A Meeting of Young Sith

“If you don’t want the wrath of the Dark Council to fall on you and your families, you’ll take us to the Sith Lord in charge!” demanded Wes as Alema flanked him on his left side. The Sith soldiers gave a look to each other, not entirely sure what to do with the declaration that was made by the two Force users that stood before them. Eventually, the commander spoke up.

“There are no records of any Sith being sent to this stat-” the commander was cut off as he felt a strong pressure wrap around his throat, as if a hand was squeezing down on it. He knew there was no hand on his throat and only one possible solution presented itself: these two were, in fact, Sith lords. While their commander choked, the soldiers quickly went from a relaxed stance to a readied stance as they raised their blasters only to be met with Alema’s lightsabers, both ignited and ready to attack them. The commander waved his hands in a motion to let his men know to stand down, which they reluctantly did. Wes, satisfied the commander had learned his lesson, released the soldier from his Force Choke.

The man let out a few coughs and gasps for breath as his lungs once again welcomed the precious oxygen back into them and allowed the man to survive. After a few moments the commander regained his posture as he signaled his men to make way for the two Sith.

“I beg your forgiveness, my lord! Our intel said no Sith knew the Star Forge was here, let alone two Sith there on reconnaissance! We plead for mercy from you both!” the commander said in an attempt to save himself and his men from the wrath of the Sith that stood before them. Wes laughed at the groveling before he answered with a smile on his face.

“We do not expect you low born to know of our plans. Your master, however, should have known better than to assault this ancient relic without the explicit support of the Dark Council and Emperor! Bring us before him so he can explain his transgressions against their authority!” demanded Wes with a large amount of authority in his voice.

I must say, seeing this side of Wes is quite intoxicating. Perhaps the Mistress was right, I should do everything in my power to get him on my side. He’ll be a great ally. I’d rather be on his good side than his bad side, even if we are both apprentices to the same Mistress. Alema thought to herself as she felt the hotness from her groin slowly move upwards. She knew this was not the time to act on that feeling and would rather wait until they were both in a more private setting before she did anything about this new side of Wes and these new feelings she felt for him.

“As you wish, m’lord!” the commander said. “If you’d both follow me, I’ll take you right to him,” he said as he began to walk between the two columns the soldiers had formed. The three made their way to the turbolift where the commander punched in a certain sequence which seemed to change the turbolift’s light color. “There, now we can go to the bridge, where the Sith in charge of this ship is observing the battle,” the commander told Wes and Alema.

“Very well, take us to him now,” Wes said as he added extra emphasis on the word now to get his point across.

“Of course, that is why I’m doing this, m’lord! Please, step into the turbolift!” the commander said as he motioned for Wes and Alema to enter. Neither moved.

“You first. To know you aren’t tricking us,” Wes said with a calmness in his voice.

“You’d think?! I would never think of doing that! Of course I’ll go in first!” the commander said as he stepped into the turbolift. Satisfied it was not a trap, the two Sith entered the turbolift with their still very scared commander. After a very quiet turbolift ride, the three reached the bridge of the ship.

“L-lord Veradun, I have the occupants of the shuttle. It turns out they are Sith as well!” the commander tells his Sith master.

“So that was the Dark Side presence I felt,” was all he said before he turned to face the two Sith that stood before him.

“I am Lord Veradun, apprentice of Lord Vindican, who retook our glorious homeworld from the Jedi,” boosted the Sith Lord. “I did not know that there were Sith secretly sent to this old station. Tell me, who sent you?” he asked. Wes and Alema looked at each other before either of them spoke.

“It does not matter who sent us, Lord Veradun, the real question is: how do you know where the Star Forge is?” asked Wes. Lord Veradun let a small smile creep across his face as he secretly applauded the way Wes expertly deflected his question back at him.

“Anyone who studied the history of the Sith Empire knows the story of the Star Forge, known by the Emperor, who tasked Darths Revan and Malak to find the weapon and use it to conquer the Republic for the Empire. I merely followed the clues that were there. But it seems this station is in far worse condition than I originally thought and it seems you two did not help its condition,” Veradun explained to the two Sith as he subtly took a jab at them.

“We were merely doing as our master ordered us to do,” Alema retorted. Lord Veradun changed his gaze from Wes to Alema. When he saw Alema, his smile became even more prominent.

“Ah! So you, too, have a twi’lek slave?” Veradun said in a rather jolly tone. “My own twi’lek slave is currently over there, commanding the forces as they engage with the Republic. She speaks on my authority so none would dare second guess what she says,” Veradun said with a tone that seemed more than merely master and slave.

“I am not his slave!” Alema shot back. “Mistress has decided to take me on as an apprentice along with Wes. We are equals!” she said with an angry tone. Veradun just continued to smile as Alema spoke to him.

“Ah, so a female master, hmm? Perhaps one of the Dark Council? No, they wouldn’t take an alien as an apprentice. They are too mired in tradition to do that. No, you’re both merely apprentices to some minor lord who matters not. Kill them and let’s move on from this battle,” Lord Veradun told his men, who all readied their weapons.

“So, you don’t know who I am, then? You must not be well known in Sith politics.,” Wes said in a taunting tone to Lord Veradun. “I am Wes, son of Darth Maleous of the Dark Council. So, still wish to execute us and have a member of the Dark Council come to ruin your career before it’s truly reached its zenith?” continued Wes, who now wore a large smile on his face.

“I see,” was Lord Veradun’s initial response. “It seems I underestimated you two. Very well, return to your ship and we’ll let you leave when we are back in Sith Space. I shall watch your career with great interest,” Veradun told the two younger Sith before he turned his back to them to focus on the battle happening through the window.

“Very well. Let’s go, Alema,” Wes said as he turned and headed to the turbolift. Alema followed suit as the two entered the turbolift to return to the hangar bay they were docked at.

“Do you think the Mistress will be angry at us?” asked Alema.

“Us? You are the one that told him our master was a female,” Wes pointed out.

“Ugh! Yes! I know!” Alema said. “But was it wise to reveal who your father is?” she asked, with a hint of concern in her voice.

“Well, it was either that or we die. And I would much rather live another day,” pointed out Wes.

“Fair enough. Let us return to our ship, gather our guest, and return to the Mistress,” Alema suggested.