Reaffirmation of Wills

Hi everyone, Wesman here again! I know it's taking me a while to put out chapters for either story and I'm still sorry about that. Life is quite hectic right now between the death in my family, working retail during the holidays while understaffed, and trying to find a new job/doing interviews. Plus side, all those jobs would have nice M-F, 9-5 job that would give me a whole lot of free time to do things like writing rather then currently trying to find time between work and sleep at very different times each day of the week.

“Shit!” exclaimed Alema, “We’re caught in a tractor beam from the lead Harrower!” Alema told her companion, who sat next to her at the flying controls.

“Yeah, I figured that out when we stopped moving,” replied Wes with heavy sarcasm. “I’m currently trying to get out of the tractor beam,” Wes informed Alema.

“I’m trying to weaken the beam but this old ship can’t do shit,” a frustrated Alema reported. “God damn old Jedi technology!” Alema cried out.

“Hah! Look at you, the ex-Jedi, cursing your former comrades!” Wes noted as he let out a chuckle. “Perhaps you do have what it takes to be a true Sith with such a quick turnaround,” mused Wes as he tried another maneuver in an attempt to break out of the tractor beam.

“It’s no use,” decided Alema as she slumped back in her chair. “We can’t break free. We’ll have to come up with another plan for when we get dragged into the hanger bay,” suggested Alema.

“Agreed,” Wes said as he, too, leaned back in his chair as he gave a nod to what Alema said. “We need to come up with a new plan to get out of here,” Wes said as he thought to himself out loud.

“What if we look for some hidden cargo compartments?” Alema suggested. “I’m not sure if a Jedi vessel would have one, but it’s possible if they had to secret someone away under their protection,” thought Alema.

“What? No!” Wes said with anger in his voice.. “Sith don’t hide in secret compartments like some common smuggler! We’d rather die facing their enemy than hide! You’re exactly like I thought you are, a Jedi pretending to be a Sith! Any true Sith would never have suggested such a ridiculous idea!” Wes told his comrade.

“I am a Sith just like you!” Alema countered. “The mistress has trained me far more than she ha-” Alema was quickly shut up by Wes’ hand as it covered her mouth. His yellow eyes, the mark of one who has embraced the Dark Side of the Force, stared deeply into Alema’s still blue eyes, which matched his gaze with the same intensity his.

“No you aren’t. At least, not yet you are. Maybe that’s why my master has you tag along with me. Perhaps she thinks being with a true Sith will help you realize what is is to be one,” Wes decided as he noticed perhaps just a hint of the yellow a Sith has in her otherwise ocean blue eyes. Alema said nothing but just nodded as she took in what the other Sith had told her and what she had seen in a true Sith’s eyes.

“While this was supposed to be a secret mission, we will have to use our master’s name to get out of this situation. She’d rather we arrive alive with this information that die and have it lost to her,” Wes told Alema as he headed towards the exit. “Or even worse, fall into the hands of her enemies,” he finished as he exited the room.

“Y-yes, I agree,” Alema said weakly as she got up to follow Wes. Alema wasn’t sure what to think. Her look into Wes’ yellow eyes showed her a lot of various emotions buried deep within them ranging from anger and hatred, to even lust and possibly love.

The two walked to the entrance of their ship and waited for a few minutes. There was complete silence between the two as both thought about what Wes had said. Wes knew his feelings for Alema were all over the place. While he thought the alien was quite attractive and would love to have sex with her, he was also mad that his master decided to take her on as her apprentice alongside him. He had to suffer through the Sith Academy on Korriban for months as the first students transferred from Dromund Kaas. He has to suffer through his father’s enemies attempting to prevent him from graduating and being killed for his perceived weakness. Despite those odds, he was able to overcome those obstacles and get to apprentice to a Sith Lord who herself is the apprentice of a Dark Council member. Now he has to compete for her attention against this Jedi pretending to be a Sith and got to learn techniques their master made but only a woman can learn.

Wes’ words rung in the head of Alema. ”No you aren’t.” He bluntly told her she was not a Sith despite the fact that they both have the same master. That she taught Alema secrets of the Dark Side only a woman could know. While she did grow up in the Republic and raised by the Jedi, she never did quite feel like one. She was always just a bit too proud to let go of her emotions, a bit too stubborn not to do what she thought she should do. That all changed, however, when Wes captured her on that Republic Cruiser and took her to his master. There, after the torture freed her from the Jedi programming she was given as a child, Alema finally found a place where she felt she belonged. A place where following her emotions was not frowned upon but actually encouraged. However, Wes did not yet see her as a Sith but rather a Jedi pretending to be a Sith or, more likely, a rival to take away their master’s attention. I must make him realize I am just as much Sith as he is! I will become a powerful Sith Lord and make him recognize me as his equal! decided Alema as she reaffirmed her commitment to the Dark Side of the Force.

The silence in the ship was broken by Wes as he told Alema the plan he just thought of to get to the Sith in charge of the ship they were currently trapped on.

“I’ll tell them we are the apprentices of Lady Mutaria and demand to see the Lord in charge of this ship or face the wrath of the Dark Council,” explained Wes. “They’ll probably say we’re Jedi spies or some shit like that. So I’ll Force Choke the leader of the group and again tell them to take us to their leader. Some may start to fire on us and that’s where you come in,” continued Wes. “You’ll block the blaster bolts fired at us. With your two blades it should be no problem for you. Kill them or not, I really don’t care as long as there’s at least one left alive to get us to the Sith Lord in charge,” finished Wes.

“I can do that, no problem,” replied Alema. “This plan sounds like our only real option,” Alema determined. Not even two seconds after she finished, the two Sith heard sounds from outside their ship.

“Attention Jedi scum, we have you surrounded! Lower your ramp and toss out your lightsabers and you’ll be allowed to live!” shouted a modulated voice from a standard issue Sith trooper helmet. Wes complied as he hit the button to open the ship up to the troops.