newly promoted female Colonel stepped through the doorway and walked toward her Khan as her heavy boots reverberated. Her thick, veiny muscular arms rested behind her back. Kneeling before him, she moved her arms forward and spoke offering a tablet, “My Khan. A message from Lieutenant Rouge.”

Jordai nodded offering his hand. Admiring her arms, he approached her and took the tablet before placing his arms behind his back before speaking, “Rise. Don’t kneel before me, Ashaka. You are my equal.”

Ashaka stood and nodded placing her arms behind her back. She spoke directly, “Order Nine One was a success. Of the fleet, a third remained loyal. The rest of the aliens were either killed off or cornered. The Refinery ship recaptured, and the colony ship was destroyed. We have captured several more from the Refinery ship including its chief engineer and the captain. They are waiting to be executed.”

Jordai nodded, “Excellent. Take them to the bridge and prepare them. I will along shortly. Dismissed.”

Ashaka bowed her head and slammed her fist against her breastplate, “My Khan.”

As she left him alone in the room, Jordai turned to face the window. He removed the tablet from his pocket and pursed its contents while placing his right, bandaged hand behind his back. After a few moments of pondering, he spat, “Speak!”

'About what? You know what to do. I am only a figment… '

Baring his teeth, Jordai growled with anger, “After my beast finds and confirms my fa-, ugh, the pu-ja’s death, I will be rest assured that my legacy is safe.”

' And then? '

Placing the tablet behind his back, he crossed his arms and turned to approach the mirror. The Khan mused, “I will wait for the right time. I have been thinking.”

Jordai exhaled turning his head aside. Stopping halfway, he spat, “What? This can’t be about her again. I thought I,” exhaling sharply as pain streaked across his head, he groaned.

Shaking his head, the Khan regained his composure and responded calmly, “We, will use her. After watching, reading and studying what the pu-ja did to her, we can only conclude that what he did to her was the wrong approach. It was unacceptable. We need the subject, my beast, to comply. What you did to her was wrong,” The Khan groaned in pain closing his eyes.

Shaking his head, Jordai opened his eyes and muttered, “What I did? You,”

The Khan growled regaining his composure by bringing his hands to bare. Flexing his muscles, he placed them to his side and snarled, “Enough!”

Jordai hissed with pain feeling that strain from his injured hand. Massaging his wrist with his left hand, he finished with a smirk, “I can fix this. Love can be manipulated and used. It can be twisted and formed. She will be mine and soon as she bores a son, I will discard her. There is no resistance.”

' Excellent, my liege. Push down your feelings for the beast. It is weakness. Instead, use your desire for control and utilize her as the means to an end. '

Jordai snarled massaging his healing wrist. Studying his bearded face, he offered an evil glint from his eyes and smirked, “Not to her end, but to a new beginning for us.”

 

As the small docking pylon connected the two vessels, the doors hissed open. The cloaked dark huntress waited as her gauntlet rested on the hilt of her saber. Lieutenant Tei Rouge stood behind her. As both doors opened, they walked forward crossing the threshold.

On the other end of the airlock stood a single humanoid like alien with four arms. He smiled waiting for her. Soon, after feeling darkness from her, the captain whimpered with fear. His expression sank. Growing terrified of her, he raised his arms and averted his face. It was dark in the illuminated airlock. Inside the corridor were signs of heavy battle damage with broken walls and sparkling wires.

Aescun stopped before him. Recognizing him as the four-armed Besalisk, she snarled with disgust. Under her hood, she could sense his fear. The Besalisk male gulped and responded opening his arms. Bowing with respect, he stammered “We-we- welcome to-to tha the Dandermind! I-I am Captain Tur Sss-oh dear! I do-do apologize for our r-r-r-recent encounter. I-I hope to, umm, avoid sssuch things in the future!”

Keeping her head down, she scowled at him. With only her dual horns visible, she gripped her claw on the hilt of her saber. He gulped quivering with fear, “I-I will be yer h-host fffor the day! I-if you wish a tour or ins-pection of my little vvvessel, I-I would be happy to! It is all I can do for you, Huntress of Pae-”

Aescun snarled shutting him up by looking up as her harsh crimson eyes glowed through her hood. Baring her fangs, she spat interrupting him, “Silence your groveling, fool! Lieutenant!”

“Oh dear,” The Besalisk captain stopped in mid-sentence and gasped with fear of her red eyes.

The lieutenant stepped forward and responded in a military fashion, “I am Lieutenant Tei Rouge. You are in the presence of Aescun Shi’ion, the well renowned Sith Huntress in thirty-seven systems. You should be in awe and kneel before her, Captain.”

Tur gulped and responded as he knelt before her, “O-o-oh dear. I-I meant no di-disrespect.”

Tei continued, “By Chapter 23 in section 4 in the edict as written by your lord Paerilous Khan, all vessels must be boarded and searched. If the vessel refused to respond to hails as given, this gives him a free hand to take what he sees fit to take. The vessel that violated the rules shall be dismantled and destroyed after all the contents seized and turned over to the Paerilous Khan’s fleet. You will comply with the rules or perish. Those are your choices.”

Tur gulped. Looking up, he averted his eyes and quivered with fear, “I-I am a simple captain, huntress. I have a family to care of. I-I do not have much to offer except my life. P-please take the pod and go.”

Aescun snarled. Remembering that her manipulation of the force had been dampened somewhat, she gripped the hilt of her saber and walked forward toward the captain. Tur Surianne whimpered softly and averted his gaze. Without hesitation, she withdrew her saber with her finger-less gloved hand and activated it while cutting one of his arms off. Tur squealed with pain as the bright fuchsia colored blade cut down his two other arms. She grabbed his throat with her gauntlet. Squeezing him in an unlockable vice grip, she lifted the heavyset captain up toward her face with effort. Her thick arm expanded.

The captain flailed with his only arm and grabbed her wrist with a whimper, “Please.

Aescun bared her fangs with a snarl, “You don’t get to beg with your life, coward. I shall take your pitiful life. You should not have taken what was mine. Your family will be dealt with. By the Khan, they will be found guilty.”

He gasped in fear as she placed the hilt before his chest. The saber activated as the bright fuchsia color extended through his chest while impaling his heart. She twisted with her left hand and slashed him across before tossing his body aside. The Besalisk captain died instantly. Her metal boots echoed among the small, but damaged corridor as she began her march toward the cockpit.

Her passive Force sense spread as she detected at least three people onboard. The collar she wore may have dampened her offensive abilities, but not her other abilities she honed through harsh training. Her senses detected another Besalisk nearby in a dark, powered down corridor hiding as she crossed the corridor of the ship. The Lieutenant remained behind her observing. He dared not intervene unless she asked him to as he was only an advisor and pilot. He was simply her companion for her first journey alone in this galaxy and beyond.

As Aescun turned the corner, she immediately placed her activated blade aside and raised her gauntlet to block the blaster bolts from her attacker wielding four blasters at once. She turned and glowered at him with her harsh crimson eyes. As she blocked blaster fire, her pilot fired back with his pistol to defend his huntress. The fearless Besalisk took to cover and fired back quickly. Growing impatient, the beast snarled as she crouched. Using her inhumane speed, she rushed forward with a roar and leaped over his cover.

Flanking him quickly, the slow lumbered Besalisk barely had a chance to turn as her saber impaled his back. The last Besalisk onboard gasped painfully and fell to his knees. Twisting the hilt, Aescun snarled with anger and pulled to cut him down. The heavy alien made a resounding thump as she resumed her journey across the ship. Her pilot quickly rejoined her side.

She turned into another corridor into the new room. The male humanoid behind the seat immediately stood and grabbed the weapon in his holster. He opened fire as Aescun raised her gauntlet to block his blaster. Taking her saber, she tossed it across. It cut him through as he gasped dropping the blaster. The beast quickly rushed forward with a roar and leaped to his position. Grabbing her hilt, she pulled the saber and grabbed his throat.

The Twi'lekk pilot whimpered as she spat coldly, “Were you the one who dared attacked me?”

He whimpered with fear and responded, “Yes, please have mercy. I just simply misheard-”

Aescun interrupted him, “It was the Khan’s vessel you fired on. You are either stupid or bold to attack.”

Gulping heavily, he sweated from his brow as the heat of her blade came close. The Twi'lekk pilot stammered, “I-I am just a si-simple merchant who-who made a si-simple mistake. I ru-run into ma-“

She gripped his throat and snapped his neck in two with her strong metal gauntlet. Tired of hearing so many excuses, the huntress snarled with hatred. Almost like the Khan, the beast was merciless and almost without heart. Tei felt impressed by her coldness toward her enemies. Her fuchsia lightsaber deactivated as she placed it back into the holster.

Aescun moved forward toward the cockpit. Taking her saber, she gripped it with both hands and destroyed the consoles with rage rendering the Dandermind dead. Moving away, she moved onto her last destination toward the center where the pod was located.

Before her was a giant window and a console beside it. The corridor she stood seemed less heavily damaged than it was in the rest of the ship. Inside the window in that room with the pod looked to be intact with zero damage. The beast seemed impressed with that fact.

Another man was on the other side. Only a simple scientist and medic, he held no weapons or anything to defend himself. Locking himself in, he taunted her, “You can’t get to me, beast! Soon as I awake him, he will defend me against you!”

Behind him, a medical droid tended to a floating tank with the green-skinned Mirialin inside. Beside the tank was the excavated pod. Turning to the doctor, the droid picked up a container with a green liquid inside. One of its hands transformed into a single, injecting device. Placing the container tightly into its newly formed hand, it focused its attention to the scene.

Aescun watched the droid briefly before looking at the doctor. She smirked coldly, “I am not the one you should worry about.” Tei looked at her with confusion.

The doctor responded bravely, “Yeah, that’s right! You’d better get out while you can. Droid!”

He turned just as the droid approached the doctor. Grabbing his arm, it raised its injector. The doctor gasped with fear, “Wait, what are you-“

Silently, the droid rammed the injector into the doctor’s neck and released the green liquid into his body. The doctor gasped feeling the effects of the poison in his system. The droid dropped the human onto the floor and typed a few commands. The door opened as the droid spoke, “Huntress, the Khan’s body resides within. I await your command as ordered by the Khan himself.”

Aescun nodded, “Good. Stand by.”

The Lieutenant stammered, “But, wait-what?” A growl forced him into silence as the beast turned to him.

Aescun growled scowling at him with her glowing red eyes. She spat, “Why are you still here? Search the ship and seize any remaining personnel. Capture any prisoners and put them in the hold. Now! While I still have control of my temper. Do not question me, lieutenant. Do not report in till I summon you!”

Bashing his fist against his chest, Tei saluted, “Huntress!”

As he walked away, Aescun snarled facing the open door. Moving forward, she lowered her hood while entering through the doorway. The droid followed her as she spat, “Report!”

Looking at the former Khan floating in the tank, the droid responded, “Huntress! The Paerilous Khan is healthy and resting inside the tank. He is ready for retrieval if you would press the button.”

The beast growled. Studying the tank, she inquired, “Wake him? Why? At his vulnerable state, he,”

The droid listened and observed. Aescun studied the controls. Moving her hand over the console, she hesitated. Jordai sent her here to make sure he was dead. In the same time, Aescun was ordered by her Khan, the real Khan, to serve him no matter what. Studying her options, the beast realized that this was her moment. Her decision. Her choice demanded the fate of her Khan.

The droid responded, “Huntress? What are you waiting for? He has given you his orders.”

“Who, droid,” Aescun murmured.

She turned as the droid processed her request, “The Khan, Huntress.”

Studying the droid, the beast questioned it, “Which Khan?”

Finding its correct answer, the medical droid responded, “Why! Paerilous Khan the Merciless!”

Aescun shook her head and exhaled, “So quick to answer, droid. So obedient to a fault. It’s a shame, really. Well guess what, droid?”

Confused, the droid cocked its head and inquired, “What is it?”

Turning to face her Khan, Aescun stroked her stomach and snarled. She spat angrily, “I chose neither!”

The droid detected its master in danger. Raising its needle arm, it jerked down piercing the beast’s skin. Reacting to the sudden attack, she grabbed the arm. Angered at being attacked, she pulled the needle out of her muscle leaving behind a small hole. A green liquid trickled downward. Feeling the poison, the beast roared opening her other palm. Pulling the energies toward her, she immobilized the droid and turned to face it. Feeling the effects of the poison in her system, she snarled, “Why? The Khan does not want me dead.”

The droid protested, “I apologize, huntress. My automated defense kicked it. I was only acting in defense of my Khan. By waking him in case you did not fulfill his order, he will wake up and deliver you the antidote that which will cure your system and provide you with a healthy body. Wake him and he-“

“You have pissed me off, droid. No one attacks me and lives,” she snarled increasing her grip on its needle arm.

Aescun grabbed the droid by the head and increased her muscle power. The droid protested grabbing her wrist. The beast exhaled and roared while pulling at its arm. With strength, she popped it’s arm out of its socket. The droid flailed as Aescun lifted the droid over. Grasping her right gauntlet, she jammed the entire arm through the droid’s chest ripping out its mechanical heart. Pulling it out, she crushed it effortlessly. The droid ceased its movement and died.

With rage, she roared pushing with her gauntlet and used the mysterious aura to thrust the droid across the room. It broke into pieces as it hit the glass. The window shattered with the deactivated droid laid across the shards in the corridor.

Clutching her chest, she groaned. Gathering all energies, Aescun fought the poison as it slowly ravaged her body. Her red eyes waned and wavered as it returned to the dark pupils. Falling to her knee, Aescun groaned and turned to face the console. Snarling with distaste, she waved one hand over the button and released her Khan from the watery prison. Closing her eyes, the beast entered a meditative state of hibernation. Exhaling a final breath, she watched the Mirialan Warlord stumble from the tank.

Aescun fell to the ground unconscious as the Khan quickly caught her body. Caressing her, he observed his surroundings to gather himself. Noting his ruined droid, he caressed his beast and carried her onto the bed to tend to the poison in her system. Taking his hand, he gently stroked the ridged scar line across the left part of her face down her jawline.

 

In the cockpit of the Blade, Tei opened the holo comm. As the image of his Khan flickered on, Tei smacked his chest and bowed respectfully, “My Khan.”

Crossing his arms behind his back, Jordai’s flickering holo commanded, “Speak!”

Tei nodded while spacing his legs apart from each other and stood in a standby position. Placing his arms behind him, he spoke, “My liege, we boarded the Dandermind. My Huntress was merciless in her actions and dealt a swift blow against its captain and the crew. She left no one alive and seized the cargo for the Khan. Currently, she is dealing with the pod. She ordered me to seize the cargo and await her command!”

Disappointed, Jordai spat, “Why aren’t you with her? Why isn’t she speaking to me?”

Tei bowed his head and shuffled his feet to respond, “My lord, she commanded me! I dare not question,”

“Fool!” The Khan roared, “She knows not to kill you! She will be punished if she laid her hand on you. You had one job! I expected you to deliver. Now answer me this. Can you confirm or deny?”

Tei gulped. Fearing his wrath, he stammered, “c-Confirm or de-deny wh-at, ssir?,”

“Silence! Do not speak to me unless the Huntress is standing there giving her report,” he roared.

Catching himself, he clicked his heels together. Moving his arms to his side, he bowed his head and pounded his chest as the holo shut off. Gulping softly, Tei stood there for a few moments to wait for his heart to stop beating fast while he rested his hand on it. On his first mission, the lieutenant feared both his Khan and his Huntress. Unsure of what to do, he froze.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the holo, Jordai snarled. Angrily, he walked away from the circle and breathed heavily to control his breathing. Pumping his arm downwards, he growled harshly and spat, “One job. I sent him on a fool’s errand for nothing! Stuttering, incompetent son of a,”

' There now, my liege. You didn’t expect her mission to be resolved quickly without difficulty, did you? '

Jordai growled shaking his head. He roared, “What I want is confirmation! Is that so hard to ask? He’d better be dead, so help me,”

The Khan grunted shaking his head. The Eye of Wrath spoke holding back his anger, “And he will be. Aescun will not fail her Khan. She knows what is at stake. He is as good as dead. Power overcomes all.”

' Indeed '

Jordai grunted palming his head. Shaking it, he scowled at the reflection on the mirror and angrily spat with hatred, “The only one, at this point, I want is his death. Nothing else is more important. He is a danger, not just to the fleet, but to the galaxy itself. With him dead, I have control.”

Silence ranged his ear except for his heavy breathing. Satisfied, Jordai regained his composure and pressed the button for the intercom directly to the bridge, “Colonel. Alert the fleet. Prepare for a jump to the last location of the Perilous Blade and execute on your mark. PAERILOUS KHAN OUT!”

He groaned holding his head as pain shot through his mind. The voice spoke.

' You do not trust Aescun Shi’ion, as it seems? And yet, the fleet still does not know what you are up to, except for Ashaka Teyno. '

Jordai snarled baring his teeth. Turning to face the balcony overlooking the stars, he approached while placing his arms behind his back. The Khan responded coldly, “It is necessary as part to protect the reputation of the fleet. I must see to his death and to be sure that she completed her objectives. I would hate for her to be dead by the time I get there if the pu-ja were alive by chance.”

As commanded, the flagship of the Khan disappeared into hyperspace. The fleet followed including the large refinery ship while leaving behind the floating remains of a vessel. Jordai scowled at the hyperspace tunnel and smirked, “If he were alive by chance and my beast failed in her mission, I have the power to target the warp cores of both vessels. Destroying them both, the reputation of the Khan remains intact.”

 

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Changed Kayao to Besalisk. The description of the aliens are similar enough. I also added a few more sentences after.
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Chapter Six

' Rogue '

In the small medical room onboard the Dandermind, the green skinned Mirialan tended to Aescun on the bed. Injecting her with a syringe, he watched his beast groan opening her eyes. Facing her Khan, she gasped and attempted to rise. He growled placing his hand on her chest and spoke, “Easy. The poison is still in your system. It is a good thing you entered a state of meditation or your body would have been damaged permanently. Rest. Save your strength.”

Sensing no anger from her Khan, the beast exhaled a breath and rested. This was the one moment she felt safe because she felt calm. The liquid he had injected caused her to be submissive and easily suggestive. Aescun opened her eyes and smiled, “My Khan. You are not angry?”

The former Khan sighed and shook his head. Sitting on the bed next to her, he caressed her forehead and replied calmly, “Remember my former name, Aescun? As I am no longer the Khan as it seems. Really? Why now? What is the reason for your betrayal?”

Aescun sighed, “Malek. Please do not be angry. I hastened your demise to avoid Jordai’s suspicion. I never betrayed you. As I had suspected, he was growing paranoid. Besides, it was his time to rise. I have allowed you free reign to do as you please without the prying eyes of the fleet.”

“Hmm,” Malek pondered. Caressing her face, he stroked her hair. Aescun accepted his embrace and hugged her Khan. Stroking her face with his other hand, he responded calmly without anger, “Well, I suppose it is the right time. You are healthy. With no real damage to your body, my plan remains intact. Are you proceeding to as I instructed?”

Aescun nodded smacking her lips and stroked his arm muscles. She replied, “Yes. We tried last night, but he got too violent. The band he wears weakens me. I don’t know why.”

Malek sighed shaking his head. Lifting his arm where the wrist band used to reside, he noted the metal hand. Clenching it, he felt the metallic feel of it as well as the strength of his grip. He responded, “This wrist band he wears is specifically designed for me. As he has no control over it, the band weakens you the longer you are close. I need that back, soon.”

Aescun cocked her head and inquired calmly, “How? He would know if I attempt to take it off.”

He replied, “I will construct a replica of it that is nearly identical to the last atom. He will never suspect. The only thing you would do is to get him alone and asleep so we can make the switch.”

She nodded, “Of course, Malek. It will be done. I love you, my Khan. My child. I want him to be yours.”

Malek smiled and nodded, “Soon, but first do as I ask. When the time is ripe and you will know it, you will kill Jordai and take charge of the fleet. Since I am dead, I will have to remain this way for the time being. I still have allies in the fleet. When I say the word, my followers will awaken, and welcome me back. Jordai will have nowhere to go but down into the ground.”

Aescun gulped and nodded, “Of course, my Khan. He will perish. Please stay.”

Malek sighed and remained seated. Taking out a scanner on his hand, he moved it over her body. Satisfied, he spoke, “So, who else did Jordai sent to make sure I’m dead.”

“Lieutenant Tei Rouges, my lord,” Aescun murmured while mesmerized by the face of her Khan.

“Ah,” Malek murmured and spoke, “Tei Rouges. He is one of the few with a true loyalty to me. As a follower, I have trained him well among others and he was my best student. I would trust my life to him as I would to you. You would be wise to heed his consul whenever it is needed. I felt the need to do so when I required help with my skirmishes against my enemies. Where is he now?”

Aescun growled lightly at the sound of his name and spat, “Scuppering this freighter of the necessary items we can salvage for the Perilous Blade before destroying the Dandermind. I do not like him, nor trust him, my Khan. Am I permitted to kill him?”

Heaving a heavy sigh, Malek shrugged, “If his uses expire, you may at your convenience. I would caution against this action as his mind still has its uses at the young age. I did recruit him as a boy when I destroyed his planet. Other than that, you have my permission to deal with him as such if he becomes an inconvenience to you.”

Satisfied, Aescun smiled coldly, “Thank you, my lord.”

Malek nodded and added curious, “Any survivors?”

“None, my lord,” Aescun beamed with pride.

He nodded and kissed her on the head responding, “Good. I have taught you well, Aescun. You will do well to lead the good lieutenant.”

Feeling stronger just by being in the presence of her Khan, Aescun sat up and hugged him close. Malek placed her upright on her seat and touched her collar. He smirked, “So, I didn’t know better I’d say my son did indeed collar the beast.”

With shame, Aescun turned away and snarled, “More weakness. He dampened my force powers and left me with a few abilities. I can still sense and leap. My trained combat skills as a Sith Juggernaut remains intact.”

Showing indifference to her apparent weakness, Malek solidified her confidence, “There now, you didn’t think Jordai would do this to you? I did train him all too well to tap into his hate and anger. This was bound to happen. However, I do have concerns of its effect toward your viability to produce an heir. Allow me to adjust your collar.”

Aescun tugged at her collar and grunted with discomfort, “Why? Can’t you just take it off?”

Taking the small tool, Malek touched the collar and opened a compartment. He tampered with the settings and adjusted the strength of the collar. With a shrug, the former warlord replied, “Why should I? Obviously, he intended it for you to be submissive. Besides, you at your prime. When you carry the child, you should not be using the full extend of your abilities. Instead, all of your abilities should be focused in protecting my legacy. The collar stays.”

Aescun lowered her head and exhaled softly. Malek looked at her with pity and touched her chin. Aescun faced him and opened her eyes. She purred softly, “As you say. Thank you, Malek.”

Behind them, several shards crackled underfoot. Turning around, the Mirialan Warlord snarled and sniffed, “You sure you got all the survivors?”

“Huh?” Aescun wondered. Feeling stronger, she closed her eyes and tapped into the energies. Shaking her head, she opened her eyes and murmured, “Other than you, me and the lieutenant, I detect no one else. However, there is a vacant spot onboard the vessel I did not detect before. This is strange.”

“Hmm,” Malek pondered and spoke, “If you are feeling stronger, investigate this. Remember what I said before. I need to disappear, so I will meet you. Somehow. Go. I don’t think we are alone. Deal with it.”

Aescun responded kissing his arm, “Of course, my Khan. One other thing. Jordai requires your head and expects me to deliver.”

Malek responded, “Do not worry. I have just the thing for you that will easily fool my son. No matter how angry or passionate he gets, he is easily manipulated. Go now and I will have something for him.”

Aescun nodded, “Of course. I will investigate this. Stay hidden, my Khan. I will see you soon.”

Turning away, Aescun exited through the broken window and looked to her side. Sniffing the air, she growled detecting a small scent that somehow escaped her senses. Growing angrier as the sedative quickly wore off, the beast snarled following the scent.

Malek watched her leave. Returning to his pod, he closed the door and locked it tightly. Pressing the small opening in the wall, he activated a display. Typing a few buttons, the pod immediately started scanning him. Placing himself in a prone position, he allowed the machine to record his body perfectly to the last atom.

A few moments later, a flashing light expanded from the pod for a few seconds as the whirring sound increased. Suddenly, the light vanished leaving behind a dead green-skinned Mirialan. Silence littered the room as the motionless, green eyed former Warlord stared lifeless at the top of the pod.

Meanwhile, Aescun walked along the corridor and around the corner. Within the flickering lights of the dead ship and the darkness, the beast stopped. Sensing movement within her aura sense, she growled raising her hand, “Stop!”

Something in the darkness moved like a cloaked form of a person. Aescun gripped her fist to grab this person, but it retreated before she could. Suddenly, she felt a rush of weakness overwhelming her. Clutching her stomach, she knelt on one knee and snarled. Baring her fangs with a growl, the huntress ran across the corridor to hunt down her prey. Smacking her hand against the wall, she turned into another corridor. Sniffing the air, the huntress smelled the seething fear of a humanoid girl. She reeked of it.

Baring her fangs into a snarl, Aescun walked down the last corridor and retraced her steps back to the airlock attached to her Khan’s personal ship. Turning the final corner, she stopped before a small, grey cloaked girl attempting to reach for the button to open the airlock.

Detecting someone behind her, the girl gasped out of fear and turned. Through her pale blue colored eyes, she saw the full form of the beast with glowing crimson eyes and froze petrified. The beast approached the frozen girl and pulled away the hood with her gauntlet. It revealed the girl’s unusual pale blue eye color, her white-gray complexion, her tribal tattooed white painted face and her long, silvery hair.

Aescun snarled baring her upper lips to expose her fang. Bringing up her other hand, she attempted to grab the girl’s neck. The door opened as the girl gasped. Startled by the sudden movement, she backed away from the open airlock and whimpered at the officer on the dock between the two ships.

Tei Rouges’ hand stayed on the button while his other hand covered his face. He stood before the airlock door while attempting to collect himself. Looking up, he froze. Seeing the girl first before the beast, he pointed and shouted, “Hey! Stop right there!”

The little girl whimpered and backed away. She turned to run but froze just about halfway while watching the huntress. Aescun gripped her fist and snarled. Feeling nothing, she blockaded her exit growled, “No escape, little girl. Where did you come from? Where are your family? Did I murder them?”

The girl whimpered. Turning around, she tried to find an escape. Tei blocked her and stepped forward, “Come on, little girl. You have no other way out. This ship is getting destroyed, so your best bet would be to get captured by us.”

She backed up and froze turning to face Aescun’s crimson eyed scowl. Aescun snarled curling her lips with distaste for the girl. Rising her gauntlet, she pointed one finger and growled, “Tei, take her and throw her in the force cage. I will deal with her later. Have you completed your objectives?”

“Yes,” Tei grunted while sneaking behind her. Covering her mouth, he grabbed her torso and lifted. The little girl squealed while fighting him. He shouted, “Got you! We are ready to leave, Huntress. I reported to the new Khan. He wanted confirmation on the old Khan’s death. Is he-ow! Dammit.”

Tei dropped the girl and nursed his bitten hand as Aescun neatly grabbed the scampering girl by the nape of her neck with her bare left hand. Lifting her effortlessly, Aescun eyed the screaming girl and glared. The little girl ceased her screaming and froze with a whimper staring at the beast’s glowing red eyes.

Tei walked up alongside his huntress and added, “Why didn’t you do your grip thing to stop the girl?”

Electing to ignore Tei’s comments, she spat, “Lieutenant, head to the bridge. Undock us and prepare to fire on the Dandermind. Obliterate the ship into scrap. We are done here.”

Tei stopped to salute her and rushed up the stairs to the cockpit while Aescun approached the force cage. Deactivating it, she tossed the girl into it and reactivated it. The girl whimpered with fear and huddled into the corner of her little prison. The huntress scowled at the girl. Growling lightly, she snarled with disgust and ignored her. Making her way up the stairs, she approached the cockpit just as Tei toggled the fire button and watched the Dandermind blow apart into pieces of scrap metal.

A small, dark silhouette separated from the ship and cloaked just in the nick of time as Tei turned away from the view screen. The invisible mirage of a small shuttle moved under the Blade and latched onto a small airlock. Facing his Huntress, Tei made his report, “The Dandermind has been destroyed, Huntress.”

“I see that,” Aescun snarled glaring at the lieutenant, “Next time, keep your obvious remark to yourself.”

Sensing her annoyance, Tei gulped and elected to remain silent lest his huntress decided to rip him a new one. Aescun growled, “Now, for the mission. You have the trail? My mission is to seek out Jaskqe Ruskt and kill him. A well-known smuggler from fringes of Nar Shaddaa, he betrayed several Hutt consortium before joining a growing rebellion in an insurrection against the Kaos Empire. He will not escape my grasp, again. Lieutenant, search for his last known coordinates.”

Excited to put his real talents at use, Tei pounded his chest and bowed his head once, “At once, Huntress. I shall let you know when I find it.”

“Do it, Lieutenant,” the beast growled. Ignoring him, she left the cockpit and walked down the steps to deal with their stowaway. Her heavy boots resounded against the metal stairs as the echo hit the walls of her little ship. Slowly, she made her way down.

Hitting the final step, the huntress turned and faced the force cage to her left. Against the wall in a small square invisible line, the little girl whimpered with fear and huddled on the ground. Staring at the huge muscular woman, the girl gasped and attempted to hide herself behind her long, silvery hair.

Aescun scowled at the girl. Approaching the cage, she raised her right gauntlet and tapped the invisible wall. It fizz-ed with red energy. Satisfied the cage is active, she crossed her arms placing her left hand atop her right metal armored armguard. Curling her lips and crinkling her beast like nose, she growled softly staring at the girl.

Tapping into the energies, the huntress attempted to read the girl. Sensing nothing within, she snarled with annoyance. The girl quaked with fear as her body started to shake. Aescun looked down and uncrossed her arm to touch her stomach. Closing her eyes, she pondered on what the best way to deal with her. Finally deciding on the correct approach, she opened her eyes to study the girl.

Aescun crouched down to her knees and spoke, “Hey there.”

Moving her hair aside, Aescun allowed it to flow down across her shoulder and touch the floor. Keeping her left hand on the floor, she raised her right gauntlet and lightly tapped the force cage getting her attention, “Don’t be afraid. Look at me.”

The girl whimpered. Brushing her hair aside, she looked at her and waited. Aescun touched her chest, “I am Aescun. What’s yours?” She touched the force cage as it offered a static electrical red energy.

The girl gulped but remained silent. Offering curiosity, she cocked her head and touched her chest. Aescun sighed and touched her chest with her left hand, “No. My name is Aescun. What is your name?”

The girl opened her mouth, but no words came out. Instead, she stared at Aescun with her pale blue eyes as if reading her. The beast grew annoyed and growled, “Stop that. Why can’t I read you? What is it about you that I can’t see? Do you know who I am?”

The girl shook her head. Aescun glowered her red glowing eyes and growled. Standing to her full height while placing her muscular arms in sequence to her sides and flexed with her hands in fists, she replied, “I am the Huntress. I hunt sensitives and kill them. Do you know who you are?”

Fear returned to the girl's face as the beast pointed toward her and gripped her gauntlet, “You are the reason I can’t read you. I must kill you because you are sensitive to the energies surrounding you. I don’t know why, but I will not question my objectives. Give me one reason not to kill you,” she inhaled and exhaled roaring, “Speak!”

The girl flinched and recoiled with fear. She whimpered and hid behind her overflowing hair. Aescun growled with anger and gripped her fist toward the girl. After a few moments, the beast hesitated. The comm chimed as Tei spoke, “Huntress. I found the path and activating the Hyperdrive generator.”

“Good,” Aescun snarled scowling at the quivering, huddled girl, “Put it into autopilot and come down here. Now, lieutenant.”

“Yes, huntress,” Tei obediently responded. The small patrol craft shuddered as it entered the white, flowing tunnel. Moments later as Aescun scowled at the girl, her lieutenant rushed down the steps to the bottom and saluted at the presence of her, “Huntress!”

“Lieutenant,” she snapped and gripped her right metal claw while directing the energies at him. Sensing no change, the beast snarled, “Lower the forcefield.”

Tei hesitated and replied, “Umm, are you sure.”

The beast growled with impatience and jerked her right gauntlet at him. Gripping her fist while tapping into her aura, she snarled, “Are you questioning me?”

Not wishing to be force choked, Tei jerked with fear and smashed the force cage deactivating it. The red energy disappeared. Satisfied, Aescun snarled focusing her attention at the girl, “Now, since you will not give me your name, I will have to give you one. You shall be called Rogue. You are nothing more than a miscreant, a troublemaker. My beast is hungry. I eat troublemakers as a snack.”

The girl looked at the beast with fear. She gulped and waited. Aescun stepped into the cage with a growl while raising her right gauntlet. The Rogue scampered from the cage and ran off into the bowels of the small patrol craft. Aescun turned to Tei with a snarl as Tei inquired, “Umm, do you? I mean, wha-.”

Aescun roared storming toward him and grabbed his throat with her left hand. Tei scrambled and yelled as he was hoisted up above ground, “Wait, mercy! You can’t kill me! The Khan won’t allow it!”

“I,” Aescun snarled with anger, “Don’t care! The Khan, I can handle just fine. You are useless to me, lieutenant. For one, I specifically asked you to search every little hole onboard the ship. Tell me, what is that!?!” she growled pointing at the direction Rogue ran off.

Being strangled and choked while dangled over the ground, Tei coughed, “I-I don’t understand. I-I mean, I searched, gah!” He yelled feeling his larynx being crushed by his Huntress.

Curling her lips and baring her fangs, she spat with hatred for her lieutenant, “Do not ever test my patience, Lieutenant. You had one job. One! I will kill you, if you fail me! The Khan can kiss the backside of the fattest Hutt he sees.” She pointed a single metal tipped claw finger upward. In the beast’s mind, she turned her nose in disgust at the mental image of Jordai kissing a large slug-like alien.

Letting go of her grip, she allowed him to fall to his knees. Growling softly, the beast controlled her anger by placing her arms behind her back and responding, “Now, I will give you one more chance to redeem yourself. Find her. Bring her to me. This is a small ship, so this should be an easy assignment for you. If I am in a good mood later when you find her at a certain amount of time, I might even promote you.”

Aescun swallowed hard while staring at her kneeling subject. The beast loved control. However, her powers seem to have been nullified. Disgusted by her weakness, she used her muscular intimidation to control her subject. Tei kept his silence allowing her to give him his order, “Now, Lieutenant, find her! I will be in the cockpit. Do not come to me until you have found her! I will kill you if you come back empty handed! Dismissed!”

Tei attempted to speak but gripped his throat. It was red as his response came out hoarse, “Huun-tress.”

Averting his eyes, he ran off in the direction of the Rogue. Aescun smirked. Powers or not, the beast still had her mojo. Pleased with herself, she walked up the stairs and headed toward the cockpit. Watching the whiteness of the tunnel bridge, the beast sat down on the pilot’s seat and let herself doze off through meditation. Tapping in the force, she searched the reason for her sudden weakness.

Meanwhile in the below decks of the Crimson Blade, Rogue disappeared into the corridor toward the engine room. Looking behind her, she waited for movement. Sensing none, girl grinned and refocused her attention in that dark spot next to the active drive generator. Touching the generator, she moved her hand forward to touch the darkness. Suddenly, her body merged with the darkness as she entered through the small space by compressing her body to fit inside while barely feeling the heat from the drive.

Crouching forward, she opened a small hatch and entered the small door. Screams from a certain male sounded from behind her as she gasped looking around. Fearing for her life, she recovered the small hatched and backed into the small area. Sitting there, she waited patiently. Closing her eyes, she touched the mysterious energies that surrounded her and searched.

Sensing a small access-way to her right, the girl turned toward the wall. Tapping a small niche, a small handhold appeared. Grabbing it, she grunted and pulled at it. The wall automatically opened allowing her small body to go through. Crawling across the access-way in the darkness, Rogue used her sharp ultraviolet eyes to see where she was going without a light.

Across from her on the other side of the room, the lieutenant searched every nook and cranny for the little girl. Rubbing his sore throat, he feared failure with the realization that he does not want to be eaten by a wrathful beast known as Aescun Shi’ion. The small Rogue blinked her brightly colored eyes in the darkness while watching Tei scramble around searching every nook and cranny. She flash backed to several weeks ago to when she first came onboard the Dandermind.


A small, thirteen-year-old girl of five feet and three inches tall wandered among the toxic wastes of Nal Hutta. She was on the caramelized colored world of the moon the fleet of Paerilous Khan orbited. The stench of carbonized metallic burnt the air from the swamps as the bitter taste of it passed the girl’s mouth. The area was littered with broken vehicles and murky orange-brown water.

Natural white hair reached below her left shoulder and folded across touching her breast. She had on dark lavender lipstick and eye shadow that radiated on her pale skin tone. On her face was the white painted face mask with the tribal tattoo of the Sarkhai. Dark violet color painted her nails. Ring jewelry was placed into her fingers that she snitched, or pick pocketed from people she slipped past. Around her neck was a pendant. It was a memento from her mother as a gift.

Her bright pale blue eyes observed the junk pile around her. She lighted up with an eager smile. With pieces of stray technology littered across the dirty ground before her, she found herself pulling them apart and studying them before putting them back together.

Silently, she prowled among the junk heaps and heard something from a distance. Walking closer, she crept forward watching a Twi’Lekk and a blue skinned Pantoran loading their freighter. They were being directed by the four-armed Besalisk who identified himself as the Captain.

Stuck on the world far too long, the girl saw her exit from the technological wasteland. Observing from behind a box, she noticed a small opening from the side of the freighter that was left open.

Quickly as the crew had their back on her, she moved forward with speed and agility escaping into the Dandermind without a sound or sudden movement from the other crew. They worked with their captain as he ordered them around in his usual cheerful and supporting manner.

The little girl quickly crawled the underbelly of the ship along the lower deck. She went close to the engineering section and removed a panel. Quickly, she manipulated the inside of the compartment pulling handles and pushing buttons with her nimble hands. Disabling the sensors, she made it hard for them to get it working again. Seated, she opened her mental barriers and cloaked herself.

As she retreated to the shadows of the Dandermind and putting the psychic tap on the weak-minded crew, the small pale girl successfully infiltrated and made her home inside a small unused dark cargo space they conveniently forgot all about. Inside that small dark space was a makeshift hammock hanging from the corner of the sides of the room along with some boxes with foodstuffs she hoarded from the crew. Requiring no light, her ultraviolet ability allowed her to see easily in the dark. Her eyes adjusted well to the darkness. She never liked bright lights. It always hurt her pale blue pupils.

For the next several weeks undetected in the Dandermind, she observed the crew in their trading, and hanging around spaceports on their free time. They occasionally docked with the refinery vessel of the Kaon fleet. Whenever the crew spent their free time docked, she briefly wandered among the port before sneaking back onboard so they don’t leave her behind.

It wasn’t until that day she rested on her hammock the ship violently shuddered as if under attack. She went to the floor and reached out with her mind. In her mind, she detected a powerful ship. Inside that powerful ship stood a strong dark force presence that frightened her. Fearing she will be killed if this darkness detected her, the little girl made sure her mental barrier was high and strong. Then she waited patiently inside her small dark cargo space.

Peeking out from a hidden dark crawlway, she fearfully gasped. The little girl observed a red eyed dark beast with horns standing before the Captain. She had killed him and moved on. The little girl watched from the darkness and witnessed this cloaked huntress slaughter the crew. Moving silently, she hid from sight as the male lieutenant crossed her path as commanded by the woman.

The door into the medical section opened as the woman entered. The little girl exited her hiding spot and crouched while sneaking toward the window. A few moments later, the window shattered as the broken droid smashed through. Hiccupping out of fear, she covered her mouth and waited. Carefully avoiding the shards on the floor, the girl peeked through the hole in the wall. There, she observed a large, muscular green-skinned male with overflowing tattoos tend to the woman.

While keeping out of sight, the girl watched the man take care of the woman. They talked back and forth. The woman seemed calm. Backing up, she felt a window shard beneath her soles that it crackled. She froze as they stopped talking to see what was happening.

Fearing being discovered, the girl retreated along the dark, ruined corridor. Feeling the woman behind her following, she whimpered with fear not wanting to be caught and then killed. Stopping before the airlock, the girl gasped as the man exited out of the airlock palming his face. The man froze. Pointing at the girl, he shouted, “Hey! Stop right there!”

The girl whimpered softly and backed slowly. Reaching out of fear, she turned to run but froze just about halfway as the huntress stopped her in her tracks. Aescun gripped her fist and snarled.

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Changed Magenta eye color to Pale Blue and Tunnel drive to Hyperdrive.
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Chapter Seven

' Execution '

In the wake of the ruined debris of the Dandermind, the fleet of Paerilous Khan arrived. With the refinery ship surrounded by three other ships in a tight formation, the lone vessel of the leading Flagship pushed forward through the debris as the shredded metal hit the hull. A single torpedo pod floated from the debris. It suddenly ceased spinning as if caught by an invisible force and slowly moved toward the opening bay of the Crimson Daeger.

Inside the ship on the bridge, one non-human and two near human forms knelt with their hands behind their backs. They were half naked with their bodies exposed. One of the two well-built, average rogues was a heavy-set male with four arms. He bore a close similarity to a Besalisk, but appeared to be a smaller subspecies version. He wore the marks of being the captain of the refinery vessel. Their heads were lowered while averting the glare of their new Paerilous Khan.

All on the bridge stood on their feet. One of them spoke bashing their chest, “My Khan! The pod has been successfully detected and drawn toward the bay.”

Colonel Ashaka Teyno snarled looking at his direction, “Did any of the scans detect anyone inside?”

The Khan stood in solid form side by side with his Colonel and waited patiently. He wore his uniform that covered his thick legs but left most of his upper torso bare. His second underwent a uniform change into the colors of a Colonel that left her arms bare and exposed. Her uniform covered her lower torso and her bosom leaving her midriff exposed. Her thick abs matched her Khan. Her thick, braided hair was tied into a long ponytail and draped over her broad traps. The tail extended and hung below her waist.

The officer responded, “No, Colonel. It was well shielded.”

Ashaka growled and spat, “Erect a forcefield around it and put a twenty-four-hour armored guard around the clock. We will deal with it later,” she turned to Jordai and smirked, “Won’t we, my Khan?”

Jordai cleared his throat and spoke ignoring her comment, “Captain Jaliek. You and your cohorts stand accused of conspiring against your Khan. What say you?”

The heavy-set near- human pleaded while placing his bounded hands forth, “Please, my Khan. I am loy-“

Not liking the tone Jaliek set, Asaka growled placing her hand behind her back. Gripping the handle of one of her swords she wore behind her back, she twisted it to unlock the mechanism and moved a pace forward. The handle of her second sword pointed toward the floor. However, she set her mind on one.

Anticipating her move, Jordai quickly placed his hand across to hold her back to let him finish. The captain resumed, “al to you. I apologize for the unfortunate incident onboard my vessel.”

Your vessel?” The Khan snarled angrily flaring his nostrils and corrected him, “My vessel!

“Ah,” the captain stammered apologetically while waving his four arms, “Apologies, my liege. Your vessel. I was attempting to hail the Crimson Daeger when me own crew revolted and took me hostage.”

Asaka growled. Letting go of the handle, she brushed his hand aside and spat walking forward, “Stupid fool. Your bridge crew was ordered by me to take over. You were the only impure alien on the bridge. Meanwhile, your chief engineer,” she snarled eyeing the male non-human behind the captain.

The chief engineer of the refinery ship looked at her face and scowled with hatred. Curling his lips, he exposed his long tusk. Ashaka brought her arms downwards and clenched her fists while tensing up her body. Placing her arms behind her back, she walked toward him slowly and spoke with hatred, “Muk disabled the ship from the inside and ordered the non-humans to take over. Defending the old Khan, they rebelled and attempted to leave the ship along with that colony ship. Do you know who was onboard that vessel? Huh? Do you know, captain?”

The captain gasped closing his eyes and whimpered. The Colonel smirked, “Muk’s family. All his people were on that vessel. The remainder of his clan. Most of the impure. Some Eir were sacrificed for the good of the whole. Their deaths are on your head, Muk. I fired upon that vessel because it failed to answer my hails. That sent the correct message and caused a revolt on that refinery vessel. I was by my rights to seize her and kill the impure leaving behind the pure. As Eir, we are stronger by the pure human blood and you, Muk.” Ashaka spat with pure hatred for the alien engineer.

The Khan watched with a stoic expression as his Colonel walked around the kneeling group. He curled his lips with distaste for the captain and smirked watching her approach the alien. Ashaka bent down and grabbed Muk by the throat with one hand. She growled lifting his heavy weight of the large hound like alien and spat finishing her sentence, “Stand before the Khan as the last Meisaka in the universe and one of the many impure to fall. The Khan tolerates no one of the impure bloodline. The Eir stands strong!”

The last tusked Meisaka growled grabbing her wrist while standing to his feet. His claws dug into her wrist. He barked in his alien tongue, “You will regret the day you killed my clan!”

Barely feeling the pain, Ashaka contorted her expression into hate and spat, “What was that? Did you say something?” Wrapping her other arm across his neck, she flexed her dense muscles and increased her power. Her other hand gripped his crown and pressed against his skull. Muk scrambled for breath and clawed her thick, trunk like arms. However, her arm muscles were too dense for his sharp claws to cut through. Slowly, he grew weaker as his breath lessened.

Ashaka scowled at her Khan and smiled with coldness while seeking approval from her lord. Jordai caught her eyes and nodded once. The Colonel smirked as she crushed the skull with her upper arm strength while crushing his larynx with her arm. Adjusting her stance, she used her muscle power and twisted his neck sharply snapping the Meisaka’s neck. Letting him drop, she brought her arms downwards and breathed heavily.

Facing her Khan from the aft part of the ship, blood trickled from her left arm. Meanwhile, the captain wept with fear and bowed his body in front of the Khan. Ashaka gripped her firsts and scowled with disgust at the captain while listening to his pleas, “Please! I never meant for this to happen! I am loyal to you! Kill all the impure, I say!”

Before the Khan could speak, the Colonel spat hatefully, “Why would you say that, Captain, when you yourself is one of them. Even though you married a human woman in the interest of interbreeding, you are a full Kayao. With four fuox-ing arms. Similar to a Besalisk but weaker.” To the end, she swore through her teeth.

The captain whimpered, “No, no, no, not fully Kayao! I’m a third human on my father’s side!”

“Only by a third, and even that is not enough. Filthy cretin, you don’t deserve to live,” Asaka smirked. Stepping forward, she placed her hand on the top of the handle of her first blade. The other non-human, a blue-skinned Pantoran, jerked by separating his fists. Breaking his bonds, he stood in the defense of his captain and placed his hand inside his hidden pocket.

Pulling out a dagger, he struck at the Colonel. Ashaka barely had time to duck only to be slashed once across her cheek. She snarled and ducked his quick slashes of the weapon while the Captain whimpered with fear and laid across the floor with all four arms in the attempt to appease his Khan. The Khan watched the fight with amusement allowing his second to deal with the matter as she saw fit.

Ashaka growled ducking the blade strikes and raised her wristband to block him several times. The impure alien struck with quick agility like speeds that even the overly muscular woman barely had time to duck. After a quick slash against her arm, she brought her arms together and ducked low as he struck overhead. He twisted his blade to aim for her hair. However, she raised her arm to block the dagger strike and received another huge gash across her wrist sacrificing it to keep her tail intact.

As the only huge target on deck, the Colonel received several quick slashes against her flank and arm. With an exhaled roar, she grabbed his wrist. Quickly, she bashed her head against the Pantoran stunning him. Gripping the alien’s front wrist, her cheek muscle involuntarily twitched when she curled her lips with a growling hate for him.

The Pantoran whimpered with pain and squealed when she snapped his wrist in half backwards. He lost his dagger just as Ashaka grabbed the handle of the dagger swiftly. Barely feeling the pain, she twisted the blade handle. Pointing the blade upward, she jabbed it through his jaw. He gurgled and grabbed the handle of his dagger just as she touched the bottom handle of her own weapon.

Unlocking the mechanism, she pulled out her long, thin blade. Holding the dagger and attempting to remove it, the alien froze and whimpered while watching the obvious cut on her jawline. Near the bottom of her violet eye, he barely scratched her. However, a gaping deep wound cut her thick jowl leaving behind a deep gash with the blood seeping downwards and dripping from the bottom of her jaw.

Seething with anger coursing through her visible veins, Ashaka curled her lips with distaste. Without a word, she slashed upward with the blade cutting his arm in half. The alien squealed with pain as she brought the blade to bear placing it on the alien’s side. Cutting it across horizontally, she used speed as her strength to cleave him in two by the waist.

Dropping the hand, she grabbed the handle with two hands and brought it over his shoulder. Without hesitation, she struck in a diagonal motion with strength and speed combined while leaving no blood stain on her sword. It took a few seconds for the alien to stay together before it became top heavy and collapsed onto the floor in pieces. Keeping her sword downward with both hands on the handle, she matched her furious eyes at the Khan.

Aside from her bleeding clawed wrist and arms, blood trickled free from the cut on her thick jawline. It trickled down and nestled into her mouth. Ashaka tasted the blood and snarled. Gathering spit, she spat to her side before placing the bloodless sword back into its sheathe. Pumping her arms, she flexed downwards as her traps bulged in size. Increasing her strength, her blood boiled as she roared. A blood vessel on her neck vein burst as the blood trickled down.

The captain’s whimpering caught her eye. Increasing her growl, the Colonel grabbed her top sword with her right hand and pulled it out. Twirling and slashing it around the air, she growled and placed the blunt side across her other arm. Testing the weight and measuring the size of the blade while pulling it across her arm, her blade nicked the muscle before she let it rest between her shoulder blade. Barely feeling the pain of a thousand cuts on her body as her constant adrenaline surged, the strong woman scowled at the flailing four armed Kayao and spoke, “Now, where was I? Ah yes.”

Stopping before the back of the heavyset Kayao, Ashaka allowed her blade rest on her trapezoid muscle and watched her Khan. Jordai crossed his arms and made a few steps forward before speaking, “Now, Captain Jailek, your cohorts had been dealt with swiftly. Your revolt had been put down. The old Khan is dead. Humanity has risen to a new league within the hierarchy as the Eir becomes the supreme race. You have no chance, captain, so stop your whimpering and accept your fate.”

“Please,” Jailek gasped as his lips quivered, “Please! I don’t want to die! I fear death itself. Please let me join you and serve you! You-,”

Jordai looked up at Ashaka’s eyes and nodded. Ashaka cruelly smirked. Flexing her other arm, she brought over her sword down. Without hesitation, she growled stabbing him through his back, “Shut up and stand before your Khan, filth!”

The horrified Jailek screamed with pain as the blade pierced his skin and cut his bone. With no choice but to stand with the sword in his back hoisting him upward, he flailed his four arms and grabbed his chest. Ashaka used her singular upper arm strength to hold him up while placing her other hand on his head. Satisfied that he was on his feet, she pulled her blade out and spat, “Any last words?”

Jailek’s screams ceased as he growled to hide his pain. His blue eyelid changed color to black when he snarled, “Just you wait, Eir. When the time comes, you will rue the day you crossed Seshryu’s path.”

Confused, Jordai shook his head and motioned his Colonel. Ashaka placed her sword downward as the blood dripped off the tip. Without hesitation, she swiftly slashed the blade horizontally lopping his head off. The body of the four-armed Kayao fell to his knees and sprawled across the deck before the Khan.

Holding the blade to her right side with the flat side horizontal, she moved her arms downward slightly while crouching in a stance and growled at her Khan while curling her lips with anger. Khan met her stare and nodded with amusement. Approaching her, he touched the side of her face and mused, “Excellent work, Colonel. You are most deserving of rank.”

Looking at the deep gash on her face, Jordai moved close and licked the blood off. Ashaka snarled moving her head back, “Ugh.”

Jordai caught her eye and smirked. Spitting the blood to his side, he spoke casually, “Get your wounds checked out. Leave the cut on your cheek as a scar. Consider that a lesson as no one is perfect in any form. While I have no need for scars on my body, you shall have a few just like my beast does.”

Quickly, he grabbed her throat and spat, “It reminds you of your humility. Now bow to your Khan,” Jordai roared at her face.

Ashaka closed her mouth and tongued her own cheek to gather spit. Tasting blood from her deep cheek wound, she swallowed, flared her nostrils and growled while kneeling on the floor. Bowing her head, she stared at his feet as he grabbed her sword. Taking it, he walked over to the dead captain to wipe the blade clean of blood on the alien’s pants. Testing the blade’s weight, he walked around his Colonel.

Wincing as pain shot across her well-built veiny torso, Ashaka Teyno knelt on the floor with her legs crossed behind her. Her arms were placed to her sides as her muscles expanded to show her tense body. Her breathing became heavier with each slow breath to control her anger and hate. The Khan studied her while noting her thick, braided ponytail reaching the ground. Long and sprawled on the floor, her bloodstained thick dirty blonde hair covered her weapons.

Holding the blade across him, Jordai approached and tapped the back of her head with his point. He spoke, “I crafted you. Honed you. Molded you as my exact opposite but the same in strength, agility and size. Make no mistake, Colonel. You are my weapon. My wrath. I will utilize you to my full ability. I built you from ground up, I will strike you down. There is nothing you can do. Do you know why?”

Ashaka curled her lips and growled, “Yes. I know my origins. I will die for you.”

Jordai nodded and snarled while moving the blade tip down across her blonde hair toward the weapon case, “Exactly. You make one more mistake, Colonel, and it will be your last. I promise you.”

Cutting the blade against the wind once to test his own speed strength, he found the hole in the sheathe behind her back and placed the blade swiftly down. Locking it in place, he placed his arms behind his back and spat, “Get your wounds checked out and I will meet you halfway. You dare not miss the ceremony we are having in the Hangar bay. Now go!”

Without hesitation, Ashaka growled turning on her heels and stormed toward the elevator. Jordai approached the podium. Pressing his hand on the console, he activated the viewscreen and spoke, “Do you have the coordinates of the Perilous Blade?”

One of the officers pounded his chest and bowed, “Yes, my liege.”

Turning to the officer, Jordai snarled with annoyance, “What are you waiting for, then? Pursue her!”

He pounded his chest and nodded. Bringing the drive active, the officer alerted the fleet before sharing the coordinates. Once he had done that, the fleet of Paerilous Khan exited into the white tunnel leaving behind the ruins of the Dandermind. Satisfied, Jordai turned and growled eyeing the three dead subjects, “And someone clean the mess. Do not contact me until you have the Blade in your sights!”

With that, the Khan’s boots mashed against the deck. The sound reverberated among the bridge as he made his way into the elevator. Turning to face the door, it closed and sent him toward the medical deck.


A few moments later as the elevator waited on the medical deck, the door opened. Jordai looked to see his second scowling at him. His eyes widened seeing her form. It was barely visible, but her muscles appeared bigger. Keeping her arms behind her, Ashaka curled her lips and growled. Breathing heavily, she fought to control her passion. Eyeing her Khan, she entered the elevator as the door closed. Smashing the button, the elevator halted in its movement.

Khan watched her. Offering one hand, he motioned her forward and smirked while noting the bandage on her thick jowl. Ashaka copied his smirk and spoke, “I just injected myself with a shot of a stimpack. I needed more to numb the pain.” Veins throbbed on her bare midriff, thick arms and her neck.

Walking forward, she grabbed his hand. Interlacing her fingers between his own, the woman placed her other hand across her hair to bring the long tail over her shoulder. Jordai gripped her hand and looked at her face. Touching her bandaged cheek, he growled lightly. Ashaka moved her face out of his grasp. Coming close, she moved into his space and kissed his cheek before whispering into his ear, “I liked it when you punished me for one small mistake. It showed dominance and made me appear your subordinate, as it should be. I have one question. What was my mistake?”

Jordai nodded and kissed her lips. He growled, “It should have been obvious. You let your guard down. I meant what I said before, my Wrath. The scar will be a reminder as I trust you will not make the mistake again. You are my mate for life, beyond and forever until death.”

Ashaka responded, “Of course, Jordai. I will not make that mistake. After we deal with the pod, I wish to be alone with you. I am full of adrenaline I need to let it out,” she kissed him and bit his lips. Pulling at it, she growled seductively, “I need you, my Eye of Wrath.”

She placed her hands on his arms and pulled him close as he embraced her placing his hands around her waist. The Khan spoke, “Of course, Ashaka. Later.”

Kissing him, Ashaka growled whispering to him as the lift moved, “One other thing, Jordai. I am surprised you spared my hair.” Moving her hands up, she gripped his neck and pressed him against the wall of the elevator.

Without even trying, the Colonel had forced him against the wall of the lift. Jordai gripped her leg and lifted it against his hip while placing his hand on the nape of her neck. Massaging the back of her neck, he stroked her blonde hair and replied, “I know how much you valued your hair. For nearly twenty-five years you grew it without cutting it. As part of the custom of your own people on the world you came from, the longer the hair meant you have been undefeated in combat whilst being defeated meant your opponent would be forced to shave their hair off. This is why your hair is thick and strong. Durable and unbreakable just like your will to survive.”

Ashaka smirked and growled increasing her grip on his throat. Releasing one hand, she pushed her body close to him tightly and rammed her fist against the wall. Jordai moaned and banged the back of his head against the wall while gripping her leg. While feeling his throat constricted by her gripping power, he pushed against her chest with his other hand.

“Good, because the code of the Eir is strict. Being defeated in combat and forced to shave your hair is to be ashamed of yourself. Over the years I’ve hand my hair cut because I lost. Over time, I learned and used my hate of being ashamed to my strength. With that, it fueled my desire to be strong. No one bests me in combat and lives!” The Eir female warrior spat.

Ashaka growled gripping his larynx and snarled while noting the top of his shaved head. Leaving behind the dent her fist made, she stroked his head and kissed his forehead. The woman snarled, “Not even you, my Eye of Wrath. The challenge is the same. Best me in combat and I will shave my head. You never could, my sweet,” she whispered softly and slowly into his ear, “You will. Always. Fail.”

She breathed softly and bit his earlobe. Growling seductively, the Eir female tugged at it. Ignoring her crude remark, the Khan pulled her head forward and embraced her with another kiss. The lift moved toward its destination as it slowed its descent.


When the lift arrived at their destination, the doors opened to reveal both the Khan and his Colonel standing in attention. The colonel looked clean with a fresh change of uniform and her braided head tail draped across her torso. Her deep gash was bandaged. The large, heavyset Vanguards stood to attention as they stepped out of the elevator clear headed. Ashaka followed her Khan to the center of the bay where the pod was erected in a forcefield and protected by round the clock surveillance by the smaller armored guard.

The Khan waited as his Colonel stepped forward. Shooting her armored guards a glare, she placed her arms behind her back. Feeling a surge of adrenaline, she shouted, “Sentinels! At attention!”

The guards in sequence stomped their boots and stood to attention while holding their force pikes. The Sentinels were of a single variety of one gender, the female Eir. They were Ashaka’s people selected purely by their genetics to be strong and to become a part of her armored guards. Of course, they were all average strength. None even reached close to Ashaka’s muscular strength. The male Eir on the other hand were the Vanguards she chose specifically for the new Khan, Jordai.

Looking at each one of them, Ashaka growled and shouted, “Who are you?”

“Sentinels,” they cried while banging their weapons.

Stepping up on the first step, she snapped her face to her right and shouted while tensing her large body and gripping her fists, “Who is your leader?”

“Paerilous Khan,” they shouted while stomping the ground.

Taking another step upward the podium, Ashaka pumped her arms and shouted while looking the other direction, “Who is he?”

“The Eye of Wrath,” they cried again.

Satisfied, the leader of the Eir Sentinels finished her ascent and placed her arms behind her back. Making her rounds among her Sentinels, she shouted with enforcement, “Just like I am the weapon, I am nothing without my sharp blades. Being the first Eir of both Sentinel and Vanguard, I have honed the female Sentinels and the male Vanguards. Over the years, I have thrust them in constant combat against one another. Genetically, we Eir are superior and the strongest of the Human clans. There are none other in this galaxy that are stronger except the Khan. Who are you?”

“Sentinels,” They shouted as she walked around the group.

Jordai waited at the bottom of the podium patiently. Even though he became the new Khan, the same regulations stay as they stick to a strict routine. It was the only way for them to stay in line. He listened to her shout, “Who is your leader?”

“Paerilous Khan!”

Ashaka stopped in her walk. Pausing for a second, she inclined her head toward one of her Sentinels with a snarl. Glaring at the smaller Eir Sentinel, she shifted her attention and approached. Sniffing, she flared her nostrils and shouted, “You! At Stance! Who are you?”

“Sentinel Three Seven,” the woman shouted.

Ashaka growled stepping forward and shouted, “Who am I?” She inclined her ear toward the sentinel.

The woman in front of her shouted weakly, “Ma-Colonel Asha Tey, ah, Zero, ma’am!”

The colonel caught the slip of her tongue and snarled, “What was that you just called me? It sounded like a cold. Zero! Repeat it!”

The small, well-built woman gulped as her leader stepped into her space and shouted at her face. She spoke, “Zero!”

Unsatisfied, Ashaka grabbed the helmet obscuring her face. Removing, she gasped seeing the woman’s shaved head. Flaring her nostrils, she sniffed it and spat, “What is this? The cut is fresh. You don’t deserve to be here, Sentinel! When our first Khan genetically created the Eir from the Human race, I was selected among the strong because I was the strongest to lead his new army. I pride myself to be the first Generation, for I am the mother of both Sentinels and Vanguard. You have no pride! Therefore, You!”

Pumping her arms downward, she roared, “Do not belong!” Raising her thick legs, Zero thrust kicked her Sentinel on the chest. The woman flew backwards out of the podium, flew through the air with force and flipped her body up just barely before sliding across the floor with her hand forward guiding her motion. The harsh force caused her gauntlet hand to spark against the metal floor. In the process, she lost her weapon as her force pike clattered a few meters away from her. Looking up, she glared at her leader.

Ashaka caught her glare and grabbed her top sword. She roared pulling it out and stepped several times backwards before running forward before leaping from the podium. Three Seven looked and scrambled backwards as her leader landed on her feet while pounding the deck with her boots. The floor vibrated with force. Squatting down with her blade horizontal to her right, Ashaka slowly rose to stand straight. Compared to her opponent, Three Seven appeared to be an athletic teenager with a lean form.

“Grab your weapon, Three Seven,” she snarled at the smaller Sentinel.

The lone Sentinel locked her eyes with her leader and gulped. Gathering her strength, she crouched forward while palming the ground. Making a few steps toward her weapon, she halted as Ashaka slammed her blade in front of her. With a few twirls of her blade, Ashaka cut the air at her sentinel as she stepped several paces to her left to avoid the spinning motion of the blade.

Ducking backwards, the Sentinel neatly missed the blade. She flipped backwards as Ashaka roared while attacking furiously with her blade to test her. Hitting the ground with her blade, she made grooves while her Sentinel flipped upside down while palming the ground with her open hand. Ashaka slashed horizontally in the air at her arm.

The Sentinel anticipated her blade movement and pushed herself off the ground in one fluid motion as the blade missed her finger by the skin of her nails. Watching her flip backwards into a roll, Ashaka made no hesitation and crouched before bounding with her legs. Bringing her weapon to bear, she yelled slashing down just as the Sentinel finished her roll. Sitting down with her legs crossed, she faced the opposite direction with her arm forward. Grabbing the pike, she lifted it and blocked her attack.

Pulling their weapons back, the Sentinel wasted no time and flipped her legs around before placing her hand against the ground. Hoisting herself up with the pike upward against the ground, she yelled with her raw strength and agility to block Ashaka’s heavy blade strikes with one arm against the ground while holding herself up. Scowling at her leader, she met her violet glare with her own fuchsia colored eyes. Gripping her pike downward with the point forward, the lone Sentinel went into a fighting stance as her leader did the same by crouching with both her hands on the handle with the blade tip down toward the ground in the opposite direction of the force pike.

Three Seven breathed heavily scowling with anger at her leader and roared thrusting herself forward as Ashaka met her advance with her own blade. They resumed their sparring. Meanwhile, the Khan had finished his ascent up the podium. Ignoring the sound of battle, he proceeded with his own mission. Looking around at the mess of his circle as some the Sentinels were distracted by the fight, he opened his mouth with a growl. He shouted, “Sentinels! At attention!”

Hearing their Khan speak, the Sentinels stomped into attention and awaited his order while keeping their attention forward while averting their eyes lest they get punished for looking upon their Khan. Satisfied, the Khan placed his arms behind his back and approached the single pod protected by the forcefield. With the sparring in the background barely audible, he listened to the voice in his head.

' So, you have finally reached this apex moment. Are you ready, my liege? '

Keeping silent, Jordai scowled at the door of the torpedo pod. Looking at the console, he pressed one button to lower the forcefield. Returning his arm behind his back, he walked around the console and toward the pod. Touching the casing with one hand, he grunted with the attempt to pry it off. Using both arms, he growled silently and pushed. Increasing his strength, he grunted while shoving the casing off.

It slipped off and clattered onto the ground. Looking inside, he noted one prone tattooed green skinned alien. Touching his body, Jordai felt around for life. The person in the pod remained unmoving.

' Satisfied? '

Jordai grunted with a flinch of his head and murmured to himself, “Somewhat. The body is perfect. Nearly perfect to the last atom. Identical. It can easily fool an untrained eye if he isn’t careful. Such a prime specimen. It’s a shame.”

Jordai palmed his father’s body and snarled lightly out of disgust. In the same time, he was impressed. The voice spoke.

' This isn’t him? '

The Khan smirked and mumbled quietly, “Oh it is him. Down to the uneven nail on his toe. Impressive work, I’d say, for a clone. If I were my father, which I am not, but if I were. I’d fake my own death and go into hiding in order to go about my evil plans.”

Cocking his head with a scowl at the face of his father, he growled and spoke softly, “Well, guess what? I will hunt you to the ends of the galaxy. I will kill you. Face to face. Solo combat, I will fight you. I will rip you to pieces. I will slaughter you and scatter your pieces across the galaxy. I promise you this.”

' Well said, ' the voice murmured.

Clearing his throat, the Khan collected himself before turning to face his squad with the announcement, “It is confirmed! My father is dead!”

Pointing his finger down, he clenched his other fist and shouted, “Who am I?”

“Paerilous Khan,” the Sentinels shouted.

Clenching his fist, he repeated with a shout, “What am I?”

“The Eye of Wrath!” they shouted for one final time.

Satisfied, he walked forward toward the clanging sound of his second sparring with another. The Sentinels parted allowing him to pass and turned to face the combatants. Jordai saw Ashaka had the upper hand. He mused as the voice spoke.

' Bet’s on the winner? I say Three Seven, my liege. '

Edited by greenhor
Adjusted the first paragraph. There are one non human and two near human. One of them with four arms is the subspecie of a Besalisk but close enough to resemble a human with four arms called a Kayao
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Chapter Eight:

' Sensitive '

Onboard the small patrol craft flying in lightspeed, Aescun’s eyes were closed. Deep in meditation, her console beeped several times. Groaning, she rubbed her forehead and tapped the comm. Seeing that it was encrypt with a singular message that she could recognize, she turned around to see if Tei was nearby. Sensing he still was occupied with the girl, she returned and pressed the comm.

Speaking in a hushed tone, the Huntress inquired, “Who is this?”

A crackling voice came online when the male tone spoke, “Aescun. It’s me. Can’t talk long or state my name. You understand?”

Aescun sighed and nodded, “I understand. I recognized the code anywhere.” Coming close to the comm, she whispered, “Malek.”

The male responded, “Yes. I detached myself from the Dandermind just right before you blew it up. I have attached my cloaked ship in the underbelly of your ship. Hidden of course. My ship has no warp technology. I believe, the direction we are going, we will reach a place where I will successfully disappear. Just don’t forget,”

“My mission. I won’t. Umm, one thing,” Aescun murmured.

“What is it?” Malek inquired.

Craning her head, Aescun made a noise of being slight disgusted and spoke, “You gave me back some of my abilities when you adjusted the setting of my collar, but I felt more weaker than usual."

“Ah,” the disguised male sighed and replied, “Yes. You were poisoned, remember? I healed you, but it is possible that your abilities are temporarily gone until the poison is completely out of your system. Try meditation. You will get them back. Slowly. I promise. Over time, you will be able to resist the collar thus becoming immune to its dampening effects. I simply adjusted it so you can adapt quickly.”

Aescun sighed and nodded, “Alright.”

“Well, I should go,” Malek spoke but the beast interrupted, “Wait, don’t go yet. Please. Talk to me. Even for a bit. Just, I need someone to talk to. I am lonely.”

The disguised tone was littered with a dose of humor when he spoke, “Ah, okay. Not too long. Can’t talk too long even on an encrypted channel. You’ll never know who’s listening. Did you find the one hidden from your sight?”

Aescun nodded and whispered, “Yeah. She’s a sensitive to the energies and well defended against my abilities. I couldn’t read or even touch her with the force.”

“Hmm. That’s not good,” Malek pondered a few seconds before responding, “Well, you know what you must do, Aescun. You hunt sensitives and kill them. You have no choice.”

Aescun sighed, “I know, but she is just a child and I know what I have to do. It’s just,”

“No excuses,” Malek interrupted with a growl, “Kill her. A sensitive child untrained can do this much damage alone. The fact you still have her alive and running around the ship increases the chance of the ship imploding. Don’t take the risk. Kill her. I can’t have my-”

The comm underwent a few statics. Aescun toggled the comm and spoke, “Hello? Hello? Are you still there? What happened?”

The voice came back on with a hurried tone, “Can’t talk long. Someone recording. Gotta go. Kill her.”

“Hello!” Aescun half shouted at the comm just as the radio ended. She growled laying back against her chair and scowled at another viewscreen.

Squinting hard, she noted a small figure in the background. Turning around, she saw Rogue staring. Offering her hand, Aescun spoke, “Hey.”

Rogue whimpered and scampered off. Tei from a distance yelled, “Hey, get back here!”

“Lieutenant!” Aescun roared when suddenly she felt uncomfortable and clutched her stomach.

Tei scrambled toward the cockpit. Pounding his chest, he snapped his heels together to salute, “Huntress!

Standing to her feet, the beast snarled. Raising her right gauntlet, she attempted the tap to the energies and gripped. Groaning with pain, her hand touched her crown. Tei got to his feet suddenly and rushed to her, but paused when Aescun growled, “Do not get close, Lieutenant! I will feast you alive if you touch me.”

“Huntress,” Tei stammered and stayed his position, “What’s going on? Do you need something?”

“What I need,” Aescun snarled with disgust at him, “Is peace and quiet. Find her. NOW!”

Without a word, he bowed his head and left the cockpit. Aescun groaned sitting on her chair and exhaled. Closing her eyes, she attempted to use the force. However, the nausea in her stomach returned. Sitting back against the chair, the beast exhaled and meditated. The Blade hurtled through lightspeed as the Huntress drifted into her thoughts while remembering back when it was just her and Malek.


Four weeks ago, before Jordai’s ascent into power, Aescun rested in her Khan’s private room. Looking across from her bed, she gazed at the green-skinned Mirialan Warlord with admiration. With her wrist chained to the bed, the beast felt nothing but peace while keeping her cover above her bosom. Her clothes were piled up on the dresser. “Malek,” she inquired softly.

Malek grunted softly. Picking up the cylindrical device, he noted the dark-red liquid inside. Tapping it with one finger, the Mirialan turned to face her, “What?”

He approached her slowly as she inquired, “What are you doing? Is it ready?”

Keeping her cover above her breasts with one hand, she moved her other hand down across the sheets and raised it toward him. A long, dark braided head tail draped over her shoulder from her horns and rested across her sheets.

Malek took her hand and sat down as Aescun stroked his wrist. Moving her hand upward across his muscular upper arm, she awaited his reply. He nodded while lifting a part of her cover to expose her stomach, “Yes.”

“Will it hurt,” Aescun asked while grabbing his wrist. The chain from the bedpost tugged at her wrist.

Malek shook his head taking her hand from her wrist. He responded while activating the cylindrical device, “A little, but you can handle it. This serum will be injected into your body that will aide in your body to not reject your ability to breed. You will be made compatible to mate with any species on a few restrictions. I have successfully made it so that you will be able to produce strong younglings if it is genetically compatible with someone like my son. By using the spliced gene of the Eir, I have made it possible for you to mate with a strong, healthy male. Jordai is one example of a strong male with the genetics for strength, endurance and resiliency.”

Aescun gulped. Gazing upon the green eyes of her warlord, she touched his face with her free hand and inquired, “Does Jordai need to be kept in the dark? I feel like he,”

Malek snarled interrupting her, “He will never know. He does not need to know. Keep it between us for now. Once you are ready, proceed with the experiment. It will hurt, but that is all part of the process. You are my beast. I trained you. Honed you. Molded you into the prime specimen I require. All I ask is that you participate in it. You have no choice. The son will be my heir. My legacy.”

Pulling at the chain with her arm, Aescun grunted. Feeling no urge to use her strength, she gave in and spoke, “Malek, please. This isn’t necessary. I don’t want.”

She bit her lip when Malek snapped, “Enough. Besides, if I don’t do this. Then all of my experiments and years of research has been for nothing.”

Pressing the trigger, a small needle protruded from the bottom of the device as he injected the device onto the section where her ovary sac was located. Releasing the liquid fully, he placed his hand on her crown. Aescun groaned closing her eyes and grabbed his arm, “Malek, it hurts. Please stop.”

Taking the device out, he responded, “It’s done. Rest.”

A smoking teardrop fell from her eye as she grabbed his arm. It scalded her skin along her scarred jawline.  Aescun protested, “Please don’t go, my Khan. Stay with me. Don’t leave me alone in the bed.”

Malek snarled lightly opening his mouth. Touching her face, he stroked the back of her head and lifted her. Moving her close, he kissed her while placing the device on the table. Moving her chained wrist over, Aescun hugged him in an embrace. Malek grabbed a holo scanner from the top of the dresser. Waving it over her stomach, he smirked noting the changes in her genetics.

Carefully, Aescun rested her head on his shoulder and pulled him gently. She growled baring her fangs slightly. Malek put away the scanner and lifted her body from the bed. Moving his body around, he placed himself inside the covers of the bed close to her. Aescun caressed his cheek and placed her arm around his neck while kissing his lips. Softly, she murmured, “While I do love you, my Khan, I love Jordai also. Why can’t I tell him and what will prevent me from telling him.”

Malek sighed while stroking her hair, “Nothing, Aescun. Nothing prevents you from telling him, but I caution you. If you tell him, you will only make it worse. You have no idea what goes on in his mind. Only I do because I know what happened to him that caused a change within him.”

Pondering on his words, Aescun inquired, “What do you mean, Malek? What is going on in his mind?”

Malek hesitated for a few seconds and replied, “It is hard to explain. Just be warned, Aescun. His own wrath is greater than mines. He is a dangerous, unknown element. You’ve known him for fifteen years, but I’ve raised him since I found him in the clutches of a destroyed civilization thirty years ago.”


Rogue, the little girl, giggled quietly while watching from her hiding space. She watched Tei scramble around the room while rummaging through the possible hiding spots. Annoyed, he growled, “Where are you, little girl? I need to find you or face the wrath of my Huntress. I’d rather find you quickly.”

Rogue mischievously giggled again. Closing her eyes, she fumbled around the energies surrounding her. A small hiccup escaped her throat as she covered her mouth and gasped. Tei stopped in his tracks and stared right at the location where the sound came from. He smirked, “I got you now, little rat. Come out!”

Rogue squealed while coming out of her hiding spot. She laughed as Tei lunged toward her with arms spread out. Neatly, she ducked under his widespread arms and escaped as the lieutenant miscalculated his reach. Rogue turned to watch him stumble and crash into the bed post. Tei cursed loudly and nursed his elbow. Rogue humorously covered her mouth and ran from the room.

Turning to see the girl escape into hiding, Tei growled. Then, something tapped into his mind with a thought, Lieutenant. Come see me. Now. Feeling the pain in his body when he ran into a post, Tei cursed loudly and abandoned his search for the girl to seek out his huntress. To him, nothing in the universe was worse than disobeying the word of both his Khan and his Huntress. For as long as they were in power, he would rather not test the stability of that bridge.

Moments later as Tei approached the cockpit, he saluted, “Huntress!”

Aescun stood to her full height and crossed her arms behind her back. Seeing only him, she snarled with a glare, “Did you find her? Where is she?”

Tei gulped the lump in his throat. Realizing that she does not tolerate failure, he mumbled, “N-no huntress. She keeps slipping from my grasp.”

The armored beast’s demeanor changed as her dark eyes visibly widened while her beast-like nostrils flared. She snarled baring her fangs as her dark eyes turned a shade of a harsh crimson color. Arching her back with her shoulders forward, she gripped her hands while increasing the tension of her muscle power. The huntress spat harshly, “WHAT?!? I asked you to do one little thing! A minuscule task requiring barely an effort and you haven’t done a thing?!?”

Tei stuttered with fear lowering his head to avoid her red eyes, “I-I tried your huntress, but she-“

The beast shouted charging forward flexing her muscular arms, “No more excuses!”

Veins exploded on her tanned muscular arm and neck as Aescun snarled grabbing his throat with her left hand. She lifted him off his feet as he whimpered with pain. He grabbed the raised bicep on her thick arm while grabbing the wrist trying to speak, “My-my huntress, I tried!”

“NO EXCUSES,” He was silent by her roar as she increased the pressure on his throat. She primed her fangs over his neck. The beast sniffed his neck and became aroused by the taste of his seething fear. Her right armored gauntlet remained in a clutched, claw like position. Meanwhile, behind her, the ship stayed on course for her destination while on autopilot.

Tei flailed like a fish out of water while dangling over the deck. Seeing the foaming spit dribble over her fanged snarl, he whimpered, “Please, do-don’t eat me. I-gah.”

His larynx became slightly crushed by her grip silencing him. Growling harshly, Aescun stepped several places forward and thrust Tei out of the cockpit. He clattered onto the deck and slid backwards onto the railing overlooking the first floor at the bottom near the airlock. Tei grunted and stared back at the angered beast. Screaming with fear, he raised his hands as the beast rushed forward several paces before bounding once from the doorway.

Aescun landed atop Tei thrusting him back into the cold steel of the railing. He grabbed her armored gauntlet that held his throat in place against the pole. Her other hand gripped the handrail as she opened her dripping mouth. With her fangs revealed, she primed her jaw over his neck to prepare. Suddenly, a small clattering sound distracted the beast.

Growling softly, she looked over the railing and sniffed the air. Tei struggled against her power against his throat, but in vain. Unable to speak, the human whimpered. Silently, Aescun growled while closing her glowing eyes and tapped into the mysterious aura. Sensing a small movement within the darkness, she slackened the tension of her muscles.

 

The beast growled as she overlooked the first floor of her ship beyond the railing. Gripping the handrail, she snarled pondering while attempting to get a sense of where the girl was. Somewhere within the bowels of the ship was the empty spot or a cloaked area. Sensing her, the beast snarled opening her eyes and gripped her right gauntlet. Tei whimpered loudly feeling his throat constricted even further and flailed bashing his hands against his huntress.

Barely feeling anything, Aescun climbed the railing and pulled Tei along toward the top. Pushing him forward, she dangled him over the railing. Tei yelled trying to grab hold. Aescun growled while balancing herself on the railing and stood slowly. Hunched over with her arms forward, she tossed Tei backwards and watched him fall from a certain height.

A table saved him from a broken neck as Tei crashed into it. It broke into two when he rolled as his skull painfully vibrated against the ground when it rebounded on the metal floor of the second deck. Looking up, he watched his huntress crouch. Aescun grabbed the railing with her right gauntlet. Growling softly, she primed for a jump and roared while bounding from the top floor. Her cloak swished behind her when she made her way to the second floor. Tei screamed and scrambled backwards as Aescun landed harshly on the ground. Crawling forward, she grabbed his ankle.

Pulling him toward her, she snarled and grabbed Tei’s face with her right gauntlet. With her nails cutting into his skin, she turned him over and around. Standing up, she dragged him along toward the vacant, cloaked area where she could be located. Stopping before the doorway, the beast snarled, “I know you’re in here, little girl. Come out.”

Tei watched her and whimpered softly. He yelled when Aescun pulled him across the floor and thrust him aside. Raising her right hand, she closed her eyes and exhaled drawing herself into a deep meditative state. Feeling her strength return, she clutched the mysterious energy surrounding the air as Tei scrambled suddenly clutching his throat. He uttered a strangled gasped feeling his life force being drained by the aura. The beast moved her arm up as Tei dangled and failed over the ground.

Aescun’s glowing crimson eyes glared at the vacant spot of the engines where she knew someone was there. She growled, “I know you’re in there, little girl. If you don’t come out, I will kill him. Then,”

Aescun growled and flicked her wrist suddenly as Tei was throwing clear across the deck against the wall. He flinched sideways and gasped as spit dribbled from his mouth onto the deck. His face slowly turned blue as Aescun finished, “I will find you. For wasting my time, I will hunt you down and do the same to you like I did to him.”

Tei flailed all over the deck while grabbing his throat. He gasped attempting to breath while feeling all his bones being crushed by a heavy, mysterious force as if gravity was turned way up. He stared across the deck into that small dark area. It moved slightly as the girl jumped out and shouted, “Stop!”

Unimpressed, Aescun watched Rogue and snarled. The girl whimpered softly and shouted a command, “Let him go!”

“Why?” The beast snarled as she gripped her fist further. Tei gasped and started twitching violently. The deck plating made noises as he thumped against them.

“Because I said so!” Rogue screamed. Clutching her head, she started screaming as she felt a surge of power from within. A silent boom from inside her was expelled as she yelled,

STOP!

The lights within the ship flickered as the metal became twisted and groaned under duress. Outside the ship, several holes appear along the hull as the oxygen slowly escaped the room. Feeling the overwhelming surge of power from the girl, Aescun widened her eyes with surprise as she miscalculated her strength. The force caused her to release the lieutenant as she was thrown clear against the bulkhead. The force knocked her out just as the ship’s lightning ceased to function. Emergency systems came on as the red light glared. The consoles sparked as several systems crashed. Decompression alarms started blaring.


Hurtling across space with no known destination, the disabled Perilous Blade spun on its axis in a counter-clockwise motion. The force that was similar to perhaps a small supernova had knocked most of its systems down. As it spun, a small ship attached to the underbelly of the hunter ship appeared as if its cloaking was deactivated. Fortunately, it remained attached as it spun along with it. Inside the small, cramped cockpit, the large former warlord scrambled to check and recheck his systems.

Cursing silently in his language, Malek grumbled as he tried to pick up the Blade’s encrypted channel. The communications appeared to be disabled. Grumbling with annoyance and anger, he shifted in his seat and left the cockpit. Heading toward the airlock at the bottom of his ship’s floor, he twisted the handle manually and opened it. Kneeling down, he climbed through the small opening and opened the other end. It easily came off as it opened. The airlock hissed as he felt himself floating upward.

As the airlock to the Blade opened, the blaring klaxons reached his ears. The warning reached him as it screamed, “Warning, warning. Decompression imminent. Evacuate immediately. Decompression imminent. Warning. Warning.”

Quickly, his survival tactics kicked in as he moved into the spinning ship and floated across the room. The rooms spun while instruments flailed as Malek floated through the corridors and ducking the moving bulkheads. Passing several floating instruments, he saw his beast floating unconscious. Concerned, he gently moved her down onto the floor and walked along the small hallway. In the other room was his unconscious Lieutenant floating. Reaching the engine room, the warning Klaxons rang louder as he froze in his steps and gasped.

The little girl whimpered softly and knelt before the self destructing power core. Her body somehow stayed centered at the middle of the spinning engine room. Her hands were out as she somehow was holding the destruction back with her own small force bubble. A barrier surrounded the core. Turning her head, she saw the warlord and whimpered softly in recognition. As she shifted, the force bubble suddenly weakened.

Quickly, he knelt and offered his hand, “Easy. You are the only one that stands between me and destruction. I will not harm you.”

Rogue looked him and whimpered softly shaking her head, “No. I know you. You-”

Malek whispered gently, “Now is not the time. Hold it back. Allow me to repair the core. There is a backup somewhere.”

Rogue sniffed and refocused her energies to strengthen the bubble surrounding the core. Malek quickly moved to a working console. Tapping a few keys in a combination, he shut down the command. The Blade seemed to recognize its own master and complied. He spoke, “Be ready. I’m about to eject the core.”

Rogue stayed silent but nodded. As Malek hit the ejection command, an airlock below the core opened as the self destructing damaged core was ejected into open space. The airlock closed. As the damaged core spiraled across the vacuum of space, the force bubble surrounding it slowly diminished as the core disintegrated. It exploded just as Rogue sat in a kneeling position and stretched out her arms. She created another force barrier that protected the entire ship from self destruction as Malek quickly tapped in another command to replace the empty spot with the backup power core.

After the shudder of the ship, Rogue exhaled quietly and rested for a moment. Behind her, the Mirialan pulled out a syringe. He approached her just as Rogue tapped into the mind of the former warlord. Her fear returned as she gasped when he injected a sleeping agent on her. She collapsed into his arms as he caressed her, “Sleep peacefully, Asia’aia. I now recognized you. Oh don’t worry, you won’t die. Not just yet. You will have your uses eventually under the watch of my beast, Aescun Shi’ion. For now.”

Asia’aia groaned softly as her eyes fluttered. Against the flashing darkness within the red glow, her world blacked out as she dreamed peacefully. Malek caressed her gently and lifted her. He carried her across the corridor back to the small airlock on the floor connecting to his ship.


Floating across space, the Blade ceased its spinning and remained a derelict vessel as most of its systems except for life systems were shut down. Laying on the medical bed, Aescun groaned softly and woke up to a large, heavy-set figure sitting at the foot of her bed. Recognizing him, she whispered, “Malek?”

Malek turned and placed his finger on his lips, “Shh. Don’t let the lieutenant hear you. I wanted to see you. To talk to you. I did what I could with the ship keeping her together.”

Aescun groaned softly and sat up to caress his arm. Hugging him close, she attached herself onto him and whispered, “What happened.”

Carefully to avoid her horns, he stroked her hair and kissed her cranium, “The ship almost got destroyed. I did warn you to get rid of her and I was right. I almost did not recognize her.”

Groaning again, the dazed beast smacked her lips, “You know her?”

Malek shrugged, “Of sorts. It’s a long story. Something you don’t need to hear. What you need to know is, do not kill her. She is important. Special.”

“Special,” she gazed on his face and cocked her head.

Malek stroked her face and nodded, “Yes. Special. As in, close to me. She is a rare but powerful force sensitive from Umbara. One of the few that could sense the force. She is an orphan. I rescued her from the pirates. Protect her. Train her. Her abilities are strong. Untrained, she will destroy planets with a single mind. Train her. Hone her energies. Make her your apprentice, Aescun. Make her your weapon to use. Unlock her potential and utilize her for your means.”

Aescun curled her lips with distaste and snarled, “Why? Why me?”

Malek nodded, “You are the only one who can. Do not let Jordai discover her. The Eir hates all force sensitives. The Kaos Empire will kill her. Keep her safe and hidden. Do whatever you want but keep her away from him. He must never know. And do not tell the lieutenant of who she is. Keep it to yourself.”

Aescun nodded reluctantly and kissed his cheek, “Of course, anything for my Khan.”

“Good,” Malek stood with a groan, “I must go and become hidden. I will always be nearby in case you need me. Remember what I said.”

As he activated the device to cloak himself, he left the room. Aescun looked at the other bed. Rogue rested on the bed in heavy sleep. Gripping her gauntlet, she growled softly and with hate. As Tei entered the medic bay, he exclaimed, “Huntress! Do you know what happened? Was it,”

He paused looking at Rogue’s sleeping form. Aescun nodded, “Yes, lieutenant. Take her into the holding cell and begin repairs. Give me your report.”

Tei slapped his chest and bowed, “At once, Huntress!”

Tei walked over to the sleeping form of a powerful force sensitive. Caressing her carefully, he carried her out and toward the holding cell. Rogue grunted in his arms and opened her eyes quickly. As he set her down, he quickly backed up and activated the forcefield just as she woke up with a growl. She glared at Tei. Turning her eyes toward his back, she saw Aescun and whimpered softly. Soon, fear returned to her as she cowered before the beast’s glare.

Tei turned to his huntress and bowed before dismissing himself. Aescun approached the forcecage. Tapping the protective barrier with her gauntlet, it sparked electricity as she snarled lightly watching her. Rogue sat and cowered into a corner to avoid her glare. Gasping softly, she started to cry.

Edited by greenhor
Changed ship name from Paerilous to Perilous Blade. Forget the name of my own ship, why don't I...when I created the Blade, the original name was Perilous. Adjusted the paragraph where gravity failed, Malek floats through as the rooms spun.
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Chapter Nine

' Dishonor '

On deck, Three Seven spun her force pike several times in the air while twisting around as Ashaka backed several paces and blocking the strikes. She ducked as the pike neatly missed her head, crouched to duck under a slashed with an uppercut of her blade. The strong, hairless lone Sentinel flipped to her right to avoid the slashing blade.

Using her agility, she ducked and weaved under the sword and struck with her pike. Ashaka thrust herself into a roll before coming up with another attack. Slashing with her blade, she twisted her body and delivered a kick that connected with Thirty Seven’s face. She yelled with pain when Ashaka’s heavy boot connected with her nose. She flew back, nearly losing her grip on her force pike and flipped backwards.

Ashaka spun on her heels while twirling the blade. Cutting the air, she made whipping noises and slashed downwards catching the lone Sentinel off her guard. Moving her force pike up, she blocked her side only to get her pike cleaved in two by Zero’s blade. Ignoring the pain from her crushed nose, she stumbled back and flipped while twirling the two broken ends of her pike. Flipping again on her foot, she crouched into a stance with one of the pikes forward with the end down toward the ground and the second piece behind her back.

Ashaka found her stance and brought her blade in front of her in a diagonal motion with both hands on the handle. Curling lips while feeling her adrenaline coursing, she snarled, “Three Seven, you are weak. Your form is weak. However way you got your hair shamefully cut is beyond me. You have no honor.”

Insulted, the lone Sentinel screamed with fury and rushed. Bringing the broken ends of her pike to bear, she forced her leader into defense as Ashaka deftly blocked her strikes with a smirk, “Only the strong prevail. I didn’t fight and win my battles to lose to someone who shamelessly lost a drunken fight.”

Ducking her opponent’s strike, Ashaka moved her blade to one side while taking her other hand to grab hold of Three Seven’s wrist. Without hesitation, she kneed her harshly. The young Sentinel groaned as air escaped her lungs. Dazed, she lost one of her broken pike to clutch her stomach. The Eir leader twisted her arm down to brace her body. Jerking forward once with the power of her adrenaline, she yelled with force thrusting the Sentinel across the floor.

Holding the other end of the pike, Three Seven groaned while sliding across the floor. Feeling the pain from her crushed ribs, she struggled to her feet. Ashaka smirked and growled softly while bringing her flexed arms down to bear with her blade downward on her left.

Meanwhile as the group looked on, one of the Sentinels broke rank. Removing her helmet, she ran forward. Someone shouted for her name, “Two Seven!” Two Seven rushed through the girls and leaped across the air while twirling her force pike. Her long, braided dark ponytail fluttered in the wind. Jordai watched her go. Fascinated, the Khan enjoyed the spectacle and anticipated what will happen next.

Holding the broken piece of the pike, Three Seven whimpered with fear and scrambled to her feet. Her crushed nose bled and dripped to the floor. Covering her nose, she turned to face her strong wrathful leader. Silently, Ashaka breathed heavily and growled softly. Scowling at her with disgust, she gripped the handle with both hands. Twisting her hands on the fiber-meshed handle, the expanded muscles on her arms twitched. Veins surged down from her shoulder toward her lower elbow. Her braided head tail extended the length of her arms.

Without stopping, Ashaka rose her weapon with two hands and roared as her blood lust grew. Her violet eyes grew darker as her pupils dilated. Rushing forward with her weapon primed, she slashed diagonally. Gulping to hold back her fear, Three Seven brought her broken piece of the force pike in defense. The rushing blade knocked her hand down. Ashaka followed through with a harsh headbutt. With force, the young Sentinel stumbled a few paces back and yelled when the pain surged from her nose to her cracked skull. Without hesitation Ashaka twisted the blade, moved forward and slashed upward across her eye.

Three Seven screamed while flipping backwards with the force from the blade. Falling to the ground, she withered in the ground covering her left eye to stop the bleeding. The blade dug into the bone of her eye socket. The young sentinel screamed and cried with pain as the blood seeped through her hands.

Satisfied, Ashaka held the blade to her side and snarled. Bringing her arms downward, she pumped her bristling muscles and exhaled a roar. Flexing her back, she rolled her shoulder forward while expanding her traps and grunted. Twirling her blade, she said nothing and rushed toward Three Seven’s exposed back. Raising her weapon, she gripped the handle with both hands and roared slashing down.

Two Seven came from her blind spot with a yell thrusting her back. Caught with her guard down, the surprised Eir leader stumbled back with Two Seven thrusting her force pike. Without hesitation, the Sentinel struck Zero on the face, torso and her knee. Losing the grip on her handle, the dazed Ashaka stumbled back. Raising her arm, she yelled with pain feeling the harsh smack of Two Seven’s strike. Bigger and stronger than her sister, the young Sentinel had the arms to handle the force pike and expertly dealt her another strike against her face.

Feeling the pain from her bandaged gash, Ashaka spat blood. Stepping back, she felt blood coursing down her jawline. Growling with anger, she faced Two Seven and snarled. Raising her blade, she pointed it downward toward the ground. Two Seven struck at her hand, deftly smacking the blade out of her grip. Spinning on her foot with her dark, braided ponytail flailing in the air, she jumped while placing the force pike on the ground and force kicked Zero.

Ashaka fell to the ground and scrambled to watch her Sentinel spin and twirl her force pike before returning to defend Three Seven. Taking a stance by separating her feet, she placed her force pike in a diagonal motion across her fallen sister and her other hand curled with her arm extended forward. With her long, dark ponytail draped across her shoulder, Two Seven stared at her leader and waited.

Colonel Ashaka Teyno scowled at Two Seven. The Sentinel crouched in front of Three Seven protectively blocking access to the whimpering, crying fallen Sentinel. Blood trickled from her left eye that she fought hard to cover while laying down. The Eir were trained in all sorts of things in order to survive. Although angry at being interrupted, Zero couldn’t be more proud of them.

Curling her lips with anger as adrenaline still coursed through her system, Zero stepped forward raising her blade. Regaining her intimidating composure, she roared, “Stand aside, Two Seven!”

Staring back, the strong Sentinel stood strong without fear. She met Zero’s roar but stood her ground when her leader rushed at her with several steps before bringing her sword to bear. Slashing it upwards, she twisted it downward stopping before Two Seven’s forehead when her Khan shouted, “Colonel!”

Jordai walked down several steps and barked at his second, “That is enough. Relinquish your weapons and come with me! Remember the rules! You wrote them yourself. Zero One!”

Another Sentinel came forth wearing armor and a cloak. The tallest one out of all the Sentinels, she walked down the steps. Removing her helmet, she bowed her head and pounded her chest, “My Khan.”

Her thick dark chestnut colored hair extended down toward her waist. It was braided into one long pony tail with several other strands of hair tucked behind her ear. Compared to her leader, Zero, the tall Sentinel averaged in lean muscles. She appeared strong but more feminine. Jordai looked upon her and spoke, “You are in charge. While she comes with me, you will make sure the pod is under lock and key. After confirming that it is indeed the body of my father, it is to be brought out and incinerated.”

“Understood,” Zero One saluted. She turned as her cloak swiveled and approached her leader.

Ashaka scowled at the Khan. With disgust, she moved her blade aside and glared at Two Seven. Studying her stoic expression, the wrathful woman spat, “Two Seven, you made the mistake of interrupting the duel. I pride myself at being the first generation of the genetically strong Eir. I do not let failures get away. I want blood. I want death. By making the duel a fight to the death, I would have slaughtered her. Now, I am going to have to deal with you two.”

Zero One approached her leader and took her blade from her hand. The blade dripped with the blood of a Sentinel. Turning around, she shouted, “Sentinels, Huddle up! Zero Two, take the blade. Zero Nine and One Three, tend to Three Seven.,” still holding the blade, she turned to the standing Sentinel in front of Zero, “Two Seven, you know the protocol! Execute! Sentinels. Vanguards. Dismissed!”

The thrumming sound of the pikes hit the ground as both the Sentinels and Vanguards left the Hangar bay. Five other Sentinels stood their ground and waited for the command of Zero One. The leader saw them and spoke, “Zeros Three through Eight, keep the pod under guard and await my order!”

Ashaka backed away with a growl keeping her eye on Two Seven. She flexed her arms and breathed heavily. Zero One took the remainder of the weapons from her and turned to the other Sentinel waiting.

Two Seven stood frozen on the ground while her gaze locked with Ashaka’s angry scowl. She gulped and stood. Ashaka raised her fist and clenched it. She spat, “What are you waiting for, Two Seven.”

Flexing her arms downward, she bristled her traps while stepping several paces toward the Sentinel and roared with rage, “Get to it!” Her face stopped several inches away from Sentinel Two Seven.

“Colonel!” The Khan shouted as the remainder of the Sentinels gasped looking at the direction of Zero.

Two Seven held her breath and stood strong when her leader blasted the harsh, breath of hot air at her face. Ashaka turned with a snarl and spat, “Zero One. Once you have finished, contact me with a report.”

Zero One nodded and saluted, “Yes, Zero!”

The Colonel curled her lips with disgust and growled ignoring her. She stormed toward her Khan. As the Sentinel medics tended to the fallen Sentinel by placing bandage on her face to stop the bleeding, Zero One looked at Two Seven. As Zero Two took the provided weapons, she bowed and stepped back to stand by for orders. Behind them, the elevator doors closed for the final time as everyone except for the twelve Sentinels left the deck.

Silence came upon the deck. Two Seven stared at her leader and gulped. The tallest, stoic-faced Sentinel walked toward her and placed her hand on her shoulder. Two Seven whimpered and broke down as a tear came down from her eye. Dropping the pike, she hugged her and sobbed, “I don’t want to.”

Zero One hugged her and stroked her hair. Allowing her to cry on her armor, she crouched to her eye level and responded, “You have to, Twosev. It’s protocol. She-“

Two Seven cried, “It was a mistake. She shouldn’t have to be punished for it. It was one night,”

Zero One shook her head while offering her understanding and responded straightforwardly, “It doesn’t matter. She made the mistake. It shouldn’t have happened, but it did. It would have been fine any other nights if she was drinking, but it was the wrong timing and the wrong day.”

Staring at Two Seven’s tear stained eyes, Zero One wiped her tears. Exhaling a breath, she placed her hands on her head and kissed her forehead. Looking at her, she spoke, “Look, If you don’t want to do this, I understand. I will get someone,”

Two Seven gulped and replied, “No. I’ll do it, Zee. Thanks.”

Zee stood to her feet as Two Seven turned to face Three Seven. Mumbling, she wiped her eyes and spoke, “Sorry, Threesev.”

Nine One and One Three found a makeshift carrier and placed Three Seven onto it. Quickly, they lifted her and walked across deck. Two Seven picked up her force pike. Twirling it, she followed them to the elevator and stood to the right guarding her sisters with one hand behind her back.


In the other elevator, Ashaka paced back and forth in the small space. Angry and full of wrath, the female Eir warrior hunched over with her arms downward with her muscles tensed. The Khan watched her pace back and forth. Growing bored of her constant nonstop pacing, he snapped, “At attention!”

Stopping in her pacing, she growled. Looking straight at him in the eye, she gripped her fists and scowled with furious energy. Jordai replied, “Stop this, Colonel. You’re making me dizzy pacing back and forth. The longer you do this, the faster the floor will wear out with your heavy strides.”

Insulted, Ashaka tensed her muscles and roared, “Is this all a joke to you? Are you having a laugh at my expense? Go on. Make another joke!” She moved a threatening step toward him.

Jordai raised his hand and snarled, “Stop! Watch who you are speaking to! You are so hyped up with adrenaline you aren’t thinking straight.”

“Oh, my head has never been so clear, Jordai. I am angry right now. So angry at being humiliated on the bridge and in front of my Sentinels on the hangar deck. You,” she spat grabbing Jordai by the throat.

Forcing him back while almost lifting him from the ground with one arm, she roared with her other arm against his chest, “Will not,”

Thrusting him backwards, she spat with vile while pumping her arms downward, “Embarrass me!”  

As Jordai crashed against the wall of the lift, the lights flickered as small compartment ground to a halt. The lift shuddered as the floor beneath Ashaka shook violently. Barely toppling over, she steadied herself with a crouch The Khan fell to the ground while leaving behind a huge dent on the wall. He groaned touching his back and elbowing the ground.

Watching him fall, Ashaka growled flexing her traps. Blood coursed freely from her bandaged jowl. Storming toward him, she grabbed his back. Pushing him to the other side, she grabbed his throat and raised her fist. She dealt several blows at her Khan. Dealing him a harsh blow against his jaw, blood trickled out of his mouth. Raising her hand for another strike, she thrust it down as Jordai caught it firmly.

Holding her fist back, the Khan eyed her bandaged jaw. His muscles expanded with veins growing thicker while straining against her power. Unmatched with Ashaka’s larger upper arm size, Jordai’s arm quivered visibly while struggling to hold her fist in place. However, the Colonel was stronger as his arm slowly weakened against her power. Spitting blood onto his side, he gritted his teeth with anger. Grabbing her jaw, he dug his finger inside the bandage into her wound. Barely feeling his hand on her face, Ashaka snarled while grabbing his wrist to pull him off.

With his fingers firmly attached into her jaw, the Khan pulled her down and spat coldly, “You know you love it.” Gazing upon her face, he smirked

Distracting her thoughts, the Khan flipped her onto her back and held her in place while gripping her jaw. Feeling the pain shooting everywhere from her jaw along her raw nerve endings, Ashaka screamed. Jordai trapped her on the floor and bent close. Sniffing her scent, he kissed her mouth to muffle her screams of agony. Moving his head aside to spit blood, he kissed her for the second time on the other side of her cheek and moaned pulling against the bleeding gaping wound on her jaw while keeping her trapped with her fist against the ground.

Smiling with coldness at her pain, he changed his expression into the one with wrath and growled, “I am the Eye of Wrath. You are my Wrath, the weapon that I use against my enemies. You are the fire that burns a thousand suns. You are the Supernova that destroys entire civilizations. You are mine to use and control. Get pissed at me. Fight me. Strangle me to death all you want or love me. I don’t give a damn.”

Ashaka gritted her teeth and scowled at him. Growling softly, she fought to ignore the pain as Jordai finished, “Just don’t forget. You may have control of my fleet, but I have the final say in everything.”

Jordai exhaled while pulling at her jaw and roared, “I am your Khan!”

Feeling her jaw being tugged to a breaking point, Ashaka painfully screamed. Satisfied, Jordai let her go and stood to assume his position in the center of the lift. Placing his arms behind his back, the blood dripped from his fingers as he looked straight at the door. Behind him, his colonel flipped uncontrollably on the floor as she moved to grab her jaw. Holding back the bleeding, she fought back the pain as blood trickled out of her mouth. Spitting blood onto the floor, she snarled with hatred.

Forcing herself to her feet, the Eir warrior struggled toward the door and forced the door open. Leaving the elevator in blinding pain, she stumbled across the corridor toward the medical room. Blood from her jaw dripped on the floor. Jordai smirked watching her leave. He enjoyed his position of power.

' Excellent show, my liege. Even I would fear you. '

Mumbling, he growled, “I did learn from the worst Pahdek in the galaxy. My own father.”

The voice in his head remained silent. Flinching slightly while curling his lips into a growl, Jordai remembered the wounds he suffered from his abuse. It still haunted the Khan that he struggled to keep those feelings down. A holo comm beeped inside his uniform. Taking the communicator, he activated it as a voice spoke, “My lord, I request your presence on the bridge. We seem to have run into an issue that requires your attention.”


In the medical, Ashaka laid on the bed in constant agony. A mouth guard covered her jaw to prevent her from bleeding. Chained to the bed with wrist wraps, she flailed violently. Two medical technicians tended to her growing scar across her jawline. One of them shouted, “Stop moving. You're making it worse.”

The other person took out a syringe and spoke, “That’s it. I am going to numb the pain. Stop squirming!”

Scowling at the medic, she snarled gripping her fist. Snapping the bounds free with a roar, she gripped his throat and snapped, “You will not put me to sleep!”

Dropping the device, the technician grabbed his throat as Ashaka pulled and forced him onto his knees. The medic pleaded, “P-please.”

Ignoring his struggles for breath, Ashaka gripped her other fist and pumped her arms. Pulling free, she grabbed the other medic and roared, “Juice me. With Adrenaline. Now!”

The female medic gasped scrambling for breath while hitting her thick arms with her hands. Feeling her strength, she protested out of fear. Staring into her furious violet glare, she mumbled, “Okay.”

Letting go of the female, she allowed her to grab a stim pack full of liquid made specifically for a warrior of Eir. Ashaka turned to face the other medic and growled with anger. The medic whimpered shaking his head, “No, no. Please,” a quick, harsh grip on his throat silenced her as the Colonel increased her muscle power crushing his larynx. The medic coughed for breath while kneeling.

The female medic placed the canister in the syringe and hesitated. Looking at the other medic, she mumbled apologetically, “I’m sorry.”

As another surge of pain lashed across her jaw, Ashaka glared at the female and roared gripping her fist, “Now!” The medic hustled to lift her back. Stabbing the device against the nape of her neck muscle where the vein was visible, she injected it fully emptying the pack.

Ashaka gasped looking straight across the room. Feeling a rush of newfound strength, she snarled increasing her grip on the medic’s throat. As the pain lessened, her muscle power increased for her body as her fist crushed the medic’s larynx. Falling unconscious, she ceased moving. Barely noticing the medic, she scowled at the female and spat, “Fix my jaw. Now!”

Blood trickled from the dead medic’s neck as the other medic picked up another tool. Moving it close to her jawline, the woman went to work and activated the device. Slowly, pieces of her skin on her thick jawline regenerated as the device left behind a deep scar. Feeling the burning pain, Ashaka grit her teeth and shouted. When the medic finished mending her skin, she removed her mouth piece and placed a metal brace over a part of her mouth to keep her jawline secure so her wound would heal quickly.

Finishing her work, she responded, “Okay, keep this on. It won’t heal your skin, but it will protect your jaw from any airborne toxins. Your jaw must fully regenerate so that the scar will not tear.”

Ashaka snarled, “Good. Now get out of my sight.”

Thrusting her back with her hand, she let go of the other medic and got up. Losing feeling in her legs, she stumbled onto the ground with a snarl. Getting herself back up, she grabbed another adrenaline shot. The female medic got up and shouted, “No! One was enough, you don’t need another. Just rest.”

Scowling at her, she snarled and jabbed another shot onto her left thigh. Pumping herself with adrenaline, she shattered the stimpack with a grip of her hand, got up and roared flexing her arms. Rushing forward as the medic got up, the powerful Eir warrior thrust her arm against the medic and shoved her harshly. The medic screamed flying through the air and hit the wall with force. Dead by impact with a broken neck, she fell on the bed and crashed onto the floor.

Angered and full of wrath, the bloodlust Colonel stormed out of the medical room and down the corridor in a rampage as variety of officers stepped aside to avoid her charge.


In another medical room, Two Seven entered through the doorway. One Three greeted her while holding the datapad, “Hey, Twosev.”

“Hey, how is she, Thirteen,” she inquired placing her arms behind her back. She appeared concerned.

Thirteen closed the curtain and turned to face her. She shook her head and exhaled, “Not well. I barely managed to stop the bleeding, but,”

“What? Can I see her,” she moved forward as Thirteen blocked her path by caressing her waist.

The doctor appeared concerned as she stroked her arm, “I wouldn’t recommend seeing her at this stage.”

Twosev grunted with annoyance and pushed her aside, “I want to see her for myself.” One three protested as she opened the curtain. Twosev gasped and froze in her steps.

Before her was the biobed with Three Seven laying on it. She was covered in bandages including one of her arm and her head as another bandage covered her eye. Twosev stared with horror and covered her mouth. They were only recruits freshly out of training. Shaking her head, she whimpered softly as One Three touched her shoulder. She offered her words, “I tried to tell you. You can see her. I’ll be here.”

Keeping her mouth covered, she sniffed and nodded. Approaching her, she whimpered, “Oh Threesev.”

Threesev opened her eyes and groaned painfully as her back arched upward. She felt the hand of her sister and met her gaze. Twosev thumbed her hand and squeezed it gently. Tears streaked down her face as she sniffed, “Why would you do this, Threesev? Why did you let me come? We shouldn’t have gone. If we hadn't gone-”

Threesev groaned and spoke in a raspy voice, “No. Stop.”

Twosev rubbed her hand and kissed it. Shivering slightly out of fear for her life, she moved close to her and knelt while touching her shoulder. Her brown headtail draped over her shoulder and laid on the bed. Threesev caressed her head and moved her close to her chest. She gently stroked her hair and groaned softly as pain shot through her body. She was still alive, but barely.


In Ashaka’s private chamber, the Colonel exercised on the dip machine. Slowly with her belt heavily laden with weights, she exercised her triceps. Her long, platinum Blonde headtail extended over her shoulder and down her body while touching the floor. Growling softly, her wrinkled face was contorted with hate and wrath as well as pain from her workout. The door opened her as Jordai entered. Ashaka curled her lips with hate for her Khan. Jordai placed his arms behind his back and approached. He waited for her to finish.

After a few moments of exercising, Ashaka grunted softly while placing her feet on the ground. Removing the weights, she gripped her fist and growled flexing her arm. Marching forward to face her Khan, she tongued the inside of her scarred jaw. Remembering her obligations, she slammed her fist against her chest and knelt before him. She brought down her fists on the ground and bowed her head.

Averting his gaze, she spoke, “My Khan! What brings you here.”

With the voices in his head silent, Jordai growled softly. Taking the sword from a nearby sheath attached to the wall, he inspected the craftsmanship. Approaching her, he cut the air with the sword and spoke, “To remind you of who is still in power. Rise, Ashaka, and look upon your Eye of Wrath. My Wrath.”

Slowly, she rose to her feet and spaced them while placing her arms behind her back. She snarled, “I know who is in charge.”

Jordai nodded and made his rounds around her, “Do you?”

The Colonel snarled quietly as Jordai approached while pointing the blade toward her. Walking around her, he placed the blunt end on her shoulder near the thick strand of her ponytail. He growled, “I ask, because you don’t seem to know. I’m here to remind you. I know who you are. I know what you are and where you came from. As Khan, I can easily replace you and force you into retirement. As Khan, I have the power to have you recycled.”

Ashaka growled as hate for her Khan boiled. She kept her stance unflinchingly as the sword nicked her shoulder. Keeping her silence, Jordai came closer as the blade almost touched her thick braided head tail, “You were the first of the force sensitive Eir. When the first Khan created the Eir, you were only a pup. A mewling. A weakling. You were small and insignificant. As time passed, the Khan trained the Eir to resist the force powers that created them. He selected the strong from the weak. The weak, he cast them back to the old, dead world Maat and exiled them. He selected the strongest to protect the Kaos Empire against the Jedi and the Sith.”

Jordai came close to her body and placed his hand on her shoulder. He spoke into her ear, “When he finally recognized you as a possible subject, he added you to the recruits vying for the right to be the first for his growing army. He thrust them into combat and forced them to question their own abilities. Do you know what happened in that final test?”

Tensing up her muscles, Ashaka growled, “I killed them all. I slaughtered them. One by one.”

“Why?” Jordai questioned as he gripped the hilt of his blade.

Ashaka tensed her body and re shifted her stance, “They were weak. The Khan only wanted the strongest. There were to be the only one. I refused to go to Maat, so I killed them all to prove myself worthy.”

Jordai nodded, “It was unnecessary. Almost cruel. However, he accepted it and promoted you to Zero. You were the first of many, but you will not be the last. Remember this. If you fail, I have the power as Khan to cast you out. Zero One will replace you because she is more malleable. Easily controlled.”

Ashaka flinched slightly when Jordai backed and slashed her shoulder when he withdrew the blade. Her shoulder bled as he finished he walked around to face her. He growled, “Once you have controlled yourself, I need you on the bridge. I am dealing with an unusual anomaly. I want you there to observe.”

She bowed her head and placed her fist on her chest, “Of course, My Khan.” The Colonel kept her head bowed as Jordai left. He returned the sword in the sheathe and left his second alone in her chamber.
      

Edited by greenhor
Edited to add the color for the headtails. Twosev has Brown hair color. Zero/Ashaka's headtail is Platinum Blonde. Almost white.
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 Chapter Ten

' Balance '

Aescun knelt in her personal room next to the cockpit at the top floor. All around the room were various of her personal things including some weighted equipment for her personal use. At the center was a mat that she sat on. Before her, a Nightsister force crystal glowed softly. Pressing her hands together, she prayed and gathered the force within her. The crystal somewhat made her stronger. Somewhere in her mind, the voice of her father echoed. She replied softly, “I know, Malek. You taught me well. You also taught me to determine the balance between what is good and what is evil.”

Opening her eyes, she growled softly and stood. Turning, she left her private room and made her way down. Seeing her lieutenant standing by watching the force cage, she growled lightly letting him know. Tei looked at her and gulped fearfully as he backed up to give her space. Ignoring him, she refocused her attention at the pale white haired little girl. Rogue stared at her blankly. Suddenly, she felt no fear of the beast. Aescun cocked her head curiously at her changed demeanor. The girl blinked once as her pale blue eyes seemed to twinkle red against the force cage.

Unbeknownst to the beast, Asia’a felt the force surrounding the beast when she meditated in her own chamber. She offered no anger or desire to kill her. Annoyed, the beast snarled baring her fangs. Turning back to Tei, she replied, “You will watch her.”

“But, my Huntress,” Tei started

Aescun snarled with anger and turned. She thrust out her right gauntlet and grabbed him on the throat. Tei grabbed her gauntlet as he whimpered with pain. With a growl, she lifted him from the ground with ease scowling at him with harsh glowing red eyes.

The beast spat angrily, “You will not question me, lieutenant! You may have the respect of the Khan before you, but you do not have mine. Already you have started to question my motives and you reek of fear. She is your responsibility. If you fail, I will kill you. I will feast on you alive in front of your Khan and make you dead, you understand? Now, watch the girl and I will be piloting the Blade. Do not fail me or it will be your last mistake!”

Aescun thrust him back onto the floor and left him with a swish of her cloak. With a single wave of her hand, she deactivated the force cage. She retreated back up the stairs with each heavy stamping of her metal boots against the metallic floor. Tei gulped and stared back at the girl. The girl stared back at him as her fear returned.

As Tei got onto his feet, he made his foot forward. However it startled the girl as she ran off the other direction. She disappeared into the bowels of the small patrol craft. Tei closed his eyes and muttered a silent curse, "Sh--".


Deep within the bowels of the small D5-Mantis patrol craft, Paerilous Blade, Tei searched around the engineering section for the little girl. He was getting annoyed that she hides only too well. Not wanting to fail his huntress, he called out, “Little Jedi, where are you? Come out there!”

The lieutenant tried to listen carefully for the light pitter-patter of steps from the girl he was searching for. When he went around the small console, he noticed a shadow hiding behind an engine so he reached out a bit gently, “Little Jedi, I see you. Stay right there.”

The sound behind the engine made a light gasp of fear as she stumbled a bit. Tei slowly came around behind her and made a move toward. The little pale girl turned for a bit and ran under his arms nimbly making him stumble forward and crashing into the little engine compartment she was hiding in.

The girl ran off and Tei cursed loudly in pain. Then something from out of the force entered his mind and summoned him before his huntress. He had no choice but to let the girl hide some more and obey the Jedi/Sith huntress. She was eviler and does not tolerate failures. Hiding his slight pain and getting his senses back, Tei left the room headed toward the stairs. From inside one of the rooms, the girl continued to stare and watched him leave.

Meanwhile in the cockpit, Aescun was monitoring her pilot station to mark her lane to be sure they are headed back in the same direction they should be. They were still in hypespace. Soon as she sensed the lieutenant behind her, she asked in a cool, calm voice, “Did you find her?”

Tei gulped and responded shaking his head, “No huntress. She keeps slipping from my grasp.”

The armored beast suddenly changed her demeanor as she widened her eyes and let out a snarl baring her fangs. Her glowering dark eyes turned a shade of harsh crimson color as she stood suddenly turning to face him. Her back was arched and her shoulders were forward as her hands was on a claw. She spat harshly, “WHAT?!? I asked you to do one little thing and you still haven’t done it?”

Tei stuttered a bit in fear lowering his head to avoid her red eyes, “I-I tried your huntress, but she-“

The beast shouted as she charged forward flexing her muscle power, “No more excuses!”

Aescun snarled as she grabbed his throat with her left hand. She lifted him off his feet as he whimpered slightly in pain being choked. He grabbed the raised bump on her muscled bicep while grabbing the wrist trying to speak, “My-my huntress, I tried!”

Scowling at the fearful eyes of lieutenant, Aescun snarled and thrust him onto the deck. His head vibrated painfully and rebounded on the metal floor of the second deck. Flipping to his chest, he groaned holding his head. Aescun’s long cloak swished violently as the beast jumped from the second deck and landed feet first as her knees recoiled from the jump. Her cloaked swished again as it covered her right gauntlet.

Rubbing his head and getting up to his feet, Tei turned and quickly followed her. Stopping before the small corridor, Aescun scanned her surroundings with her force sense. She was looking for a vacant spot in her sense of the ship. Finding it, she walked toward the room with the bunk beds. She was angry as her mouth was contorted into a snarl baring her fangs.

She spoke out trying to touch the vacant spot with the force, “Come out there, now!”

Tei watched her and waited. The little girl slowly walked out still afraid. She looked back into Aescun’s harsh crimson scowl. The beast growled at the girl as she spat harshly, “You will come here now!”

The pale thirteen year old stared unblinking. Aescun snarled at her angrily not liking to be stared at. She tried again but Tei approached her slightly and bowed, “My huntress, if I may?”

Aescun snapped her face toward her lieutenant and snarled, “What?!?”

He bowed his head, “Perhaps you can speak to the girl? She seems to listen to you better then I-”

The beast snorted with anger and grabbed his throat with her right gauntlet crushing his neck as he moaned painfully holding onto her strong arm and wrist. She spat, “Are you saying you are useless to me now? I shall kill you then. You have failed me for the last time!”

Her crimson eyes glowed harshly as Tei gasped with pain being brought down to his knees. He could feel his neck bones constrict and pressured to a point of being crushed. Right this moment, Aescun felt someone touching her hand. She looked at noticed the little girl touching her hand and shaking her head as if telling her something. Aescun let out another snort and let go of Tei as the lieutenant sprawled on the floor unconscious.

The little girl pulled her hand toward the Spartan bunk bed and sat on it. The beast cocked her bed as her red eyes seemed to cool back to the point of being dark. She stared at her as if assessing or studying her. Aescun snarled a little again at being stare at, but when she kept trying to read her all she got was a blank from her. It was as if she was protected by a barrier.

Aescun inquired with a snarl, “Do you talk?”

Rogue stared at her and suddenly patted the right side of her as if beckoning her to sit. She pulled on her hand as the beast walked over to sit. She was calmer now somewhat. The little girl was doing something to calm her down somehow. She tried again, “What are you called?”

The thirteen year old cocked her head and touched the side of her jaw where her scar was. The beast snarled baring her fangs at her but the girl stroked her scar line up. Soon, she stroked Aescun’s hair. Aescun was confused by her actions. Why wasn’t the girl afraid of her but scared of Tei? What was about the beast that the little girl did not fear?

Rogue stroked Aescun’s braided hair and around her horns. Aescun spoke again, “You need to talk. You must have a name. What is it? I am Aescun. What are you called?”

She cocked her head curiously as if not understanding her. Aescun responded, “Okay, I will still call you Rogue. You are simply a miscreant, someone who hitches a ride without anyone noticing you. Somehow you do this without detection and yet I cannot read you. You are a Rogue. You are someone who is out of place in a ship like this. Who does not belong? Why is that I cant read you? Are you protected? Are you protecting yourself? Is someone protecting you or are you doing this? Who are you, Rogue?”

Rogue stared back at her with pale blue eyes as if not able to speak yet. She stroked the beast’s hair in a way that is comforting to the beast. Aescun let out an annoyed growl and turned away from her staring to look at her lieutenant lying on the ground. Soon as he finally woke up, he looked straight at his huntress.

Aescun’s eyes glowed red again as she let out an angry snarl and roared at him brandishing her fangs as she inched forward from the bed she was sitting on. Rogue grabbed her on the arm and touched her on the muscles in a way to pull the beast back taming her.

Tei scampered out as Aescun’s eyes returned to the darkness staring at the girl. Rogue looked up at her and resumed stroking her hair. The beast cocked her head and spoke a question, “What are you doing? Why can’t I read you?”

Rogue simply stared at her unsure of what to say. Aescun growled and got up from the bed. Rogue kept her hand on Aescun’s and stood close to her. The pale girl watched the beast bare her fangs slightly a bit to try to scare her off but give up. The little pale girl walked keeping close to the huntress.

Walking up the metal stairs, they reached the second deck and walked a bit toward the cockpit. Feeling a sudden wave of coldness that brushed past her, Rogue gasped with fear and recoiled while gripping Aescun’s hand. Aescun looked down at her with a growl and the Rogue stared back with her unblinking pale blue eyes. Shaking her head, the beast clenched the girl’s hand gently and led her toward the small area on the corner near the observational sphere.

Sitting down before the small armory section, Rogue stared. Aescun tried scanning her mind to break through her mental barrier but it was somehow strong. The beast let out a snort of irritation and turned to see Tei walking up the stairs.

Rogue whimpered a bit trying to hide behind Aescun as Aescun waved her right gauntlet beckoning him over, “Lieutenant, come over here now. I need to clear something between the two of you.”

Rubbing his neck, he managed to hide his discomfort for his huntress and walked over to obey her bowing slightly, “My huntress.”

Keeping her right gauntlet pointed toward Tei with her palm up into a claw, she turned to Rogue and responded, “See? Obedience comes first and naturally from him. He is trained to know and obey. If he cannot, than he is of no use to me.”

Rogue stared at the beast and nodded understanding her. She read from the lieutenant’s mind and guessed. The beast looked back at Tei and snarled clenching her hand. Tei let out a gasp grabbing his throat. Rogue stared at him with both her pale blue eyes wide open wondering what was going on.

Aescun responded, “Now, observe the powers that be. Kneel!”

Tei let out another gasp as he was forced onto his knees with the force. Rogue watched and observed. She placed her arm around Aescun’s left arm and moved slightly forward a bit watching as Tei was forced onto his knees.

Aescun spoke as Tei gasped with discomfort of being choked by a mysterious power, “You see, Rogue. My servant has no choice but to do as I say. Control comes easy from within me because I command it. No harm will come to you because I will it to him. If he ever harms you or does something that is against my will, you let me know and I will punish him severely.”

Rogue nodded slowly as Aescun smiled coldly releasing her grip, “Now begone Lieutenant! Leave us!”

Tei bowed and left hastily. Aescun was about to rise but Rogue held her back and stared at her dark eyes. She gulped and pressed against her chest. She opened her mouth to speak, “Name is Asia’aia Il’ithium.”

Aescun looked at her a little surprised. She had noticed that the little girl had lowered her mental barrier a bit too for the beast. Searching her mind, Aescun realized that Rogue was slowly starting to trust her.


Name is Asia’aia Il’ithium.”

Her name echoed around the beast’s mind as Jedi/Sith Huntress stared back at the thirteen year old girl. Aescun nodded as she sat back down with Asia’aia wrapping her hands around her new guardian’s strong left arm. She stared back at the beast’s tame dark eyes with her own unblinking pale blue eyes as if waiting for her to speak.

Aescun had something to say and she spoke first with a question, “Okay, you can talk? Tell me, how did you come to be here? Where are you from?”

Asia’aia stared back unsure. She cocked her head still reading and assessing the beast’s mind. Aescun nodded and assured her while baring of her fangs with a snarl, “It is okay, Rogue. You are safe with me.”

The pale girl stared back and responded with a few sentences, “Sarkhai. I was born from a noble family. My family took me from there to Coruscant when I was three. They said I had potential, but I do not understand what this means. I was to go to Coruscant to be assessed by them and to be determined if my potential should be utilized.”

Aescun thought for a bit and continued with her questions, “What happened next?”

She stared and Aescun noticed her tear ducts getting wet. Asia’aia was going through something in her mind as she spoke, “When I turned five, my family’s noble vessel was attacked and pillaged by pirates. They had killed my parents. Somehow the men missed me as I slipped into their vessel. I do not understand how, but I slipped detection and left. I became lost and drifted from one place to another.”

Aescun studied her for several moments. Malek was right about that part. However, she did not mention him at all. Something else was afoot. Tears formed on Asia’aia’s face and streaked down. Taking her right gauntlet, she gently wiped tears off her face with the side of her sharp nail. The girl was just like the beast. Both were orphans. Both were adopted and raised. Aescun’s parents were a mystery and wherever records of where she came from were already destroyed. Her lord Paerilous Khan told her so.

The huntress responded to the girl, “Your parents were right. You do have potential. You are fortunate that I have saved you from a life of solitary and loneliness. Do you realize who you are?”

The girl shook her head and Aescun growled lightly as she offered her cold smile with a cold response, “You are Umbaran, a force sensitive. That means you have the ability to sense and detect those with the aura as well as manipulate the energies surrounding you and us. Haven’t you noticed by now?”

The girl slowly shook her again still silent. Aescun explained, “The force surrounds us. It binds us together by fate and we draw strength from it. It is a mystical force and a mystery. Yet it is there for us to utilize and control it for our uses. There are two types of beings that could use it. One side is the Jedi. They use this power for their own benefit of good for the light side of the force brings good things that require patience and understanding of the uses. Most would view the Jedi to be weak because of their goodness but I do not believe that. It is what makes them strong.”

The girl listened as Aescun took her left hand and stroked Asia’aia’s white hair while continuing her lesson, “The Jedi bring peace and justice into their old ancient order. Through generations throughout history, the Jedi uses patience, tolerance, logic among other things to remain calm in the face of their enemies or their allies in order to bring balance. Lately and only recently that order has been destroyed and thrown into chaos. Only a few those are left are in hiding and who knows where the rest of them are?”

“Sith are another form of beings but darker as they do not use the force for good. They command the force and use it for their own selfish purpose of doing evil. Everything that was immoral was easy for them as they manipulate the force into their own willingness to do harm. At least some of them were the reason for the downfall of the Jedi Order. They were much too strong as they sent their deadly assassins to murder the Jedi. Their homeworld resides on Korriban where I had the opportunity to learn the ways of the dark side of the force. It was an unpleasant experience, the one that I do not want to go through again. I believe the Sith uses the force for the wrong reason and it is my duty as a Sith Huntress to deal with them as such if they threaten me or harm me again in any way.”

Asia’aia looked upon her and offered her voice as she asked her question, “Which are you?”

Aescun raised her eyebrow as she looked upon the girl with a smirk responding, “I am neither Jedi nor Sith but I am both. I am Eir. I was brought into the Kaos Empire and raised into their beliefs that the Jedi and the Sith are both wrong. It is difficult to explain. I walk a thin line between morality and immorality. It has to do with something of how I was raised to believe. Paerilous Khan teaches that all force sensitives are easily corrupted or swayed to become Sith no matter of what they are. He taught me that Jedi that can use the force can easily abuse this power for their gain or profit. Jedi and Sith are easily malleable and swayed to become emotional. After my training on Korriban, I slowly understood through pain and torture by my Sith instructor that Khan was right.”

There was a pause in the beast’s tone as the little girl listened. She cocked her head with curiosity as Aescun finished, “As my entire body was wrenched with the dark force energies of lighting, it left scars upon my body that I carried for the rest of my life as a reminder. I slowly changed and understood. For that, I killed my master. Not out of vengeance for what he had done to me, but for what was right for me to do. He had to die so that he won’t corrupt or torture any more people than what he did to me. He humiliated and used me in such a way to push me further into the dark side. I have no qualms about it.”

Aescun came close to her as she stroked her cheek with her right nailed finger. She whispered to her with a question, “Do you want to know what happened to him?”

The girl gulped and nodded slowly. The beast smirked and continued, “So I murdered him. I killed him with his own lightning energy that I managed to deflect or absorbed. I used all my hate and rage. He was so proud of his achievement that he increased his power tenfold, but that was his undoing for I multiplied his power and deflected the energy to surround him. His own awareness blinded him and in his rage and hatred he failed to realize what I meant to do. It took five minutes, but when I released him his charged lighting shell exploded inwards killing him and exploded the very room he was in. There weren’t remains left as it was all a charred mess in the scorched room. Once I was satisfied that he wouldn’t hurt me anymore, I escaped Korriban barely and went back to Khan. He was my father who helped me so I stayed loyal. As long as he provides for me, I remain on his side as his personal Jedi and Sith hunter.”

Asia’aia looked into her dark eyes and spoke with another question, “How do you feel afterwards?”

Aescun let out a scoff and shrugged as she explained, “You would know this or you would not have ask this. You’ve been reading my emotions, thoughts, and feelings. What do you know about it?”

The little girl shrugged and spoke with another question, “I don’t know. What is it about my potential?”

The beast snarled and dismissed her with her right gauntlet, “I do not know. This is something you have to figure out for yourself because I do not know what to do with you. I am giving you a benefit of doubt to see what you are, but if you fail I will send you away. I cannot take care of you so you will listen to my lieutenant. Stay close to him. He will watch you. Understand? He follows me, so if I order him, then he will follow that order to the letter. No matter what or he will die and you will be sent away.”

“Oh,” Asia’aia responded and became silent looking down.

Aescun bared her fangs and let out a quiet snarl as she responded coldly, “Now I am finished explaining myself. Now, begone. Go and find my lieutenant, Rogue. Do it now, or face my wrath.”

Asia’aia gulped and lowered her head down before Aescun’s stare. She lightly stepped away quickly with the realization that the beast was finished with her for now. Aescun scowled at the girl trying to assess her thoughts again. However, her mental barrier went up again to protect herself.

To the beast, Asia’aia was nothing but a pawn. An uncertain pawn that down the road will eventually show her potential. If she fails, however, then Asia’aia would no longer be her problem. She would be Jordai Khan’s problem and be sent away to become a slave in the mines or killed. Either one works because the end result is the same for her. Force sensitives were a dangerous mix. Potentials who haven’t yet realized their worth will be hunted down and killed. If they are too young, they will be spared only to be sent away locked up under the watchful eye of their masters.


The thirteen year old walked down the steps to the first level of the Blade. She turned to the back of Tei and stared. Tei was working on a bench modding his gun when he paused and looked up. Turning around, he noticed the girl. He stared back studying her. Putting aside his tools, he made a move forward. The thirteen year old took off in another direction toward the cabin area. Tei let out sigh and muttered with a shrug, “Really? Kids-”

From above in deck two, Aescun looked down toward her lieutenant and shouted, “Lieutenant!”

He looked up and responded wondering, “Huntress?”

Aescun smiled at him coldly and smirked, “Stay down with her. You will remain and you will keep her in your sights until you discover what her potential is. You will not come back to me unless I have results. Is that understood?”

Tei hastily responded as he bowed his head, “Of course, huntress. I will not fail.”

Aescun briefly glared at him as her eyes glowed red for a moment before returning to normal. She responded venomously, “This is the third time you have failed, so this is your chance to make up for your failures by proving your worth. This babysitting duty is nothing compared to your other duties, but if you fail this one. Then what use are you to me?”

She left him to think about it some more, so Tei gulped his fear and walked forward to search for the little girl again.


Aescun returned to the cockpit and walked to check on her coordinates. The ship exited hyperspace as Coruscant appeared in her screens. Tapping a few commands, she count down on the minutes as the ship itself came close to orbit the large, orange city world. It was where her quarry, Jaskqe Ruskt, ran to.

Quietly, she smirked and remarked to herself, “Coruscant. No wonder you ran here. You are trying to shake your predator off. Well, it will not work this time. Not with me hard on your heels.”

Closing her eyes, she bowed her head and exhaled before looking up and opening her eyes. She whispered softly, “I hope you’re ready, Malek. Go. Disappear. I will not disappoint you, my Khan.”

As the Paerilous Blade rumbled past through the clouds, a small cloak ship unlatched itself from the bottom of the vessel and drove off at a different direction. It eventually uncloaked and disappeared into the clouds as the Blade’s engines roared while pushing the vessel toward the nearest largest city.
     

 

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 Chapter Eleven

Disgrace

In the armoury room of the Crimson Daeger, blaster fire could be heard hitting the holo targets in the training room. A singular, large heavy-set Vanguard with a long, flowing cloak kept his arms behind his back as he walked along the line. Before him were several of the trainees shooting their targets with blaster rifles. Stoic and emotionless, he stared upon them and studied their form. Tapping once with a pole he carried, he made sure some of their form were perfect and flawless. They obeyed his command and continued firing as the holo targets appeared and disappeared at will.

Reaching the end of the firing lane, a holo comm rang on his wrist. Activating it, he bowed before the tiny holo of his commander, “Zero!”

Ashaka replied, “Vanguard Zero One, Report to my chambers at once.”

The holo ended with him still bowing his head. Turning, he yelled above the blaster fire, “VeeZeroTwo. You are in charge. Take over.”

Vanguard Zero Two “VCTwo” saluted as Vanguard Zero One turned grabbing his helmet. He marched out of the armoury as the doors shut.


Across the corridor of the Crimson Daeger, Zee marched along the ground. She was fast and agile for her lean muscular frame while carrying her helmet on her side. The tall Eir Sentinel remained stoic but commanded respect from her subordinates as they made way for her and bowed their heads. Her long, thick braided head tail rested across her shoulder. Her cloak swished behind her as she faced her fellow Vanguard. Vanguard Zero One stood in silence. Saluting each other with their fists bashing against their chest, she spoke calling him by his name, “Klyde!”

“Zee,” Klyde replied as he placed his arms down and nodded his head respectfully, “After you.”

Zee nodded and entered her commander’s private chambers. It beeped scanning her and her counterpart. The doors unlocked just for them. As the doors opened, they walked through toward the center of the room and bashed their fists against their chest.

From across them, they watched the heavyset female Eir lift a thick rod over her shoulders. Several thick, heavy weights were placed in the rod. Ashaka grunted with effort as she squatted and growled while pushing her heavy weight. Exercising her body, she finished several of her her reps while Zee watched patiently without emotion for the duration of five additional minutes. She unflinchingly watched as Zero banged the rods against the handles.

Ashaka gripped the rods and moved backwards under it to flex her massive arms. Feeling the power coursing through her, she snarled and turned to face her second. Griping her fists, she pumped her arms and lumbered toward them. Sweat coursed down her forehead and her physique. Zee gulped silently and kept her face straight while Klyde remembered his training and stared without emotion. Ashaka walked around them studying their form. Finishing her circle around them, she crossed her arms behind her back and spaced her legs before commanding her Sentinel, “Report, Sentinel Zero One!”

Keeping her fist against her chest, Zee bowed her head and knelt on one knee. Klyde stood stoically as he listened, “Everything is ready as per your command, Zero. Preparations has been made. If I may, Zero.”

Ashaka turned from her and growled, “You may inquire, Zero One. You are after all my apprentice.” She walked toward the table and picked up her bottle. Uncapping the canister, she drank her fill to replenish her lost electrolytes and picked out the datapad.

Keeping her head bowed, she inquired, “Recent events has me concerned. With the overthrow of the third Khan and the take over of the fourth, I fear the rules might be changed. Your dishonorable battle with Sentinel Three Seven, for starters.”

Ashaka interrupted her with a growl and tossed her canister across the room, “You’re right. The rules changed and it’s time for us to keep up. Klyde and Zee, read this and sign it. You two are sworn to obey.”

Klyde watched her as Zee looked up and accepted the padd. Looking over it, her eyes widened as she lightly gasped. For a moment, she lost her stoic composure and appeared concerned. Ashaka studied her. Intrigued at her facial change, she wrapped her arms behind her back and growled, “Concerns?”

“They,” Zero One gulped and spoke, “The changes seem extreme. Restrictions placed on R and R. Times changed for early awakenings. Longer train-”

Zee bowed her head as Ashaka spoke, “There will be changes. No longer will the Eir grow soft. We will be strong against the face of our enemies. Sign it. The Khan looked it over and signed it himself. As my second, you are required. Refusal will not be tolerated.. I will find another. You will be replaced. Recycled. Forgotten.”

Zero One bowed her head and signed it without hesitation. As her stoic expression returned, she replied as her voice returned, “Your will is mine to command, Zero.”

“Good. Within the datapad is a list of numbers to be recycled. I expect them to be in a group and ready to go. Prepare the Sentinels. Same routine, Klyde. Dismissed,” she scowled at them.

Under the watchful eye of her commander, Zee bowed her head and stood. She rammed her fist against her chest as they both shouted in sync, “Yes, Zero.”

Holding her helmet, Zero One turned as the cloak swished around. Klyde did the same routine and followed Zee. She marched out as her stoic, emotionless face remained. Ashaka watched them leave and watched the doors closed. She smirked coldly and snarled lightly with hate.


In the medical ward, One Three approached Two Seven with a datapad. She offered her words, “Threesev will be okay. We mended her broken bones and covered her left eye with a bandage. However, she will need an ocular replacement and I am still waiting on the request to have her eye fixed.”

Twosev stood and stared at her, “What request? Do it. Now!”

One Three sighed shaking her head, “The request must be approved first by Zero.”

At that name, Twosev growled and shook her head, “To hell with that! Can you fix her eye without it?”

“I,” Thirteen started before the door was opened violently. Ashaka marched in and glared at the medical doctor. One Three stammered and backed up, “Zero. I stand at attention.”

Fear motivated her to move and avert her gaze. However, Twosev stood stoically in defiance of her and scowled with anger. Ashaka glared back into her eyes and snarled. Wearing the sleeveless colonel uniform, her long cape flowed and ended near her heels. Her long, braided head tail extended over her shoulder and hung beneath her waist. Gripping her fist, she growled, “Careful, Two Seven. Unless you want to end up like Three Seven. Weak.”

Threesev gripped her hand and moaned, “No-”

However, Two Seven snapped her hand away and growled, “Don’t call her weak.”

Insulted, Ashaka charged forward with a roar. Grabbing her head, she punched her jaw. One Three kept her head down. Ashaka elbowed her face as Twosev stumbled back. Ashaka grabbed the tube that attached Threesev to the life machine. The bloodied Sentinel raised her hand and shouted, “No, don’t!”

Ashaka growled, “You don’t get to make demands. Not while I hold her life in my hand. You have a choice. Either submit. Respect me. Remember your obligations and kneel. Or she dies by my hand!”

Keeping her hand forward, Two Seven growled softly and shook her head. Slowly she knelt before her and whispered, “Please. Please, don’t kill her.”

“Why not? I despise weakness. You are no different,” Ashaka growled. Releasing the tube, she marched forward and grabbed Two Seven by the throat. She gasped struggling with her grip. Ashaka lifted her and spat, “Remember your obligations. As a sentinel, you are sworn follow the commands to the letter. You know what you have to do. Either you recycle her or she will be exiled. If she returns from her exile, she will be recycled for her dishonor.”

Two Seven whimpered softly and spoke while bowing her head, “I do, Zero. I won’t hesitate.”

Without hesitating, Ashaka dealt a blow against her stomach. Two Seven groaned and sank to her knees as she spat, “Good, now get her filth out of my sight. I never want to see her again.”

Zero turned away as Two Seven whimpered softly on the ground. Stopping before the Eir medical doctor, she smirked, “Oh, and as for that request to have her eye replaced. I burned it. To ashes.”

Slowly as Twosev stood, she gasped softly as Ashaka stared at her with coldness. She whispered, “No.”

Ashaka growled, “One Three. You will obey your commanding officer and cease all operations on Three Seven. Is that understood?”

Thirteen gasped suddenly and spoke, “But, the Eir medical code commands.”

She glared and spat, “Are you questioning your commanding officer?”

Thirteen shook her head and bowed, “No, Zero. Your word is my command. I will cease all operations effective immediately!”

“Good,” Ashaka smirked and turned away to leave as she finished, “Now report to Zero One. She requests your presence in the Sentinel briefing room.”

Two Seven gasped softy as Thirteen turned to face her. She exhaled sadly with regret, “I apologize. I am obligated to follow the direct order of my superior. I suggest you do the same.”

Twosev scowled at her and shook her head as Thirteen closed the curtain to give them privacy. She gently caressed her sister’s hand. Moving gently into her bed, she cuddled with her sister by digging her arm across her back. Three Seven painfully moaned as Two Seven mumbled, “Sorry.”

Twosev caressed her sister’s head and kissed her crown while stroking her shaved head. She kept her in a tight embrace and whispered, “Please, go to sleep. Everything will be alright, I promise. I won’t let you get recycled. We’ll fly somewhere together, okay?”

Three sniffed and dug deeper into her chest as they slumbered together on the bio bed.


Jordai stood on the bow of his bridge glaring at the viewscreen. A small, dark anomaly formed and slowly swirled. Behind him, the doors of the lift opened. He smirked as he recognized the stench of his second. He snapped, “You are late, Colonel Teyno.”

Ashaka scowled with hate. Keeping her composure, she marched across the long bow that stretched across the bridge. She smashed her fist against her chest guard and knelt, “Apologies, my Khan.”

He waved his hand as she stood, “No matter. Observe your Khan.”

She bowed her head as he returned his attention on the viewscreen. His lieutenant gave his report, “My Khan. I have finished my analysis. This shudder we felt has never been happened before in a long time. However, it was strong enough for this anomaly to form. No other force in this galaxy can make this.”

Walking closer, he murmured, “But a someone strong in the force could. A force sensitive.”

“Yes sir,” the lieutenant finished his assessment.

Gripping his fist, Jordai snarled, “Did you pick up the trail of the Paerilous Blade?”

“Yes sir. It ends to the location of Coruscant.”

Jordai smirked, “Then get to it. We are moving to Coruscant. I need answers. Now!”


In the Sentinel briefing room, Zee entered the door as it opened. She slammed her boots on the ground as all the Sentinels stood at attention. Thirteen approached her and pounded her fist against her chest, “Zee. I must inform you that Zero ordered me to cease all operations on Three Seven.”

Zee looked down at her stoically and inquired, “I see, One Three. What about it?”

Thirteen protested, “But, the Eir Medical commands that I operate on all injured biological, even if they are incapacitated. It clearly overrides any and all order set by the Commander herself.”

Zee exhaled and nodded, “I know. Did you follow her order.”

“Yes, but-” Thirteen tried.

“Take your place, Thirteen,” Zee cut her off and walked past her as Thirteen exhaled with a huff. She returned to her place as Zee looked around without emotion. She shouted, “Sentinels! At attention!”

The rhythmic thuds vibrated the deck of the briefing room. She spoke, “Good. I see you followed my instructions and separated into several groups. It’s important that you do.”

Zee gulped softly but kept her stoic gaze upon her sisters. Silence filled the air as all eyes looked at her. Two Seven was concerned and stood at attention. Zee’s flowing long, dark chestnut head tail crossed her shoulder and hung below her waist. It was almost the same size and the same thickness like Zero.

Zee looked at each and every one of her sisters eyes. Finally, she spoke loudly breaking the silence, “All of you. You all are my sisters. We all are the same for we all are clones. The only difference is our numbers. Our designations. Our nicknames is what separates us Eir. I am Zee. I was formally Two Seven. That was how I got my nickname. You all know this story. I told you a million times and it is still the same. I was Two Seven. Zee. Before I became Zero One I was honored with that nickname. Do you remember the war that happened years ago? Do you?”

Silence reverberated among the room as they all know to be silent while their elder sister speaks. The tall Eir Sentinel turned around in the room and walked about while speaking, “But first, let me remind you of our history. How we came to be. Once, there was a world known as Maat. It was a haven for force users. The Jedi and the Sith were exiled to this world. As their ships fell from the sky, they made their peace there. Peace! Between Jedi and Sith. There is an ancient, old story about the world. A strong, powerful force crystal held the world together. Harm it and the world dies.”

Zee turned her head around and spoke, “The crystal tamed their hearts. Tempered them as they were forced to make their peace and work together. It worked for a time. No longer do they call themselves Jedi or Sith. Instead, they called themselves the Krea. They harnessed the force energies and created a balance between light and dark. The Krea were at peace. They grew as a civilization and cultivated the world. The crystal paid them back as their bodies became stronger with the force. The power of the crystal coursed through their bodies making them resistant to the force. That is, until they came.”

Zee looked upon her sisters with the same unchanging and unemotional stoic expression as her tone reverberated in the room, “They called themselves the Kaos Empire. The Paerilous Khan at that time was an Iktotchi named Taiken. He was a force sensitive being that could predict and see into the future. He foresaw a need of a new race. Among the force sensitive Krea, he created the first force sensitive Eir. For several years, he combined, experimented and created the first batch of Eir that could resist the mysterious power that binds us together.”

Zee paused as she gazed upon each of her sisters eyes and turned her attention to the other side of the room. She spoke loudly, “In that instant, he was betrayed. In his delayed foresight, another took his place as the new Paerilous Khan. No one knows his name or who he is as he always wore a cloak and a mask. He murdered Taiken and threw him into the bowels of the force sensitive world. He took the Eir for himself and set fire on the world of Maat. He destroyed the planet and the Krea with one blow turning Maat into a dead wasteland. The crystal laid bare and vulnerable. The new Khan shattered the crystal that held the planet together. Soon and slowly, the world was dying as he withdrew his fleet.”

The young sentinels remained silent as Zee continued her story, “From the first generation of Eir, he trained and created an army. Zero was one of them. He wanted the strongest. He favored her. She was only five years fully grown. Zero killed and slaughtered all of the trainees in the room. She came out bloodied and angry. Khan designated her Zero for she had no other name. From there, he created the second generation of Eir and designated them with numbers starting with Zero for both male and female. Only fourteen were selected of the twenty-four that were created. He recycled the rest and created a third generation with an upgrade.”

Zee paused and gulped to recover her breath. She exhaled, “They were designated with numbers starting with One and ended up with fourteen again. He continued with another generation with another upgrade to make them better than the previous. I was created with the fourth generation and became Two Seven. Until the fifth generation of clones, someone stopped him. Realizing the scope of what he had done and what he was planning, his assistant plotted to kill him. He was a Mirialan. When he became an apprentice of the second Khan, he learned everything that was to know about him. Once he had enough, he plotted to have him killed and usurp his power to create the Eir. With the fifth generation of clones, the new Khan created you all. Designated Three Eir Clones ending with the number thirty-six.”

The Sentinels stood and listened to her story as Zee paused allowing them absorb her lesson. She cleared her throat, “The fifth generation of clones were different. You all were born in embryos. Khan took care of each and every one of you. He fathered you all and was your mother as well. Using patience and a strong will, he taught you all and trained you to become Eir. The fifth generation was the first generation of Eir to be grown, to think, to learn and to understand logically. Never in the four generations of Eir were we allowed to think for ourselves. He was your first teacher and I was your first advisor and caretaker.”

As she faced Two Seven, Zee studied her. Twosev gulped and remained silent as she spoke, “He brought about a new age for the Eir. He created laws and edicts. He taught us about the evils of the universe and what to do about it. He was the first Khan to show leniency. During his reign, he began the recycling process of weeding out the old first generation of Eir once they past their prime. All except for Zero. She was an exception and for good reason. For a time there was peace that is until the generation of the sixth Eir. Now, what he never knew would change his whole process. When he attempted to alter the solution the previous Khan made by adding the recycled Eir, it corrupted the source code that created us. It turned the sixth generation of Eir evil and they turned against the fleet. They were more monsters than human and slaughtered half the population of Eir.”

Silence filled the briefing room again as she looked around the room. There was sadness in the air as they all knew the story. She shouted, “There was war and death. As the Khan tried to retake control, Zero took the lead and charged headfirst. Waves upon waves of the gen six came out of the bioship. There was no stopping them as they took control. She slaughtered them all. By fist, by blade and by rifle, she massacred them. However, when the war ended, casualties were high. They were way too high. The Khan’s bioship took a huge blow. Once they had stopped the insurrection, the damage was done. Zero and the Khan changed. They become colder. Stricter. Distant. Almost evil. It changed the course of the Kaos empire and thrust them into a turmoil.”

Zee cleared her throat as her tone became softer, “Fortunately, the fifth generation were safe from harm. He replaced the ranks that were lost to the insurrection. Sentinel Zero One and Vanguard Zero One lost their lives defending their commander. Zero asked nothing more than that as she sacrificed them for her Khan by sealing them in with the last of the gen six. From there, she hit the switch and incinerated them all. I replaced Zero One while Klyde, who like yourself was a fifth generation Eir, replaced Vanguard Zero One. I became your advisor. I guided you all and ushered you all into your new roles. Twosev.”

Two Seven shifted in her feet and stood taller but remained shorter than her by a huge gap. Zee stared at her and nodded, “You were chosen to take my place. There is no greater honor of being chosen.  Thirteen. You also were chosen from a select few of the fifth generation with a medical profession to take the place of One Three. I was proud of you all and still am. I still love you all and still want to protect you all.”

Zee sighed as Twosev approached her and took her hand. She inquired, “What is it? What’s going on?”

She looked at her oddly and replied, “You really want to know, huh?”

Before Two could respond, the door opened as Ashaka marched in. Zee shoved her lightly back into line and stood straight whole barking a command, “Sentinels, at attention!”

As the Sentinels stood at attention, Ashaka ignored them and walked straight for Zee. Zee spoke, “The sentinels are ready for your inspection, Zero!”

“Good,” Zero nodded and crossed her arms behind her back. Looking among the room, her eyes fell on Two Seven. She snarled and spat at Zee, “Zero One, why isn’t Two Seven with the group to be recycled.”

Twosev gasped with shock as Zee slammed her fist against her chestplate and bowed, “I beg you, my commander, please. I wish to bring Two Seven under my wing and retrain her. Spare her, please.”

Growling softly, she hated it when people go over her head. Scowling at Two Seven, she returned her attention at Zee and approached her with a snarl, “So be it, but let that be the last time you show mercy. Never override my direct command ever again or I will recycle you. You will be replaced and forgotten. Remember that.”

Keeping her head bowed, Zee replied, “I thank you, my commander. You will not be disappointed.”

Ignoring her, Ashaka snarled and returned to the door. Stopping a few paces, she scowled at the group watching her and snapped, “And Zero One, get that group out of my sight. Do not delay the recycling process once it begins.”

Zee kept her silence and bowed. Two Seven slowly walked toward her and touched her arm. She mumbled, “Thank you.”

A low grow escaped Zee’s throat when she scowled at Two Seven. Seeing the change in her face, she gasped and backed away as Zee crossed her arms behind her back and walked in front of her. Two gasped and stumbled back into the line as Zee growled softly, “Two Seven, I do not do this lightly or out of mercy. I do this because taking my name and my place as Two Seven is a great honor. To even dishonor the name that is Two Seven. Twosev.”

Two sensed that she was growing angry. She gulped and listened, “You dishonor me again ever, I will recycle you myself. That goes to you all. My sisters. I am here for you. However, step out of line especially in front of Zero, then I will have no choice but to discipline you all. Thirteen, you talk to me again in that tone that you just did before, then I will have no choice but to report you for that infraction. If Zero wants you to cease all operations on the injured, you will do so without question, is that understood?”

Thirteen gulped and pounded her fist against her chest while bowing her head. Zee looked around at her sisters. Keeping her stoic face emotionless, she shouted, “The commander and I will not toleration anyone who step out of line. I will not tolerate you talking to me behind her back. If she makes this order, she speaks with my voice and I hers.”

Zee refocused her attention on Twosev and replied, “Two Seven, you have two choices. First, you will take Three Seven and you will leave this place. Three Seven is an exile. To have her return is to recycle her. There is no way for her to repent for her dishonor. However, you do have a choice. If you do return, expect changes to happen. You will no longer refer to me as Zee. Instead, I am designated Zero One. You are expected to follow my commands. If not, you will be replaced, recycled and forgotten.” She shouted reinforcing her words.

Twosev gulped and nodded as the emotionless Zee turned toward the exit. She shouted, “As you were, Sentinels. You, come with me.”

As Zee stopped before the exit, she growled angrily and turned toward the small group of her sisters. She shouted, “Now!”

The small group of Sentinels jumped and followed her. Two Seven gulped harshly. As one of them touched her shoulder, Twosev began to cry. All the Sentinels huddled together and offered their console as they all hugged her. Two sniffed and held their arms as she laid her head against another shoulder.

 
Jordai walked back and forth in his private chamber. Staring at his reflection at his new mirror, he snarled lightly. Suddenly, a flashing light beeped on his comm channel. The voice in his head interrupted his train of thought.

' What is it now? Does your subjects even know the meaning of private time? '

Ignoring the voice in his head, he marched over and pressed the comm. The comm warbled and uttered an eerie tone. He suddenly felt hairs grow at the back of his neck when the voice emitted a sudden squeal. Widening his eyes with fear, he backed up slowly as a holo image cam on. An unusual alien being known as an Abyssin appeared. It’s singular, cyclopic eye blinked once as it snarled, “Jooorrrdaaaiii. I knows you. You have crosssed my pathssss. The onessss I had an accoorrddsss with issss deadssss. Deadsss by youuurrr handssss!”

Fearing the dark, deadly creature Jordai gulped and managed to stuff his fear of the hellish creature. Finding his courage, he shouted, “Who are you?”

“Seshryu! One who hidddesss in darknesss. You allll preysss. The predator hunttsss. Wantssss blooooddsss! Give tribute or diesss by Seshryu’s handdsss!”

He pointed his finger toward the shady, shimmering hologram and shouted, “You don’t scare me! Come at me, wherever you are!”

Seshryu screamed, “Have nooo fearrr, Eiiirrrrr, forrrr Seshryn has sssstarted its campaginssss! You have been warnssss. Tributesss or dieessss! Messaaagggeeeeee completteeee!”

The holo blipped off leaving Jordai taken aback by the message. The voice in his head mused

' What in the universe was that? '

Jordai mumbled softly, “Nothing good. It seems, I am not the one that is bad. My father. If that filth worked for my father or if Malek worked for him, then they must be stopped. By my word and my promise, I will find him. Him and my father if he still live. I will stop them both. They are danger to the fleet and the future.”

 

The marching of footsteps by Zee echoed among the deckplates as the rejected Sentinels followed her. The sisters appeared confused and scared. Zee remained objective and unemotional as she stopped before the door. Tapping a few commands, the door opened as she exhaled a breath before walking through. Approaching the drop ship, the airlock opened. The sentinels followed her into the small cargo hold. Before she reach the cockpit, one of the Sentinels grabbed her on the arm. Zee turned her with a glare as the rejected Sentinel protested, “Zee. You can talk to the Commander, right? Tell her its all a mistake. That we can go back to the barracks. Please.”

Wresting her arm off, Zee pushed her back in and closed the door. Locking it behind her, she turned toward the pilot console. On her her left was the co pilot seat specifically for her counterpart, ‘Klyde’. After a few moments of pre flight checking, the door opened behind her. Klyde entered and took his place on her left before the co pilot seat of the dropship. She finally spoke breaking the silence, “You got them ready?”

Klyde grumbled softly and spoke clearing his throat, “Yes. The Vanguards she chose to be recycled is back there.”

The dropship rumbled and flew out of the landing bay of the Crinson Daeger. Its destination was the bioship docked next to the large refinery vessel. After a long silence, Klyde broke it, “Are we sure we should do this?”

Zee kept her unemotional silence and composure while focused on the settings at her console. She studied the viewscreen. Klyde looked at her and sighed, “How could you go along with this? These are our people. Our culture. And we’re recycling them? We only do that with old and mortally injured Eir. These Eir in that cargo space are young and healthy.”

Zee looked at him and responded bluntly, “It’s part of our natural cycle. It’s what we are. We have no choice. We rid of the old and bring out the new. It’s a life cycle that must continue.”

Klyde faced her and spoke, “But we have a choice! When the fifth gen of third Eir clone were born, we were grown. We were taught to question the universe. We struggle to understand, but once we understand the truth, we discard them? Why? We are essentially killing them.”

Zee shook her head, “No. Not killing them. Rebirth. Klyde, you forget. They are being reborn and you will not question Zero’s command. Not now. Not ever.”

“Zee, you couldn’t possibly understand being gen four,” Klyde looked at her with a pleading face.

Zee interrupted him with an unemotional response, “And you will refer to me as Sentinel Zero One, from now on. Question this again, and I will have no choice but to report you, Vanguard Zero One.”

Klyde looked at her and exhaled. Shaking his head, he returned his attention to the viewscreen and muttered, “This is wrong, Zee and you know it.”

Ignoring him, Zee moved the dropship close to the bioship’s airlock and spoke, “I got my part of the coordinates. Do you have your end, Vanguard Zero One.”

Exhaling a sigh, Klyde tapped a few commands and received a few numbers from her end. The bioship rumbled as they connected with the airlock. He nodded with an unemotional response, “I got your part of the coordinates. Docked and ready. I will get my Vanguards ready. You?”

They turned to face each other and saluted by pounding their fists against their chest armor. She nodded and left first. She glared at the mishmash of her Sentinels. They weren’t lined up properly, so she shouted, “Sentinels, at attention!”

Obediently, they responded. Keeping her face stoic, she shouted on her way out, “Sentinels, march!”

They marched out in sequence leaving the rejected Vanguards on the other side of small cargo hold standing. Klyde came out and placed his arms behind his back. He looked at his soldiers without emotion. They all stared back and awaited his command. Klyde exhaled softly and nodded before moving out with them following.

Zee marched quickly toward the Sentinels deck with the rejected lagging behind as they struggled to keep up with the tall Eir Sentinel. Entering a new room, Zee marched toward the platform and turned. Looking at her Sentinels, she shouted, “Sisters!”

Remembering what Klyde told her, she exhaled shaking her head. Zee had no choice and she would die before disobeying a command from Zero. She shouted, “Step forward across the line.”

As the group looked down at the floor, they noted the line. Stepping forward, several hatches from across them opened. Standing tubes moved toward them. While keeping her tone gentle, Zee shouted, “You all know the process of recycling. Its hard to describe, so I will be clear. It is not death. It is not execution. It is criminal to even kill our own. To kill our own means instant recycling or exile. This programming is imprinted into our skull since second generation of Eir after Zero.”

Keeping her arms behind her back, she looked at her sisters without emotion, “We all are clones. Never forget this. We aren’t born. We are made and remade to be better than our counterparts. Although you all are gen five third Eir clones, you are still created from machines that grew you from cocoons. You all grow from a child like stage. Once you mature, your training begins. Once you grow old, your abilities start to degrade. Thus begins the recycling process that converts your bio mass and implanted into the bioship to create more clones. The process is clean and painless. You will feel nothing.”

When she pressed the button, the tube opened. The young sentinels gasped  as she spoke, “You all will be reborn into the gen eight sixth Eir clones. The fifth gen seventh have already been created into cocoons and are growing inside the bioship. You all will have the honor of improving the sixth Eir clones with no memory of the previous. Step forth!”

They hesitated and questioned her order. Zee looked upon then and shouted again, “Sentinels! Attention!”

The thrumming sound of her Sentinels resounded as she shouted, “Step forth!”

Following her commands to the letter, they walked into the tubes and turned as the glass lowered to lock them in. They were fearful. However, their fears were soothed when Zee spoke softly, “The process is painless. Do not worry. It is not death. It is rebirth. Renewal. You will become better than the next generation as the next generation after you will be stronger for it.”

Moving her hand over the yellow button, she pressed down as she spoke, “The Paerilous Khan thanks you for your service!”

As she pressed the button, the chambers activated and lit up. The rejected Sentinels gasped as they disappeared slowly in the blindening light. The lights hummed and vibrated the deck for a few moments before vanishing leaving behind nothing. Zee stood there for a long time. Placing her arms behind her back, she felt a tear drop trickle down her face. Sniffing, she regained her composure and wiped her tears away before exiting the platform.

Edited by greenhor
Updated chapter to include the description of the Recycling process. I felt it was needed to explain it better. This chapter is the longest ive written so far.
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  Chapter Twelve

' City-World '

As Coruscant came into view on the screen, Aescun stared at it. She had been everywhere in this galaxy. She had seen almost everything. Nar Shaddaa, Nal Hutta, Dantoonie, Manaan, Jakku and Korriban were all the other planets she’s been. There were other moons and those places doesn’t compare to this city-world. Coruscant was vast planet under the control of the Sith Empire since the fall of the Galactic Republic and the complete and utter destruction of the Jedi order.

The last time Aescun was here, it was accessing the archives for information about medical science and birthing. It was for her prospective child for her Khan, Malek. She loved him and was loyal to only him. The beast would do anything for her Khan.

The comm. crackled as she turned to the male voice. It spoke, “I read you, Perilous Blade. You have been added to our records. Please follow the designated route as instructed. Long live the Emperor.”

Silently, she listened to the comm and inputted the new coordinates to include the new route changes. Entering it, the beast piloted the Blade among the skylights of the city. The sun rose against the horizon while painting the sky orange red.

Pondering a bit, she remembered back when the Khan’s medical droid assessed her biology. It confirmed her incompatibly to breed with any human or any other alien races due to her volatile blood type. However, Malek worked hard nonstop to make his gens compatible with Aescun’s tainted blood.

He had her instructed early on. She was taught on everything in medical science. He counted on her sharp mind to learn fast and research throughout the histories of these things. She visited Coruscant to research the necessary components that she needed. Even while Coruscant was under the Sith Empire’s rule, the Emperor allowed her free reign as long as she is being watched to make sure she does not stray into the forbidden realms of the knowledge restricted to the Sith Empire only.

From there, she learned everything she could about the medical science required to bypass the incompatibility that was Siriian blood. Eventually, it took her several years until she found a way to bypass the incompatibility but it would require a certain process. Subconsciously Aescun flinched slightly as she stroked her stomach. She felt pain during that time. As she remained seated, she closed her eyes and searched her memory to six weeks prior-


It was dark in the room. Aescun laid on the bed half naked. Her chest was bare but her breast was covered with a worn undergarment. She watched the Mirialan, Paerilous Khan, walk toward the table. He scanned the device with a medical scanner. Satisfied, he picked up the cylindrical device with a dark red liquid inside and walked toward his huntress. Sitting down, the warlord took her hand as Aescun moved up slightly.

She smacked her lips and snarled baring her fangs as she spoke with a question, “My lord, are you sure this is wise? If this fails, I will die painfully.”

“Positive,” Malek assured her with a brief nod, “If there were other Siriian females aside from you around, I would have tested it on them instead to see if it worked. However, you are the only one I found from a young age. Already in the simulations this proved possible as only four of the five subjects tested and passed while the one died. This is good odds.”

Aescun whimpered slightly unsure as she bowed her head and stroked his arm muscles responding, “But I do not wish to die just yet.”

Malek touched her hair and stroked it as she gazed into his dark green eyes. He responded assuring her, “You have no choice. You are the strongest. You will survive this. I know of no other that match your strength. If you do this, I will be proud and keep you safe. You will survive this. I guarantee it.”

She gazed into his eyes and nodded kissing him on the cheek while taking his hand clenching it. Malek placed the cylindrical onto the area of her chest where her ovaries were located and injected the small liquid it into her ovary sac. Aescun grunted in pain as she yelled out. He placed the device aside and hugged her as she bore the pain. She whimpered slightly into his ear as she moaned, “It hurts, my lord. Please stay with me. I need you.”

The Mirialan warlord nodded and held her close. He kissed her on the forehead as she hugged him close and whimpered in pain. She spoke with a question while rubbing his chest muscles, “What of Jordai? Why does not need to know this? I love him as much as I love you, my lord.”

Malek shrugged as he responded with a growl, “He is a human Eir. He is much too temperamental and violent. He has his human shortcomings with a tendency to let his violent emotions do the work for him. You know how he is. He is also far too short-lived to reach my expectations of him.”

Aescun nodded and responded, “Of course. However you decide my lord. He will not know of this. May I ask this? What is your plan for the child if she survives?”

The warlord scoffed as he corrected her with a response, “He, you mean? He is to be my legacy. With both Siriian and Mirialan DNA in the mix among other compatible races into the serum, he will be a lot stronger than Jordai. I would hope so. He’d better be because if he isn’t, then I will be very angry.”

She nodded and responded obediently, “Of course, my lord. And be that as it may, it will also be my responsibility to raise the child, correct?”

Malek nodded as he moved her closer to his side responding with a kiss on her crown avoiding her horns, “Of course, Aescun. It is your responsibility to care for him and I trust you in his care. No one else is to touch this child but you.”

She nodded and asked her final question, “Also my lord, it seems obvious to me that you have no intention to let Jordai have power, correct?”

He shrugged and responded, “None at all. If he does take over, it will be short-lived. I intend to make sure that does not happen at all. I love what you are Aescun. I love what you are becoming. You are Siriian and if you were male, I would have raised you instead of Jordai. In fact, there would not be Jordai anymore. It will only be you on my side as equals and perhaps more. You Siriian seem long lived and strong and it is what I see to be the next Khan, but not Jordai. It will never be him. Do you promise me?”

Aescun nodded, “I promise, my lord.”


As the Blade flew past the senate building of the Sith Empire and the new Sith Archives, it came upon the landing pad. The D5 Mantis made a rumbling sound as it turned a ninny degree angle and extended the landing struts. It made a thud as the air vents hissed. Inside the Blade, Asia’aia studied the ruined medical droid in the small bio bay. Taking the dismantled head of 2V-R8, she took the torso and placed it atop it. Resting the droid back against the wall, she sat cross legged and grunted placing her elbow on her knees while resting her head on her fists. The head of the droid shifted out of place as it became lopsided. The girl pouted with annoyance and exhaled. She barely felt the thud of the ship as Aescun entered the room. She looked up and made a squelch noise studying her frown.

She pointed at the ruined droid as Aescun approached and squatted her armored torso. The girl spoke, “Your droid is broken.”

Aescun growled at her and scowled with indifference, “Come. We have landed. You are to go with the lieutenant while I go my own way.”

The beast offered her left, fingerless gloved hand. Asia’aia cocked her head and exhaled. Taking her hand, the stood as she pointed at the droid, “If you want, I can fix her. I have the talent.”

Aescun grunted shrugging her shoulders. Pulling her along, the landing door opened as Tei turned to salute her by pounding his fist against his chest and bowed his head. He looked at Asia’aia’s features and rose his eyebrow. The little girl giggled softly as an evil glint crossed her features. Soon as her feet touched Coruscant’s soil, she released Aescun’s hand and bounded out.   

Excitement and satisfaction filled her painted features as she giggled running in a circle on the landing pad. She wore new clothing, a traveling cloak and a sling bag that rested diagonally across her chest. Her white hair was braided and pulled back into a pony tail.

Tei ran out after her with a shout, “Hey! Don’t run off like that.”

As the thirteen year old stopped bounding around and staring back at him, the Lieutenant grabbed her wrist and scowled at her responding, “Stay close little Jedi, alright?”

The little girl scoffed and pouted her lips at him. Tei shook his head and turned to Aescun. The intimidating beast had covered her crest with her own cloak. Her darkness scowled at them. Her medium armor was kept hidden inside her cloak. On her right hand was her clawed gauntlet as it rested on the hilt of her saber. Her right hand was in a finger-less glove. Curling her lips into a snarl, her fangs were exposed as she growled.

Tei gulped and bowed his head. On his hand, he inadvertently gripped the girl’s hand. She squirmed with discomfort and stomped onto his toe. The Lieutenant exclaimed in pain as he let go of her hand. He spat back angrily, “Why you!”

Asia’aia crossed her arms and stuck her tongue out. Tei raised his hand to prime himself to smack her, but a loud noise from behind startled him, “Lieutenant!”

Tei found himself being choked by the force as he grasped his throat. He was turned around and forced onto his knees by glowing red eyes of her angry huntress. Her left hand was extended toward his throat while she kept her claw gauntlet on her side in a clutched position. She spat, “What are you doing?”

Tei stuttered fearfully as he knelt down while grabbing his throat. Asia’aia crossed her arms and glared at him. He responded in choking gasps, “Nu-n-nothing Huntress. I was just tending to the girl. Making sure she obeys you.”

Aescun growled softly and approached. Keeping him kneeling, she knelt before him and whispered softly through her cloak while baring her fangs, “Then where is she?”

She force pushed him back as Tei stuttered looking around. Asia’aia was gone. She had vanished somehow. With another gulp, he scampered onto his knees and bowed before her responding, “Give me a chance! I will find her. Please-“

He gasped while being force choked by an angry huntress. Aescun stood and gripped her hand forcing him up. She bared her fangs as her growling increased in a pitch. Tei gasped as the intimidating beast got close to him and moved her clawed gauntlet close to his cheek. She pierced his skin as he gasped in pain. Taking the blood, she licked it from her claw and inhaled with a moan.

Opening her eyes, she spat with fury as her harsh crimson eyes scowled at him, “Find her and bring her to me! Do not fail me again, Lieutenant or I shall not be so kind. Do not come back without her or don’t come back at all. Now go!”

With a strong force push, Aescun thrust her lieutenant across the docks and sliding across the ground. Tei scampered onto his feet and ran off quickly to find the girl. Licking the blood fully from her claw, the beast’s eyes returned to the normal dark eyes as she curled her lips with disgust. She spat scornfully, “Pu’ja.”

Without a thought, the cloaked Sith Huntress turned around toward the steps as her cape swished behind her. Taking the hood, she covered her mane of dark hair and her horns before hiding her right gauntlet under the cloak over her right shoulder. She rested it on her hidden saber. Her left muscled arm with the swirled tattoo remained bare with one some leather shoulder pad and the finger-less glove. Her heavy boots clanged against the metal stairs as she made her way down headed toward the small section of buildings in the streets.


Near the Bazaar across several floating platforms, large crowds of people were huddled around the shops. A mixture of aliens and humans were selling and buying wares among the shops. Several small buildings around the block weren’t far from the Bazaar. Several people entered the building that was a bar. The sign that was flashing said, ‘Pillager’s Run Cantina’.

By the doorway, a single tall dark tanned man leaned against the pane with his arms crossed. A brown brimmed outback hat rested on his head. He was looking among the crowd picking out something. Seeing a table near his left, he left his position and placed his hand in his pocket. Taking out a credit chip, he flipped it once as he walked forward. On his face was a swirled side tattoo. On his features was a cold expression with a sidelong glint on his brown eyes.

His clothing was rugged with a jacket vest covering it. His arms were big and his form was muscular. Around his waist was a belt with two holsters. In the hostlers were two pistols. As he caught the credit again, he placed it back into his pocket. Approaching the table, he gripped the chair and pulled. Several people looked up and one of them spoke, “Kael, you’re back?”

Kael removed his pistols from his holsters and placed it on the table. He responded as he grabbed the ridges of his hat and took it from his head. He spoke with a gruff voice, “Deal me in. I’m ready.”

The dealer stared at him and spoke, “Kael, I can’t deal you in if you don’t got any credits.”

As the man sat, he scoffed as he raised his hands and responded, “I’ll get them. No worries. I got it this time. It’s my lucky day, mates. Deal me in. Let’s play Pazaak already.”

The dealer shrugged and began to shuffle the cards. He began dealing him in along with the other players. Kael took his credit from his pocket again. Flipping it up once, he caught it with his gloved hand. A cold smile crossed his features as his eyes glinted again.


The cloaked Sith Huntress plowed through the crowds of the Bazaar. Keeping her right gauntlet hidden, her exposed left arm and hand remained hanging from her pocket. A large alien bumped against her as she bare her fangs into a snarl pushing him aside. Finally as she moved through the crowds, the total of people dropped to a few walking along the streets. Her cloak swiveled as the wind blew through her hood making her hair dance.

With a scowled, cold feature Aescun walked toward the building. Looking up, she noted the sign displayed. It said, ‘Pillager’s Run Cantina’. The huntress pushed through the doorway and walked through the small crowd as she expanded her force sense. Looking around, she noted several groups in different tables. Her dark scowl looked upon a Pazaak table with the small group.

A man yelled as he exclaimed with excitement as he won something. His twin pistols and a hat rested beside him. Ignoring him, Aescun headed to the bar and rapped her left hand on the counter. A Twi’Lekk bartender walked over and spoke, “Drink?”

Aescyn shook her head and responded, “Information.”

The bartender replied, “It’ll cost you.”

Removing her hood, Aescun revealed her crown of horns and a long dark mane down to her neck and inside of her cloak. Feeling her aura, the bartender gasped silently out of fear and respect. Looking down, she withdrew her gauntlet and placed a bag of credits before the alien. The fearful Twi’lekk accepted it and counted the credits. Gulping to push down his fear, he spoke, “What do you need?”

Placing her clawed right gantlet on the counter, she pushed down as she leaned over on her left while keeping her left hand clenched. Letting out a snarl, she made a low growl whispering, “Jaskqe Ruskt.”

Shaking his head, he took the empty glass to wash out and replied, “He’s gone. You missed him.”

Aescun gripped her right gauntlet with a snarl and spat baring her fangs, “Where did he go?”

The Twi’lekk offered his hand and nodded toward the Pazaak table, “No idea. Kael would know. He was the last to talk with him.”

Grabbing her small credit bag with her right gauntlet, she turned with a snarl toward the Pazaak table. The man on the chair raised his hand and shouted again, “Pazaak!”

He grabbed several credits and pulled it toward him as the dealer continued flipping the cards. Getting up from her chair, the beast prowled toward the table while keeping her right claw hidden beneath her cloak. Her left hand hung loose over her side as she walked heavily across the floor pushing through crowds of people. Approaching the table, she inquired behind the man, “Kael?”

Kael slapped his card down and shrugged as he responded without looking around, “Gimme a sec. I’m winning this one this time.”

Aescun curled her fangs with a snarl as she uttered a growl. However, it was stifled as the man yelled again slamming his cards down with enforcement, “I win! Come to mama!”

As he grabbed the heap of credits and cards in front of him, he pulled it toward him admid a bunch of groans from around. Aescun placed her left on his chair and her right on the hilt of her saber. She scowled at the man. The dealer across the man looked at the credit tablet in front of his. Inspecting it, his features turned serious as he grabbed Kael’s hand.

A growl emitted from the man’s throat as he stared at him coldly. The dealer responded showing him the small credit tablet, “This is fake, Kael. You gave me false credits for the game. Where did you get this?”

As Kael’s eyes glowered focusing on the small tablet before him, a snarl escaped his lips. Pushing the credits away, he clenched his fist and bashed it on the table in anger, “That poo-doo cheated me out of my credit! When I find him, I’ll kill him!”

Tossing the fake credit aside, the dealer sighed as he responded, “This is going to be on record. You tried to cheat-“

Kael snarled as he pointed his finger up with his back hand facing the dealer, “Look here, I got cheated. You keep my credits, I don’t care. Report me or don’t, but I’m telling you this,” he shouted as he pointed his finger on top the table, “When I find the man who cheated me out of my winnings, Im killin’ him and throwing his head on this table! I’ll show you a good Pazaak game with my real credits!”

As Kael slammed his fist again on the table in frustration, he grabbed his pistols and holstered it. Taking his hat, he placed it on as he turned to face the huntress. His angry scowl lessened as he returned to his cold expression and nodded his head toward her. Pounding his hand on his chest, he responded as he took out his pistol and flipped it around his finger, “Looks like I’m free, lady. I’m yours.”

Aescun bare her fangs into a snarl as she spat softly, “Do not call me lady. You will respect me by calling me huntress. I seek Jaskqe Ruskt.”

Kael bowed his head as he tipped his hat with the muzzle of his pistol. He responded with a cold expression, “I meant no disrespect, huntress. I see we both seek the same man. Come with me. I have a business arrangement you might just be interested in.”

Curious, the beast followed the smuggler toward an empty table. Flipping her cloak to her right, she sat down as Kael sat before her. Taking his other pistol again, he placed one of the on the table with the weapon arranged so that the trigger faces him and the muzzle is diagonal toward the edge of the table. Looking across to the beast, Kael looked up with a smirk as he lifted his hat again with the muzzle of his pistol. Aescun kept her right hidden as she placed her left gloved hand across the table.

She listened as Kael responded while eyeing his pistols, “This is ‘slinger on the table and I hold Bolt on my main hand. You see, Bolt has a certain date with someone’s head and I intend to make sure they have a night they won’t forget-“

Kael gave her a cold smile as he grinned evilly showing his teeth. Aescun stared back as she studied the man. Moving forward, she lowered her head and responded, “You know where he is?”

Kael shook his head and withdrew his ‘slinger. He put it back into his holster and responded, “I may know where he is, huntress, but as you may have known by now, I am broke.”

Taking her bag of credits with her right, she briefly showed her clawed gantlet as she tossed the bag before him. Kael gasped as he grabbed it. Placing his other pistol down, he opened it. It was snatched out of his hand as he gasped looking up. Aescun used the force to pull the bag out of his grasp and onto her left hand.

Kael mused with surprise as he muttered, “Sith? You are the Sith Hunter I heard of. You honor me, huntress. I believe we can make a deal.”

They moved together as he whispered with the beast listening.


Across the platform on the other side of the city, Tei ran. From a distance, he saw the Umbara girl scamper out of view. Growling with anger, he ran after her. A crowd formed as it surrounded the Lieutenant. The Khan’s personal servant snarled as he pushed through the crowd. Catching the sight of the little girl again, he saw her get down to the ground on all fours.

Asia’aia turned to look at Tei. She giggled mischievously as she covered her mouth. Crawling on all fours, she went under the large shopping cart and hid. Tei’s footsteps crossed her eyes as she covered her mouth. She giggled softly and watched him move away from her. On all fours, Asia’aia crawled into the ditch and jumped down onto the small alley. The thirteen year old scampered off with quick reflexes as she ran across the small ground.

Stopping before a garbage scow, Asia’aia gasped lightly as she looked at the highest mountains of wastes that littered the ground. It was a refuge pile of discarded tech and broken droids. Squealing with happiness, she took her bag and ran across the ground littered with broken tech. Searching through each pile, she looked for anything she could find to create something for her huntress.

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 Chapter Thirteen

The Lieutenant and the Rogue

Coruscant’s sun rose against the horizon behind the buildings. Asia’aia rummaged through piles of debris to find tech. Taking a large pieces, she dusted it off and broke the edge off. Discarding the other piece, she placed the other end into her pack. Digging through another pile, the pulled out a full head of a 2V-R8 droid. Rubbing the dust and blowing it free from the seams, she cocked her head studied it. Shrugging her shoulder, she stuffed it into her large pack.

Standing up, she skipped around the large pile to another pile of droids. Among the mess of the discarded twovee droids, she found an intact power core and exclaimed with excitement. Picking it up, she placed it into her pack and slung her pack around her shoulders. Making her way out of the junk pile outpost, she made her way back into the city. Suddenly, she took off on foot.

Asia’aia ran across the busy street. Her face was filled with cheerfulness and curiosity as she opened her mouth with wide eyes. This was her first time on Coruscant. The little gray skinned Umbaran stopped before the platform and gasped opening her mouth as she looked around. The white hair that was pulled into a ponytail rested behind her head. She still had her traveling cloak on with the hood down. Her pale blue eyes blinked as she took in the awesome view of the city’s skylights.

Before her eyes were tall buildings and flying hover vehicles. One of the speeders zoomed past her head as she gasped with surprise stepping back. The speeder continued its way down. As the girl ran along the edge of the platform, she started skipping along. Her arms were outstretched as she balanced herself. Wind gusted past her while fluttering her ponytail. Closing her eyes, she used the mysterious energies of the force to steady herself upon the windy platform.

Coming up to a floating platform with a shipping crate below, Asia’aia opened her eyes and jumped down. Her boots hit the metal as she scampered across and leapt again. She jumped the bottomless gap between the crates. As her feet touched down on the second crate, she flipped into a handstand as she did a cartwheel. Her hood flew up in the air as she spun around in a circle, touched down with her feet and ran across to the edge of the second crate.

She flipped with her small, agile body and grabbed the edge of the crate. Catching the top hand, she almost slipped as she squealed looking below her. There was nothing below to catch her if she slipped and fell. Keeping her hand on the top niche, she banged against the crate with her other hand and flipped herself over. Using the force, she flew and banged her feet against the side of the floating crate. As her other hand touched the metal of the crate, she jumped again thrusting herself across the air to the third lower crate. Tapping the metal door of the crate, she thrust herself down on the ground.

As she touched the ground on all fours, she took off into a run across the dock. Several dock workers shouted at her as one of the spoke in an irritated tone, “Hey you! Get out of here. This is a restricted zone! Where’s your mother? Should you be in school?”

Asia’aia giggled mischievously at them as she ran fast. Her mind read her surroundings as she let her force sense expand. She knew where she was going next. Several Sith Guards found her and ran after the little girl as they shouted.

Running to the edge of the dock, she leapt again. A hover car passed under as she landed on it. She gripped hold on the edge of the window pane with her gloved hand as her cloak and hair fluttered in the wind. The driver in the car shouted through the window as he banged at it. He was a Toong alien.

The thirteen year old giggled at him and waved her gloved hand. She tapped into his mind and made him forget that she was up there. The speeder continued giving her the ride that she needed across the air as the Umbara gasped with awe keeping her mouth open. What’s a little girl to do in a big city?


Lieutenant Tei Rauges ran across the city looking for the Asia’aia. Taking out his scanner, he searched for her life signs. It could differentiate between different alien species and Asia’aia was probably the only Umbaran on Coruscant because there weren’t many around. His scanner beeped and he sighed as he ran. The Lieutenant found her.

Stopping before the platform, he gasped with a slight fear of heights. Lifting the scanner up before him, he narrowed his eyes and found a speeder headed his way. On the top was the thirteen year old girl standing on it. The girl giggled and waved at him, “Hey Tei! Catch me if you can!”

Tei scowled at the little girl and growled as he shouted, “Get back here, you ungrateful lil-.”

As the dazed driver landed the speeder, he shook his head out of being controlled as the little girl bounded off in a cartwheel with one hand on the edge of the car. As she landed, she giggled at Tei and taunted him, “Catch me first!”

Her cloak swished around as her ponytail bounced when she turned and skipped away from him. She did another one handed flip. The Lieutenant shouted again angrily as he ran after her, “Get back here you little twerp! I should be with my huntress by now, but-“

As he jumped with one hand on the side of the landed speeder, he ran across the roof as the driver woke up. The Toong protested again banging his hand on the window and shouted in Bocce.

As Tei jumped back down, he finished his words as he pointed and shouted at the fleeting Umbaran girl, “-instead I’m babysitting you! I’m not a babysitter! I’m the personal Voice and Hand of Lord Paerilous Khan and the Huntress themselves!”

The girl giggled as she turned her head around. Placing her thumbs on the sides of her head, she waved her fingers in the air and stuck her tongue out at him. She giggled and flipped backwards with agility as she took off.

The Voice and Hand of the Khan and the Huntress gasped at the insult and snarled as he took off after her. Meanwhile, the Toong alien male in the speeder looked around and blinked. He mumbled in a daze, “How did I get here? Where is this place?”


The little Umbaran ran past the crowded people. It was as if she was in a grayish blur as she sped past them with her force speed. Ducking low between the two handholds, she went under the legs of another. Several people protested at the little girl running everywhere. As she stood, her back hit the basket someone was carrying. The woven basket flipped over spilling spices, fruits and vegetables everywhere. The humanoid woman shouted as she raised her fist at the girl.

Asia’aia turned to her and covered her mouth with a giggle. She laughed as she waved at the humanoid female. Her mind turned blank as she turned around forgetting that she was there. As the little girl ran off, the woman was bumped by the speeding Lieutenant as they both sprawled all over the ground. The woman hit her head hard on the ground as she yelled out. Tei gasped as he was atop the woman and his hand was on her breast.

The near human female gasped with the insult and smacked him on the face. She glared at him. Tei gulped as he let go of the woman and raised his hand muttered apologetically, “So Sorry.”

The woman glared at him as Tei turned from her and ran. He crashed into several people as he attempted to retrace the little girl’s steps. Some of the people around the woman helped her up as they helped get all her food back into her basket. However a few people, like several uniformed Sith Guards, moved on.


Asia’aia ran through the large Bazaar part of Coruscant. She was at the underbelly of it. Slipping under the rod, she tapped the mind of a shop owner and grabbed one of the fruits from the stand. It was a Jogan fruit of purple color with white stripes. As the girl bit into her stolen fruit, the shopkeeper shouted his wares not realizing that someone shoplifted his stores. The juice from the fruit trickled down the girl’s mouth as she ran.

The Umbaran ran up the steps near the tall building with columns holding the roof up. Biting into her fruit again, she grabbed the posts and twirled around it.  As she spun in a hundred and eighty degrees around it, she swallowed the piece of fruit and bit into the Jogan while humming and waiting for someone. Looking up, she smiled and giggled as she waved at the man who was catching up to her. She shouted, “Come on Tei! We don’t have all day!”

The Lieutenant stopped before the steps. He glowered at her with anger as he clenched his fists. Blowing another heavy breath, he shouted while out of breath as he ran up the steps, “I’m going to catch you!”

The girl giggled tauntingly at him as she turned and ran across the floor of the main section of the building. Tei ran up the steps and ran after her. As he saw her run down the steps again, he sped up. Touching the edge of the step, he leapt up across the air as he flew down the steps.

As Asia’a skipped down the steps, she bit into her fruit. The girl was distracted by the juicy awesomeness of her fruit that she didn’t notice Tei catching up. As he gripped the girl on the hand harshly, he exclaimed triumphantly, “I caught you! Now let’s go back to the Huntress so she can deal with you, you ungrateful little-”

Asia’aia exclaimed in pain as she pulled back, “Ow that hurt!”

Holding the fruit, she tossed it hitting Tei square on the eye. The juice stung him on the eye as he yelled holding his face. The Umbaran stuck her tongue out as she struggled, “Ya big meanie!”

While her wrist was being gripped, the little thirteen years old kicked the big man on the shins hard. Tei yelled again as he grabbed his leg and hopped around. Taking her chance, she ran under his leg and scampered the opposite direction of his back. Tel let go of her wrist with a yell to avoid falling over. Turning around, he scampered after her.

As Asia’aia skipped across, she jumped turning around and stuck her tongue out again. As Tei rushed after her, a speeder bike with the cargo ran into him. The bike caught him on his torso as the male rider yelled out. Tei turned too late as looked at him with fear and surprise. It was followed by extreme pain as the collusion knocked him full on the chest. The bike broke in half as the driver and the cargo tumbled onto the ground.

Asia’aia stopped bounding as she covered her mouth in a surprised gasp. After a few seconds of pause watching both men groan on the floor in pain, the little girl cheered as she bounded on the ground again, “Yeah! Best day ever!”

As the girl ran off, Tei groaned gripping his chest. He turned over to his feet and watched the driver. Holding his hand out, he inquired with concern, “Are you alright?”

However the driver snarled with anger as he spat back pointing, “What do you think you are doing, Nerf herder? You broke my bike and ruined my cargo! You pay for it!”

The young Lieutenant gulped as he raised his hands and backed. He spoke, “So sorry sir, but I have to go catch someone for my Huntress.”

As both met got onto their feet, the human driver shouted after the retreating back of the Lieutenant, “You get back here! Guards! Guards! Catch him!”

As the Sith Guards approached the scene, Tei gulped as he ran after the girl. The driver of the fallen cargo and the broken bike fumed in anger shouting at the guards. The metal uniformed Sith Guards tended to the scene as one of them stood before the Driver to calm him down. The other spoke into his headset making a report. The other two guards looked around for the culprit. Among the crowd on a busy day, the cloaked Sith Huntress observed the event. She followed the path of her lieutenant while searching the one she hunted.


As the crowd formed in the large town center, Asia’aia dipped down to all fours and crawled under them. Hearing the Lieutenant behind her, she covered her mouth with a giggle as she crawled under a hiding spot. She hid under a large crate. Another shopkeeper continued to sell his wares which were technology. Turning her body around still crouched on all fours, she rested as she looked out from under watching all the feet of people and aliens walk by. Covering her mouth again, she giggled softly.

Tei ran up to the shopkeeper. He responded to the big alien with four arms, “Have you seen a little girl around?”

The alien grunted and responded in Huttese pointing at the technology displayed on here. Tei sighed as shook his head, “No! No! I don’t want your technology! Have you seen a little girl? She’s Umbaran and thirteen years old. She’s a short little pest that I wanna-“ he squeezed his hand together and squinted his face together in a way to mean he wanted to strangle her.

The alien looked at him and shrugged. He spoke in his own language. Tei exhaled an annoyed sigh and waved him away responding, “-ugh, never mind. She’s somewhere.”

The alien grunted as he shrugged watching him leave. He shouted his wares. Meanwhile, the girl under his stand giggled again as she covered her mouth. Searching through his crate, she found another piece of technology to add to her collection. Nabbing a piece while the alien remained distracted, she stuffed it into her bag. Turning around, she crawled out of her hiding spot and knelt on one knee. The alien looked down seeing her. He started roaring at her waving his arms at her. The little girl giggled and waved at him again touching his mind. The alien made a grunt as he turned away in a daze as she tapped into her mystical energies and took off in a high speed.

As the girl ran to the edge of the ditch, she slowed down and sat down on the end. Facing the small alley, she placed her feet against the wall she was sitting on. Sliding down a little, she pushed off with her agility and flew across the air with her powered leap. Crouching down with her small body, the agile Umbara landed on all fours onto the small stream of water. She splashed on it and ran across the small alley before bounding once on her steps while  giggling.

A metal bar blocked her way as Asia’a grabbed the railing looking out before her. Another wind gusted through her white ponytail hair and cloak as she gasped with awe at the sight before her. There were clouds hanging low beneath the tall buildings. Closing her eyes, she let her mind expand. The girl was searching for someone. Suddenly as she sensed a shadow escaping through the crowd and onto a speeder, Asia’aia opened her eyes. A smile crept across her feature as she spoke softly, “Gotcha.”

Gripping the metal railing, she went through the wide bars and climbed down the edge of the wall. With each gloved hands and boots onto small holes and ledges on the wall, she scampered her way down touching the bottom. Turning around, she bounded across the ground again toward the low hanging fog.


Asia’aia ran and skidded to a halt before the platform. Her eyes were wide open as she gasped at the view. Closing her eyes, she scanned with her mind. Behind her, Tei shouted out again as he slowed to a halt, “Stop right there!”

The Umbaran girl turned to him and giggled again with a wave. Turning back to the edge of the platform, she made a running start and jumped into the air. Tei gasped in shock and fear as he stretched out his arm and shouted, “Asia’aia, no!”

The Lieutenant ran toward the edge and looked over. His heart continued beating hard as it nearly jumped out of his throat. Looking down, he saw the little girl on the speeder as the car flew up to his eye level. His fear turned into a glare as he shouted raising his fist, “You get back here!”

Asia’aia gave him a mocking smile as she placed her thumbs on the side of her head and wriggled her fingers. She stuck her tongue out taunting him. Turning around, she sat down atop the car as the hover car flew her across the air making her hair and cloak fly in the wind.

Tei snarled as he watched the girl fly away into the rising skylight. Turning to his right, he spied a taxi with a protocol droid beside it. There was another crowd of people lined up waiting for the taxi. Rushing toward the crowd, he pushed through the protesting people as he shouted, “Lieutenant Tei Rauges of Lord Paerilous Khan coming through!”

Stopping before the taxi droid, he panted with short breaths as he placed his hands on the knees and lowered his head. Looking up, he spoke at the droid, “I need a vehicle!”

The droid responded, “You will have to wait at the end of the line sir!”

Tei growled as he waved his ID in front of the droid, “I’m a Lieutenant and I need a vehicle now! I am in pursuit of an escaped little criminal!”

The droid spoke again waving its metal arms, “I am sorry Lieutenant but you must wait your turn!”

Tei growled again as he brushed through the droid knocking the walking metal onto the ground. He mumbled darkly as he headed toward the taxi, “Stupid droid.”

Waving his ID again at the passengers getting on the hovering taxi pod, he shouted, “Hey! Get off the vehicle. I am the Voice and Hand of the Khan and his Huntress themselves!”

The woman and child stared back. She gasped in fear of him and pulled her child safely as Tei increased his momentum toward the taxi. The husky driver turned to the man rushing toward him. He protested as the Lieutenant pulled the driver out. He protested, “Hey! What are you- Guards!”

As Tei pulled the heavy set man onto the ground, he responded waving his ID at his face, “So sorry sir, but I must commandeer your vehicle. It will be returned to you once I have caught the little criminal. The Khan and his Huntress thanks you for your generosity!”

As Tei opened the door and entered, he turned on the taxi pod and flew out. The male driver scowled at his retreating back while the passenger woman held her child close staring at the mean man who stole her car. Behind them, several people in the line helped the taxi droid onto its feet. The droid waved its arms responding to them, “Thank you so much. I apologize heavily for what happened and we will deal with it. Have a pleasant day and long live the Emperor!”

The droid clanked its way toward the fallen driver and helped him up. The husky male growled as he brushed himself off and inquired, “Who the hell is he?”

The droid responded as it brushed the dirt off the driver, “No idea sir. He will be dealt with I am sure. Long live the Emperor!”

The driver scowled at the droid and growled as he waved it off, “Get off me droid.”

Meanwhile, the medium sized taxi pod flew aross the large city as Tei scanned for the girl. Finding her, he increased speed and kept his eyesight on her car. The sun finished rising and hit one of the buildings with light as it glinted off the skylight. It was noon.


Across the large Bazaar somewhere in the city, a cloaked feminine humanoid continued walking through the large crowds. She kept her right hand hiding in the cloak while her left gloved hand on her side. Her muscular arm swung back and forth as she pushed through. Her dual horns continued to show from under her hood. She had her head lowered hiding her red glowing eyes. Her mouth opened slightly as she brandished her fangs into a snarl.

Aescun stopped before one of the stalls. Taking a credit from her pocket, she flipped it toward the shopkeeper alien. The alien nodded as she revealed her right clawed metal gauntlet from under her cloak. Gripping the medium raw Jumba meatball, she bit into the tender juicy meat with her fangs. She ripped it as she gripped the meat. The beast continued her way across the Bazaar as she continued chewing the tough meat. The red meat juices trickled from her mouth and her right clawed gauntlet.

Looking ahead of her, she noticed a shadow of a man disappearing around the corner. His trench coat swished behind him as his hat remained on his head. With a snarl, she gripped her food again and bit into the meat. Pulling it free, she continued to chew her food as she pushed through the crowds hunting the man that she was looking for.


Above the city-world of Coruscant, the fleet of Paerilous Khan appeared from hyperspace. Jordai stood upon the prow of his bridge with his arms crossed. His colonel stood beside him in a guard position with her arms behind her back and her feet spaced. She glared at the viewscreen with hate for Coruscant. She curled her lips and snarled.

Jordai heard her inaudible snarl and smirked with nod, “I know, Colonel. Soon. I hate them too. The Sith Empire. However, its only way for me to make our name as part of the Empire once I’ve taken down the emperor in chains and merged the Kaos Empire with the Sith. Soon, they will fear the name that is Paerilous Khan, Eye of Wrath. Conqueror of the Sith Empire.”

Ashaka kept her silence and nodded. An officer spoke looking at the viewscreen, “I have tracked the path of the Perilous Blade, my lord. She has landed on one of the landing pad.”

“Excellent. Are we still under the guise of being a part of the Sith Empire?”

After the officer nodded, Jordai smirked and replied, “Prepare my personal shuttle craft.”

As he turned to face Ashaka, the Colonel bashed her fist against her chest and bowed her head, “My lord, take Vanguard Zero One and Sentinel Zero One. I would trust them with my life to protect yours.”

As she knelt before him, Jordai nodded placing his arms behind his back, “As it should be, Colonel. You are in charge.”

Ignoring her, he marched out toward the lift and entered. The doors closed as the lift moved toward the hangar bay.

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  Chapter Fourteen

' Bolt'slinger '

A single lone man brushed through two large alien shopkeepers. They parted to let him through and grunted at each other in Huttese. As he stopped before the crosswalk, he looked his side. On his features was a cold scowl. He was shaven with some facial hair around his mouth and a tuff of hair on the center of his chin.

An outback designed hat with curved ridges on the top was on his head as it was dipped down his front. He wore a vest and long pants. A long brown trench coat covered his back. His hands were in medium armored gloves. On his waist were twin blaster pistols on each holster.

Kael’s eyes narrowed as he searched the path that he will take. From a distance on his left, he noted the running figure of a man in a regular tunic and dark brown hair. Gathering spit in his mouth, the gunslinger spat to his side and turned to his direction. Putting his gloved hand in his pocket, he took out his credit chip and flipped it into the air. Catching it, he pocketed it as he walked forward brushing past people in the search for the man who cheated him out of his credits.

Above him, the sun stayed on the top. It was the afternoon just past noon. The alley Kael walked across was medium in size across from each other. An arrangement of shopping stalls and other carts was laid across the ground with a variety of human and alien walking among each other selling and buying wares. Across from the gunslinger was the man running from his prey.

Jaskqe Ruskt gasped in fear as he turned to look behind him. He recognized the man who was after him. However, he blundered into a free standing crate and plowed into it spilling its contents on the ground. Amid the protesting of people around him, Jaskqe scrambled on the floor. Getting up, he watched Kael take out one of his pistols. He spun it once around his finger and pointed the muzzle toward him. A scowling glare was across his features as he snarled baring curling lips with anger.

Immediately, Jaskqe reacted as he scrambled to his feet and twisted with his hands. Using the force, he pulled objects from around him and targeted it at his stalker. With force, he used his energies to direct the objects toward the man.

Reacting with the attack, Kael pulled the trigger on his main pistol shooting off a few crates toward him. His bolts exploded the fruits and vegetables aimed toward him. Taking out his second pistol, he walking forward and firing on the objects Jaskqe threw with his mind. The people around him screamed in fear as they ran to cover. A gust of wind blew through his trench coat as he walked forward. His hat stayed on.

Jaskqe backed as his eyes darted around looking for more objects to throw. With his entire arm, he pulled another crate of fruits and force tossed it at the man. Kael fired as the crate blew. A piece of it barely missed him as he ducked down. The wooden plank brushed against his arm as he dropped his main handed weapon to the side. He felt the brush of the wood against his main hand.

Priming his second pistol, he moved his body forward and fired at the retreating man. The bolt caught him on the leg as Jaskqe yelled out in pain falling onto the ground. With a pained gasp and fear, he turned to see Kael’s features turn into a cold smile as he smirked. Lowering his left offhand pistol, he stopped and pointed with his main right handed weapon. He primed his trigger finger at him.

Jaskqe looked up to see a sign across from him and above the man. Holding out with his hand, he used the force to pull at the sign. With an enforced grunt, he pulled down as the metal holding sign broke. Hearing something above him, Kael looked up. He gasped with surprise as he jumped back to avoid the falling sign. As the dust cleared, he pointed again at his target. However, his target vanished as the crowd continued running around in fear.

Kael snarled annoyed that he lost his target. Across from him was several Sith Guards who came to investigate the disturbance. Quickly to avoid being noticed, he put away his pistols inside his trench coat and turned away. Touching one of the people in the crowd on the shoulder with his gloved hand, he touched his hat to move it down and blended into the scene as several more guards came to investigate the disturbance. They were shouting at each other trying to find the culprits.

From behind the crowd near the stall, Kael vanished into the dark alley as he walked. His trench coat fluttered in the light wind gusting through the alley. Touching his hat, he moved it down to cover his eyes. He had blended himself completely into the darkness of the alley as the Sith guards searched back and forth the alley in vain.


Meanwhile at the same medium sized alley as people gathered around the scene, the dual horned cloaked hooded strong feminine figure pushed past as she touched each people with her left gloved hand. On her right gauntlet, she ate her Jumba meatball as she bit into the tender steak. Pulling it, she chewed the meat with her sharp fangs. Looking up, her harsh angry glowing red eyes stared at the Sith Guards.

The Sith Guards was totaled to up about ten. Each of them had their own duty of investigating the scene of the attack while keeping the people back. As Aescun pushed through the end of the crowd, she walked through the circle into the scene. She tried to walk by but one of the guards shouted at her. Pointing with his blaster rifle, he shouted, “Hey you! Stay off the scene.”

Aescun turned to the guard with a snarl and responded as her glowering red eyes scowled, “You speak to Aescun Shi’ion, the Huntress of Paerilous Khan. What happened here?”

As the guard approached her, he scanned with his device. Satisfied, he nodded responding, “Huntress, several witnesses saw a fight happen between two men. No one was badly hurt, but they escaped that ways. We lost them.”

As the guard pointed off the direction before him, Aescun nodded. She moved on as she cut through the crowd again on the other side of the alley. Popping the last bit of her juicy meatball into her mouth, she hid her juice laced gauntlet under her cloak. It dripped onto the ground. The beast chewed her tough meat getting the protein from it. As she swallowed it, she kept her left hand forward and pushed through the curious crowd.

Her quarry wasn’t far now. Before her eyes, Jaskqe Ruskt will simply die for being who he was; a spy, a traitor, a force sensitive and simply a cheating swindler who pissed off several hutts before joining the Galactic Republic before its fall. He was the enemy of state. The beast’s red eyes glowered as she kept her cloaked hooded head down with her dual horns pointed diagonally forward.


Asia’aia rushed forward across the large circular area. She looked around as her blue pale eyes searched for something. All of a sudden as someone came through limping and half running, she gasped as she put on her serious face and ran forward toward him. Stopping before the man, the Umbaran pointed with a shout, “Found you!”

Jaskqe turned to look at the innocent little pale Umbaran with white hair and white makeup on with the blue pattern of the Sarkhai. He opened his mouth and responded with a confused expression, “Huh?”

From behind the fountain, someone shouted, “Stop right there you little twerp!”

Asia’aia gasped as she turned to see Tei approaching from behind the fountain. He pointed at her. However, Jaskqe thought the man was pointing at him. Reacting with misunderstood intentions, he thrust forward with his hand and force pushed Tei onto the stone fountain. He turned and limped away quickly.

Tei gasped with pain as he hit the fountain and splashed onto the water. Asia’aia’s features turned into a scowl as she turned to shout angrily at the retreating back of the limping man, “Hey!”

She started running after him. Meanwhile behind her, Tei groaned as he got out of the fountain and stumbled onto the ground. He was soaked wet and angry. With a shout, he pointed at the retreating back of the little girl, “You stop right there!”

As Asia’aia left the large circular area, she turned the corner and searched for the man with her mind. However, she collided with a hard surface. “Ow!” She yelped as she fell on her butt.

She looked up and gasped with fear. The girl ran into a cloaked Huntress who had been following her for some time.  She gulped heavily as Aescun looked down and snarled. Tei ran around the corner shouting, “Hey you, stop!”

He froze in his tracks and gasped clutching his throat as the beast snarl while lifting her left hand and clutched. Tei gasped several times holding his throat and whimpered with fear of Aescun’s glowing eyes. She appeared angry as he whimpered, “Huntress! Forgive me!”

Controlling her rage, Aescun knelt before Asia’aia and touched her face with her right metal gauntlet. The girl flinched to her cold touch and whispered, “Are you angry at me?”

Baring her fangs into a snarl, she growled, “No. Are you hurt?”

Offering her wrist, she nodded feebly, “He hurt me a little. I was just playing around with him.”

Tei gasped as he felt his throat constrict. His eyes widened in fear when the beast glowered at him with hate. Releasing him, Aescun watched him fall to his knees as he bowed before her, “Lieutenant, return to the ship. I will deal with your punishment later. In the meantime, keep her engines warm.”

Refusing to disobey, Tei pounded his fist against the ground and placed his other fist against his chest with his head down, “At once, Huntress.”

Standing, he averted her gaze and left them alone in the alley. Aescun growled softly and scowled into Asia’aia’s pale blue eyes. Using her metal gauntlet, she stroked her white hair and spoke with a lowered tone, “He won’t hurt you. Not with me around. I promise you.”

Asia’aia gulped and nodded. Moving her bag around, she opened it and showed her all the tech that overflowed her bag, “See? I got all those tech. I’ll fix that droid for you. You’ll see!”

Not caring for the little trinkets, the beast snarled, “Why did you run off like that?”

Asia’aia suddenly wilted before her scowl and gulped. Touching Aescun’s left gloved hand, the girl twirled a strand of her white hair that fell across her face with her other hand. She spoke, “Umm, well when you said that I needed to be useful, I didn’t want to fall behind so I was looking for him.”

Keeping her scowl, the beast inquired with a growl, “My target?”

Asia’aia nodded as her body started moving sideways while she twirled her hair. Aescun bared her fangs as her lips curled in amusement. She inquired again, “Did you find him? Where did he go?”

Asia’aia turned her head to her right side and let go of Aescun’s left hand as she pointed across. Aescun stood as the girl turned to face her. The beast offered her left hand as she kept her right hidden under cloak and rested on the hilt of her saber. Asia’aia grabbed her left gloved hand and led her across the alley toward Aescun’s next target. A wind gusted through her cloak again as they walked. Aescun uttered another fanged snarl as she licked her sharp canines and lips.


Jaskqe Ruskt ran along the small alley. His limp caused him to stumble. He looked behind him in fear knowing that his days were numbered. Several people hunted him and his allies grew short by the body count the Sith Huntress left behind. As his foot stepped into the puddle of the broken pavement, Jaskqe turned the corner. Gasping suddenly, he skidded right into the muzzle of a pistol. The ‘slinger found him.

With a snarl, Kael pressed the muzzle against his temple as he backed Jaskqe into the small alley. The small man gulped before the bigger muscled man as he raised his hand. Kael’s mouth was curled into a snarl as he pointed his main weapon forward imprinting a round spot on his head. He kept his left gloved hand on his left side near his offhand pistol. His trench coat fluttered in the wind as his hat remained slanted down forward.

Jaskqe gulped as he stuttered in fear, “Have mercy?”

He yelped in fear as Kael shouted while pushing the burning muzzle further into his head, “Shut up. You don’t get to beg for your life. You cheated me out of my credits! I’ll kill you.”

As Jaskqe limped backwards, he knelt while shivering in fear before him. Kael thrust his main pistol forward and pulled his second out. Twirling the hole of the pistol around his finger, he pointed his left toward the man. Jaskqe whimpered as he spoke, “Please. I will give you my credits. It’s all I have.”

Kael spat as he pulled the trigger on his right, “You don’t get to buy your life, coward!”

As a bolt escaped from the muzzle of his right weapon, it missed the man’s hand by a few inches as it hit the crate beside him. It was a warning shot. Jaskqe yelped in pain as he held his hand against his chest. He shouted again holding his other hand out, “Wait! I have something of interest to you!”

Kael pointed his pistols again and spat with anger scowling at him, “What? Speak plain!”

Jaskqe quickly jabbered as his hand shook, “The Sunken Treasures of Taiken Murkdoon!”

Kael paused. Jaskqe gasped as he continued breathing hard praying for his life. Kael’s itchy trigger finger touched his pistols as he mused. He inquired, “The Sunken Treasures of Taiken Murkdoon? It’s a legend as the secret location was lost over time. It was said that a powerful Iktotchi seer kept a hoard of the treasures for himself. It was said it contained old Jedi and Sith relics he gathered over the ages. No one ever found it and even if they did, none came back alive. I’ll kill you if I find out you are lying.”

Jaskqe gulped as he shook his head. He reached into his pocket and took out a holo chip speaking with enforcement, “No! No the treasures are real. I saw it myself and escaped alive. I swear it! Look, it’s all in here! The coordinates and my holo journals. Everything!”

Kael hesitated. His pistols wavered. The wind blew. Finally with an exhaled sigh, he dropped his left pistol and placed it back into his holster. Keeping his main pistol pointed, he extended his hand, “Give it here! If I found out its fake, I will kill you and this time there ain’t no mercy.”

Jaskqe gulped and nodded. He stood slowly as he tossed the holo chip toward him. As Kael caught it, he inspected it. Jaskqe moved forward slowly. Kael placed the chip in his pocket and pointed his muzzle as he spat, “Not so fast Ruskt.”

As Jaskqe got close to him, he gulped as he spoke, “But you promised to let me go!”

“Did I,” Kael mused keeping his pistol at his head. With his left, he rummaged through the man’s clothing and took his credit bag. He responded flipping the bag up the air and caught it, “I did. Go ahead.”

Jaskqe gasped as he stuttered, “But-but that was the last of my credits. How am I supposed to-“

Kael spat coldly as he shoved him back, “You’re a force sensitive. Use your skills to get more. I got what I needed. Turn around. You’re going back the opposite direction. Now!”

Jaskqe gulped and backed defeated. Not wanting to argue against the man with the pistol at his head, he turned. Suddenly he gasped with fear as he froze. A medium sized cloaked female with dual horns faced him. Jaskqe’s face turned white with fear as his legs and arms refused to budge. However, Kael casually patted him on the arm and responded as he tapped his hat with his main pistol, “I do keep my debts and promises, Ruskt. Thanks for the holo coordinate to the legendary treasures. I’ll be sure to check it out when I’m in the neighborhood.”

However, Jaskqe was paralyzed with fear as he stared into the glowing red eyes of the Sith Hunter. On her right arm was Asia’aia as she observed Jaskqe. Suddenly, she turned to the approaching gunslinger as Kael tapped his hat again and nodded at her, “As promised Huntress, your prize. Enjoy.”

With her left hand, Aescun removed a small of credits. She tossed it at the man as Kael caught it. With glee on his face and a glint on his eyes, he murmured at his prize, “Jackpot!”

Putting the bag away, he turned to the staring little Umbara and tilted his hat toward the girl in respect, “Hello, little girl.”

Asia’aia gasped as she closed her mouth to gulp and continued staring at the retreating back of the Boltslinger. Feeling the sudden movement of the female beast beside her, the little girl turned back as Aescun moved forward. Touching the girl on the head, Aescun lightly snarled, “Observe.”

She stood by as Aescun moved forward and lowered her head. Taking both hands, she removed her hood and revealed her crown of horns. Jaskqe gulped and shuddered in fear. Unable to use his force powers around the huntress, he got caught with his guard down and the beast wormed her way in.

Lifting her left gloved hand, Aescun gripped as the mysterious aura tightened around his throat like a noose. Asia’aia’s pale blue eyes widened with both fear and awe at her mystical prowness. Jaskqe gasped holding his throat. He spoke with a quivering tone of fear, “Please.”

The glowing red eyed Sith Hunter snarled baring her fangs. She growled and forced the man onto her knees, “You don’t get to talk, slave! I am Aescun Shi’ion, personal Huntress and Right Hand of Paerilous Khan! You will kneel before me and fear my power!”

As Jaskqe whimpered getting onto his knees, Aescun placed her right clawed gauntlet onto her lighsaber hilt. She removed it from the holster from within the cloak. Her voice enforced harshness into the man as she continued, “You have been accused and found guilty of the following. You have betrayed not only one Hutt but seven Hutts across the galaxy. You joined the failed Galactic Republic. You betrayed the Sith Empire. You have cheated, stole important documents and spied for your allies. You are a force sensitive and you have abused your powers in such a way that I must deal with you.”

Jaskqe gasped as he remained petrified with fear. Asia’aia looked on with increased cruel interest. As Aescun moved forward while keeping her left hand forward clutched, she removed her lightsaber with her right. It activated as it glowed a harsh Fuchsia color. This harshness nearly matched the beast’s eyes as she brought the weapon diagonally across her side. Her cloak feel free as her clawed metal gantlet gripped the handle.

The wind gusted through the beast’s mane of hair as she responded with finality in her tone, “It is through the command of both the voice of my Lord Khan and the Emperor you will die!”

As Aescun got close to him, she opened her fangs with a snarl raising her weapon. Jaskqe whimpered as he shivered before her. Asia’aia gasped softly as she watched the blade come close to his body. With a brief second, she turned away as she cut Jaskqe down. His lifeless body thumped on the ground as his fearful expression stared on frozen in place. Asia’aia gasped softly and looked at the beast’s eye. Aescun smirked as she curled her lips into a snarl baring her fangs. The girl gulped and exhaled softly with a shudder as she felt coldness creeping up her spine.


Kael walked along the docking port with his bag over his shoulder. His hat remained on his head as his coat fluttered in the wind. The sun fell behind the horizon as it was evening. Stopping before the docking port, he looked up as he faced the D5 Mantis, Paerilous Blade. He smirked as he walked forward. However, a uniformed man of Khan’s personal colors blocked his way.

Tei responded to Kael’s snarl, “Do not come any further. You are in Paerilous Khan’s personal territory. State your intentions or be punished.”

As Kael moved his hand down to his pistol, he snarled moving close to him, “I ain’t stating my intentions to a slave. I come here on the Huntress’s bidding. I must speak to her.”

Insulted, Tei pushed him back and responded, “I am no slave. I am Lieutenant Tei Rauges, the Hand and Voice of the Khan himself as well as the Huntress. You will leave at once!”

“Look here,” Kael started forward. However, he was interrupted by a whining sound of another shuttle arriving on the landing pad. It had on the insignia of the Sith Empire.

Tei turned and widened his eyes with gasp. Forgetting about him, he approached the arriving shuttle. As it landed, he pounded his fist and bowed his head as the door opened. Jordai came out with his two man entourage. His personal guards wore the armor of the Sith Empire. The feminine Sentinel held the force pike while the male Vanguard carried his blaster rifle with a vibro blade attached to the muzzle. Jordai scowled at his lieutenant. As his cloak swished, he turned his attention to another person approaching.

As his Vanguard raised his blaster to defend his Khan, Jordai raised his hand and spoke, “State your name and intentions!”

Recognizing the personal insignia of a lord, Kael bowed his head and placed his hand on his chest lightly, “Kaelion Revel, at your service my lord. I only came to seek employment and passage with the one called Aescun Shi’ion. Let’s just say I owe her one.”

“Hmm,” Jordai nodded. He waved his hand toward the other ship, “Why don’t you wait onboard my personal ship, the Perilous Blade.”

Kael turned toward the other ship and exclaimed with a whistle, “That’s your ship? Wow. Thanks. I think I will wait for her.”

Tei kept his head bowed and stayed at a kneeling position. Jordai snarled with disgust at him and spoke to his guards, “Spread out. Cover the landing pad. When Aescun Shi’ion returns, I will see her at once.”

They both saluted and dispersed as Jordai approached his kneeling officer, “Rise lieutenant. Why aren’t you with Aescun?”

“Thank you, my lord,” Tei pounded his chest and bowed his head, “My huntress set me away. She can handle the hunt alone.”

Jordai’s growling silenced him as he approached, “Tell me your orders, then.”

Tei nodded, “My lord, she commanded me to keep the engines warm till her return.”

He nodded, “Excellent. Do that. I will board the vessel and wait for her in our private chambers personally. Do not disturb us.” The finality of the word 'us' echoed as it caused a shiver to go up Tei's spine.

Tei bowed and led him across the pad toward ship. He turned and glowered at Kael who waited for him. Tonguing his cheek, he growled and focused on the keypad. Pressing a few buttons, the airlock opened as he stepped aside for his Khan. Kael bowed his head respectfully by tapping the rim of his hat with his finger as Jordai strode in. Tei growled angrily as Kael entered with the pack over his back. Being the last to enter, the door shut as Zee took her place to guard the only entrance into the landing pad with her pike slanted at one direction. Klyde stood beside her armed and ready to guard her back.


Returning to the landing pad, Aescun held Asia’aia’s hand as she led her along. Suddenly, she groaned tapping her head. She stopped as Asia’aia nearly ran into her leg. Looking up, she appeared concerned and tugged her hand. Aescun groaned and snarled before kneeling down before her, “Asia’aia, you need to hide. Now.”

The girl studied her with concern. Aescun shook her head and snarled. Her force sense warned her that they weren’t alone on the landing pad. She placed the com link in her hands and spoke, “Don’t ask. Just go. I will find you again.”

“Aes-,” the girl inquired.

Removing her dark cloak, she placed it around the girl as Aescun touched the side of her cheek with her left hand and spoke, “I won’t leave you, I promise. But you need to hide. You are not safe. Not now. Go!”

Confused, Asia’aia wrapped the cloak against her body and ran off to hide. Aescun groaned softly and stood. Walking around the corner, she walked toward the landing pad where two armored guards blocked her entrance to her ship. Recognizing them, she snarled softly, “Zee. Klyde.”

Zee kept her stoic silence as Klyde watched her approach. He spoke, “The Khan requests your presence at once onboard his personal starship. Come.”

Zee stomped her foot and placed her arm across her back as she pulled the force pike toward her. She would stand there for as long as it would take even throughout the night. Aescun snarled lightly and followed Klyde. Zee moved the pike back down to block passage to the landing pad and stood guard. Aescun followed him toward the open airlock. Klyde turned around on his heel and stood guarding the door. Stopping before him, she turned and whispered softly, “How are things onboard the fleet?”

Klyde paused for a few seconds. Holding no malice toward the beast, he sighed, “Bad now. Things are changing. Fast”

The Vanguard turned to look at her and spoke, “If I were you, I wouldn’t return to the fleet. Stay away. Far away if you can.”

Aescun growled lightly and nodded placing her hand on his arm. She squeezed his muscle gently. Keeping her right gauntlet on the hilt of her lightsaber, she turned away and walked through the airlock. Her world darkened slightly as the bright light escaped from the open airlock. Quickly, her eyes adjusted to the new form sitting on her couch. She snarled, “Kael.”

Before her, Tei angrily bickered with Kael as he paced back and forth with crossed arms. Kael looked at him with a smirk as he laid back against the soft couch while resting his head against his hands. His feet was propped atop the hologame table. Tei snarled and walked over to push his feet off the table. Kael protested. Looking behind the scowling Tei, he widened his eyes and stood to dust himself.

Confused, Tei rose his eyebrow. Suddenly, he froze in fear as a metal gauntlet touched his shoulder. Aescun shoved him aside with a snarl and scowled at Kael. Kael removed his hat and bowed his head respectfully. She snarled, “What are you doing here? I thought I already paid you.”

“That you did, Huntress,” Kael nodded and spoke, “Forgive my intrusion but I couldn’t help wondering if you needed an extra gun around here? As I said before, I have both pistols named Bolt and ‘slinger. I believe they would be much help. Since you helped me out greatly earlier, I felt the need to repay my service. I have sold my ship and gathered the credits that we might need for this journey. For that, I am prepared to donate a generous amount for the Khan’s personal Huntress if you will allow me?”

As his boots lightly kicked the bag, he placed his hand on his waist and stood casually as he placed his other hand on the holster of Bolt. He gazed upon the Huntress’s scowl fearlessly. Aescun thought for a few moments. Snarling quiet, she growled and waved her left hand with a dismissal toward her lieutenant, “Prepare a bunk for our guest, Lieutenant.”

Tei widened his eye with surprise and bowed quickly, “At once Huntress!” He turned back at Kael with a scowl and growled with anger. Kael nodded at him and tapped his forehead with his finger to salute him.

Aescun walked toward him and stared at the man curiously reading him. She felt no fear emanating from him as Kael seemed to be filled with hate and rage. He kept it all inside the shell and remained professional. Aescun spoke with a snarl, “Your name?”

Kael responded with a nod and a glint in his eye, “Kaelion Revel at your service, Huntress.”

Aescun responded straightforwardly, “Kael, you will take the bunk near the stairs at the bottom deck. You will be closer to the ramp of the ship and the lockers. We will discuss payment later.”

“Excellent, Huntress. You’ll not regret this,” with excitement in his tone, the gunslinger bowed his head and responded at the retreating back of the beast. Adjusting his hat, he took the credit from his pocket and flipped it across the air before catching it. He responded with a glint in his eye as he picked up his bag moved into his new bunk below the stairs, “This will be a fun adventure.”


In the small, private chambers of the beast, Jordai looked around the room with amusement. The voice in his head mused, The beast did well to redecorate the Khan’s private chambers, my liege.

Silently he nodded as he removed his uniform. Tossing it on the chair, he removed his undershirt to expose his muscular frame. Rolling the shirt, he tossed it and placed his arms behind his back. Before him, the doors opened as Aescun entered. Jordai changed his expression as he glowered at his subject. Aescun met his scowl and copied it without fear. Approaching him, she bowed her head and pounded her gauntlet fist against her chest. The beast knelt before him, “My Khan. You honor me.”

Jordai looked upon her and nodded. He noted the Nightsister crystal that glowed beside him. With a light smirk, he touched it and replied, “I see you brought along some of your personal belongings out of storage and decorated this chamber. Do you remember the year you were exiled to Dathomir to train under the nightsisters?”

Aescun growled softly and kept her head bowed. She remembered her year on that planet and kept the scars from her experience. The Khan approached his beast and moved his hand down to touch Aescun’s chin. Moving her up, he uttered, “Rise, my love and look upon the face that is your Khan.”

Slowly, she rose to her feet and gripped her fists as she scowled at him. Baring her fangs into a growl, she stared into his eyes. Jordai stroked her scarred jawline and smirked, “Good. I came here because it is time. Did you complete your objective? Is he dead?”

Aescune kept her unblinking scowl and growled, “Yes. By the will of the Emperor and by your will, my Khan. I made him pay in blood.”

Gazing into her eyes, he nodded, “Good.” Taking his wristband, he unlatched it and took it off. Aescun watched him and growled softly. As he placed the band on the table, he touched her collar. The beast flinched slightly at his touch.

“Easy, beast. For doing the job I commanded you to do, I shall reward you with freedom. You are still bound to me in service, but you will not walk out there with your powers dampened. By removing the collar, I place myself vulnerable to attack. However, you understand that I have my guards outside. I can summon them anything and they are trained to resist your powers and your manipulations, beast. They will fight to the death to make you dead if you strike your Khan,” he replied while unlatching her collar.

Growling softly, Aescun loosened herself with a snarl as he removed the collar with ease. She shook her head and stretched her neck with a moan. As Jordai placed the collar aside, he caressed her jaw. Placing his hand on the nape of her neck, he caressed her waist and moved her closer. He growled, “While bound to me, you are sworn to obey your Khan and produce an heir. You have no choice.”


Aescun growled softly. Placing her fingers into his belt buckle, she unlatched it. Kissing him on his lips, she snarled, “As you command, my Khan. My child will be yours.”

As she stepped back, she unlatched her armor. She removed her armor pieces one by one including her metal gauntlet. Jordai crossed his arms behind his back and waited. Undressing herself, he replied as she touched his cheek with her bare right hand, “Once my son is born and grown enough, you will be discarded. Turned into a slave and forgotten.”

Growling softly as she reminiscence back to the words of Malek, her Khan, she nodded obediently, “Of course. No question.” Moving close for a kiss, Jordai hugged her. He lifted her and carried her to the bed.

Outside of the Perilous Blade, Zee stood stoically as darkness fell across the city and the night lights came alive. Her face remained unchanging as her counterpart guarded the entrance into the blade. On the other side of the landing pad, Asia’aia waited and bided her time. Cloaked against the darkness, she merged with the crates and rested her head against the wall. Recovering the cloak her huntress gave her, it offered her warmth against the cold night.

 

Edited by greenhor
Checked it over again for typos. Man, I gotta read and edit stuff before posting em...
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(OOC: Okay. This is end of ACT I. I'm working on the Epilogue that will focus solely on two young Exiled Sentinels :)  Will be posted sometimes this week. This story isnt finished. It will continue. I just havent written it yet. The chapters I posted are those I already wrote. Some i added to it. ACT II will resume in January once I've written something up. The story isnt over. Its just the beginning!

I hope you all like the story. Trying to keep close to Star Wars Lore and Canon, so I appreciate comments and improvements :)

Happy Holidays! I hope you will have a great New Year!)

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