Log 1- Lessons
#1 of Controlled Darkness
A Testament to Love, or the Sith Chapter 1
All characters are copyrighted Kajex firedrake unless otherwise noted.
Star Wars is copyrighted to whomever owns the rights and yadda yadda yadda (insert copyright info here.) This is my first story, something short and simple, and solo. I won't bother telling people to not read it if they're offended, or if their under-aged, because they're going to anyways. =P Enjoy.
First form. Strike forward, barrage twice to the right. Withdraw. Defend. Strike once. Again, faster. Sidestep right. Form two.
The dark padawan huffed, her breath loud as she struck once, and again, faster. A deep blue saber crossed with an orange blade, then withdrew. She sidestepped and moved into position, the gray bat snarling as she slashed at her master's head, hidden slightly beneath a black hood, part of robes of the same color.
A clear miss.
Within a moment, a brown boot had slammed into her gut, knocking her breath away, causing her eyes to widened as she struggled for air. Before she could, the boot's companion slammed into the side of her face, sending her flying across the temple floor. She yelped as she rolled, red lights sparkling as her eyes closed, until a wall stopped short her traveling. She yelped again as she contacted with this structure harder than she anticipated. Her saber clattered several feet away, the disengage-sensors turning off the blade. The bat groaned, but did not get up.
A growl from above made her jump. A boot in her gut made her cry out. "Get up, worthless padawan." A pitch black jaguar stood over her, deep crimson eyes narrowed in what looked like sheer hatred. "I offer to give you power and you don't even strive to prove yourself worthy. Any other master would have gutted you and feasted on your entrails, yet I've spared you for all your failure. Do not test my patience!" When she didn't get up, though she sought the energy to do so, the feline grabbed her by the throat. Though this feline was by no means overly strong, his connection to the force allowed him to slam her into the wall behind her as she again struggled for air, grabbing the jaguar's wrists.
"M...master!" she cried to cry out... "Please... don't..."
The jaguar's eyes narrowed once more. "Are you afraid to die?"
The bat struggled to breathe, but nodded. "Ye... yes master... I... don't wish to die..."
The jaguar stared at her for a moment. He grunted in disgust as he tossed her to the side, turning his back on her. As she gasped for air once more, he retrieved her saber, the handle flying into his hand. He did not turn back as he spoke.
"Your form is excellent. You move quickly and defend when it is needed. Moreover is your ability to anticipate when and where my saber will move, which far surpasses any other student I've had." He paused. "Yet then, even, you do not heed your own instinct and takes risks not worth taking. Had this been a duel to the death, your head, rather than mine, would be rolling along the floor now." Now he turned to face the padawan. "No Jedi would stop to destroy you. They see us as evil, and as such will take your life rather than spare it. You must stop taking risks and use your head!" he snarled out finally. "Otherwise it will be detached from the rest of you, a testament to the failures of the Sith! And I would not be made a fool of simply because you chose not to use your abilities to their fullest!"
The bat sat up against the wall, panting still. In a meek voice, strained from slight lace of air, she spoke. "Master Kajex... please... I beg yet to be trained under you further... I..." She closed her eyes. "I will do better."
The jaguar, Kajex, glared at her for a few seconds more, then shook his head and growled out a sigh of frustration. "I will regret my decision." He strode forward, grabbing her arm and getting her to stand. "You wish to be taught by the best, and you are. And every student who has challenged my power has ended up dead by my hand. Such is the way of the Sith, a ritual I detest." He walked the length of the room and sat upon a stone bench, little more than carved rock. The bat followed, limping a bit, but otherwise forgetting her pain. She kneeled before her master, looking up to him. He looked back down, giving a mirthless laugh. "You don't even have a clue as to what I speak of, do you?" The bat shook her head.
"Would you have this be your lesson for today? Nothing more will I teach you, until the next sunrise."
"I will listen. I..." she winced. "I fear my injuries will prohibit learning."
"As do I," the jaguar said truthfully. "Very well. You wish to know why I am harsh in my teaching? It has been the same with all Sith, myself included. I suffered a broken leg under my own master, before I took his life. It is, the Sith say, the will of the Force, for the strong to prevail over the weak." He looked to the bat. "As a result, when a student surpasses her master, it is 'customary' for them to slay them, and assert themselves as the master, taking on a new student. Would you find this wise?"
The bat hesitated. "Would my master wish to hear what he wants to hear?"
The jaguar frowned in irritation. "I did not ask to hear my own thoughts, but my student's thoughts," he responded.
The bat thought for a moment. "Well... no. Would it be better if we spared each other's lives instead of taking them?"
The jaguar nodded. "I come, then, across a student who possesses skill and wisdom. There is no power in taking a life. Anybody- a man, woman, child- can take a life with a knife, a lightsaber, a blaster, and even their own bare hands. Skill has much to do with it. If every Sith killed each other to assert themselves into power, they only prove that they were able to kill another, not prove they were powerful, or wise, or deserving of such a position. And meanwhile our numbers dwindle, until there are little more than a small group of pathetic kath hounds, fighting for a meager bone in the middle of the desert. No empire will last, no goal will be achieved. And in the end, we will all die anyway."
He looked to his student. "I will not kill you," the jaguar said simply. "But I will bring you as close to death for all your failings as I can- if you can't learn to better yourself, then even with my mercy, others will claim your head." He paused. "I can only hope you do not take the path my former students had. Should you... then you too, will end up dead." He rose.
"This concludes our lesson, Sannis. Leave me and meditate upon this. My training will be no less strenuous tomorrow."
With this, he strode away, leaving Sannis to limp away to her chambers. With each move, she whimpered, moving past other students that spared not a glance in her direction. She rounded a corner and found herself outside, under the baking sun of Korriban. It was as it had never been before, now more like the regal halls of a palace to be found in hell, a series of archways carved of stone leading in a loose connection to the student halls. To her right, she looked upon an endless sea of crags and sharp hills, and to her left, the remnants of the old Sith Lord tombs, the closest being that of Marka Ragnos. At the entrance to his tomb, she saw her master, conversing with other Sith masters, while other students worked at the entrance, moving rocks from the damaged doorway.
She looked harder, connecting to the force to see her master's face more clearly, his white braided locks exposed, shimmering in the sunset, as a gentle wind caused them to sway. He stood, she estimated, some 5 foot 7 or 8, far taller than she. His face was not fully visible, as it was turned to look to a fellow master. Whatever they were talking about, she figured, it was not good, for while Kajex's face was calm from her viewpoint, his eyes looked dangerous and blood lusting, something she knew well of him. The other master seemed to be screaming, a human male with a bald head and facial tattoos. She would have struggled to read their lips, but as it would have been difficult to do...
...She wondered if perhaps to delve into the feelings of her master would bring her answers. She looked hard at the jaguar, reaching for her connection to the force, attaining it and training it upon her master... many emotions seeped into her, the strongest being...
... fear?
Within moments after the feeling had crossed into her mind, Kajex turned his head, whipping it around so fast that it seemed like a reflexive twist, one that startled her so badly that she fell over and landed on her backside with a yelp. His eyes now bore not into the man near him, but his student, from long distance, maybe 300 meters away. His eyes still looked dangerous, and she knew it to be a face where he would begin to snarl, but it softened almost immediately as he identified her. No longer were his eyes narrowed, and for what was a rare experience, he looked like any normal feline of his alien species. She almost panicked, however, knowing well that the conversation he was having was likely none of her concern. She stood up quickly, but was unable to take her eyes off the jaguar, until a voice invaded her head.
Go to your chambers, padawan. We shall discuss this later.
Without a question, she hurried off to her chambers, shaken badly, despite the clear gentleness in her words.
She sighed, her pain now reduced to sores. Perhaps it was not in the nature of a Jedi or a Sith to take pleasure in the luxuries in life that were offered where one resided, but then, she wasn't Sith yet, either.
Neck-deep in a tub of heated water, she stretched out, nude form flexing, her wings, which were only flexible, elastic skin flaps from her wrist to just next to her breasts, she churred silently in personal relaxation. The day had brought light many things that normally did not come into focus. For one, her master had complimented her skill with a lightsaber (though that he had also reprimanded her lack of ability to discern what was wise to do in combat would not be ignored), and had revealed that he at least felt he wasn't wasting his time; she only hoped that she did not make him come to feel that she was. It had been the impatience and secret hatred of her last master that had driven her from the Jedi Academy she once studied at, and sought to study here instead.
And the days that she had spent in the beginning were terrible- at first, she was driven away from the academy, beaten, raped, and left to starve in the rocky wastes. Her will to survive sustained her only long enough for her to be found by the youngest of the Sith masters teaching at the academy, though he had told her to go soon after she recovered. She refused, and killed 12 students before she was subdued. Although slated for execution, the Trianii, Kajex, had requested her as his student, impressed with her skill. And since then, she had little to worry about. She slept and ate well enough, and had a powerful master to guide her. She sighed, thinking about the black feline, about how he had looked at her. Never had he displayed those crimson eyes in a manner that looked so soft and comforting, until that afternoon...
She shivered a bit, and found immediately that she was getting aroused. Her species was incredibly social, but she realized that under these circumstances, it would be considered only too friendly, if not something to be reprimanded for. Still...
She stroked just above her clit, rubbing her patch of fluffy fur, moaning softly as she did. She had never done this with her master in mind, but somehow it didn't seem to be a problem. A finger moved closer to the clit, rubbing it a little, granting another moan, this one a little louder. This was a rare treat to herself, mostly because she was rarely in the mood, but this was different... Again she moaned to herself as she now slowly inserted her forefinger into her body, bending it around to rub against her cunt walls. The tubwater was still hot, but it seemed to be cooling as her internal heat rose. She let out a growl of pleasure as she inserted that same finger deeper within the folds of her body, relaxing and tensing all at once, both the warmth of the water and the sensation of her self-pleasure wrestling over her mind. Within moments, the lusting need to release won over, and she inserted yet another finger, panting quietly as she pulled them out, then pushed them back in...
In the back of her mind, she wondered what the Trianii's maleness looked like. The closest he ever got to being nude was when she found him meditating in his chambers one night, dressed only in his cloth pants- his firm body looked so attractive, but it was only a split second after that when she was thrown from the room by way of the force... but still... so good looking...
She suppressed a moan as the image melded with her imagination, which now took hold of her along with her self-pleasure, and could almost see and feel this firm, attractive feline over her, gasping as she nearly felt his participation in her personal coitus, thrusting his own maleness into her... she could only imagine, but it was so sweet, she didn't wish to let go of the image... she only barely kept quiet another moan as her body was racked with pleasure again, whimpering as she slipped over the edge... Another fluid entered the now lukewarm water she was in, and her scent filled her room as she came hard, letting out whimpering gasps of bliss as her fingers were clamped around by her cunt walls... she shivered, arching her back as a strong release took her, and then relaxed...
After a few moments she let out a sigh, shivering a bit. The bath had done no good in any way, except to ease some of the pain she still had. Still, she was more used to it now, and it had been a while since she had treated herself to this pleasure. But now she was hanging her head shamefully, knowing full well such a scenario would never come to pass, and soundlessly wept to herself... it was something she wanted more than anything, and with anybody... just anybody...
After a few minutes of quiet reflection, she stood up, wiping herself dry and donning her sleeping robes... the image of her master's face danced in her head, even as she turned off the light, even as she drifted off into sleep...
Indeed, even as she dreamed...