Aeva returns to her ship.

"Deal." Anakin said. The whole affair felt bad to him, powerfully so, but he just couldn't turn away that amount of credits.

"I'd like to leave as soon as possible." Aeva said. "The day after tomorrow, perhaps. Could we meet up on Cenlinn Station?"

Aeva spoke of the nearby space station, a hub of sorts for spacers throughout the system.

"That sounds workable. I need some time to put things in order. My ship, affairs in the shop."

"Wonderful." Aeva said, as he showed her the door. Just as she was about to cross the threshold, the brunette turn back towards him.

"Anakin," she started, drawing close. She stared him dead in the eye. He felt a sort of spark jump between them. Putting her arms around him, Aeva brought her mouth to his ear. "Years from now, you're gonna look back on this moment as the best decision you ever made. Believe me."

And with that, she left. Anakin watched her saunter away, leaning on the doorframe, hands in his jumpsuit pockets. Aeva Fontayn. A galaxy's worth of trouble, poured into a dress that would put any of the Queen of Naboo's to shame.

-

A few minutes later, and Aeva had crossed the small town, finding herself at the small, well-maintained spaceport. Returning to her personal craft, she entered, sat at the controls, and keyed in a trajectory to take her up into orbit. It wasn't long before she'd exited the atmosphere of the sleepy world.

"X9, patch my father through to the comm room, yeah?" Aeva called out, heading out of the cockpit and into the corridor.

"Of course, Mistress Fontayn." the black durasteel crabwalker droid nodded in assent, skittering about the ship. Just as Aeva crossed into the comm room, an elegant space of gleaming metal, black leather sofas, her father came up on the holoprojector.

A white-haired, bearded man of about 80 years, Aeva's father stood before her, a vision of regal comportment in a black tunic and a cape of dark silks shrouding him.

"I've made contact, Father." Aeva announced. "With Skywalker."

The imposing figure on the holoprojector nodded.

"And what was your impression of the man?" His voice was deep, confident, regal. The voice of a leader or a statesman.

"He is strong in the ****." Aeva admitted. "The Jedi were foolish to let him slip through their grasp."

"Indeed. And what of his disposition?" her father asked.

"He took the job I offered. " Aeva said. "The greasemonkey was never going to turn down that sort of money." Or me, Aeva thought. Though she held that one back.

"It will not be Republic credits that sway him to our cause." Count Dooku said haughtily. "It will be power, adventure, the chance to have all he was denied."

"Part of Skywalker seemed contented, Father." Aeva interjected. "He has a decent enough life, work, family, companionship. Might we not remove some of these obstacles to claiming him?"

Dooku looked at her impatiently.

"That would be unnecessary, my dear. Young Skywalker will leave his old life behind most willingly. The call of the Dark Side is strong, and few are the men who would choose the life of a humble repairman over the life of a Sith Lord."

"Yes, my master." Aeva said, bowing her head.

"Now, to your purpose, child. Bring Skywalker to me. He will become my newest apprentice. And together, the two of you will be the seed of a Secret Academy. My master will find out that we are the future of the Sith. And we will not be two, but many."

"Yes, father." Aeva nodded, as her father left.

Some time before they arrived at the station, Aeva undressed and collected her lightsaber from the cubby where it was stored with her robes. The device was elegant, silver and curved, just as her master's, her father's.

Heading to the training room, Aeva activated her lightsaber. The fizzing blade bathed her naked body in a crimson light as she worked through her forms. The brunette smiled to herself. Soon, she would have Anakin to train with.

Convincing him to embrace the Dark Side would be a rare pleasure, the Sith Apprentice thought, as she twirled, expertly working her blade.

His life on Fergun Crioch, his mother, his sister, that irritating twi'lek, he would forsake them all for her father's tutelage, for her, for power untold.

And she would be the temptress at his ear, the hand sliding below his belt at every step of the way.

Aeva deactivated her lightsaber. She'd have to continue her practice later.

Settling down on the workout mat, Aeva spat on the tip of her lightsaber, and then brought it to her nethers.

While she fucked herself, she thought of Anakin Skywalker.

He was handsome. He was powerful, he was passionate. She'd felt the magnetism between them back in the workshop. A part of her had wanted to make a move on him then and there. She very well might have, if not for Diyanah and the annoying protocol droid. Hell, the droid clanking about alone might not have stopped her.

The thought of that made Aeva move her weapon faster. She gasped, and prayed her father would never learn she used the lightsaber he'd had her build in such a way.

And Skywalker, he was strong in the ****. Stronger than anyone she had ever met. Strong, but untrained. Just like her mother. Dooku had met her when he was still a Jedi Knight. The council's business had brought him to their impoverished moon.

Things had transpired, and Dooku had left her mother with child. He would never see her again, she died in childbirth, and it wasn't until Aeva was a child that her father had sent for her in secret.

Brought up in luxury and trained to the point of exhaustion, Dooku had transformed her from a poor Outer Rim girl to the elegant woman she was today. The daughter of a Count.

She'd give Anakin daughters, one day. And sons. To think of the frantic nights of breeding ahead made her keen out a moan that reverberated across the training room. Aeva fucked herself harder, faster, visions of the future seducing her.

Her father had only said he wanted Skywalker as another secret apprentice, but Aeva knew full well the man desired a bloodline, a dynasty. It only made sense to intermingle Skywalker's strength with their own.

Together they would make Princes of the Sith, powerful scions to rule over the emergent Sith Order, Sith Civilisation, as it subsumed the weak and tired Republic.

"Aaaaa-aaah!" Aeva dropped her saber as she the thought sent her over the edge. The weapon clattered to the ground at her arse.

Rising to her feet, Aeva caught her breath, then bent to pick up the lightsaber, slick with her honey.

She had to laugh, such potent dreams of what was to come, she could taste it, feel his flesh against hers when she made him relent. Dreams, yes, but ones both she and her father would be working very hard to see come to fruition.

"See you soon, Anakin." Aeva chuckled, as she strode out of the training room, her dripping weapon in hand. She needed a shower.