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Enjoying Death

Stephanie Swail

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The Valley of Golg
Korriban, Horuset System


The sun was shallow on the horizon of the Sith homeworld, a burial ground for many Sith Lords and home to many secrets still hidden in the tombs and catacombs under the surface. Asterion stood on the sands and looked out to the horizon, watching the sun on it's way down. A few decaying bones here and there, a couple of scuttling insects...it felt good to be home.

A few mountains surrounding him and the small fighter marked the Valley of Golg, another area on the equator of the planet that was home to forgotten Sith remains. However, it was away from the Valley of the Dark Lords and wasn't going to be the first place anyone would look for a missing royal.

Inhaling deeply and feeling a sense of pride amongst the planet he had been born on and spent so many years, he turned and slowly walked to the open landing ramp. He had discarded his torn black robe and just wore his black and silver armour that bore many scars from confrontations he had lived through.

Bending low into the cargo hold of the small ship, the young girl he had relieved from a trapped destiny on Ession was asleep, or dead. Hopefully the former. His heavily stubbled face studied the almost peaceful breathing pattern and Force aura the girl was emanating for a moment. This wasn't going to be easy, for either of them. But it was going to be so rewarding.

Asterion leant against the ship and banged his hand on the inside wall.

"No, it wasn't a dream. And no, you're not dead. Although I'll make sure it's as enjoyable for you."

[member="Felicity Mason"]
 
In her head, Felicity was safely back home. Not the home on Ession, nor the home on Naboo. She was home on Imerria, listening to one of Daddy's stories with her little sister Celeste curled up next to her. Mom was sitting on the chair on the far wall of the parlor, smiling as she listened to Daddy read out from the book in his hands. In the hallway, Owain was arguing with his uncle, pausing in the door way to stick his tongue out at her.
Normal. It was all how it should be. And Graxin was-

One loud bang tore the young woman from her pretending. She knew where she was at once because he answered her questions before she could answer. It hadn't all been just a bad dream.She opened her eyes after a long moment, blinking heavily. She was still in a dirty nightgown and robe. She was still on this ship. She was still strapped down like cargo. If she had not already used up all her tears, she might be crying now. It was a shame that she couldn't.

"Where am I?" she forced herself to ask. She had to be strong. She had to learn what she could.

[member="Asterion"]
 

Stephanie Swail

Guest
He looked at her for a while after she asked the question. On the outside she was weak; broken and alone. But inside he could feel the strength bubbling away. It was tainted and blinded by what others had moulded her into, but it was there. She was a survivor.

"You're on Korriban. Where? Well I wont say so soon, but we are on the planet I was born and raised."

Asterion raised his hand and pulled up the restraining bars from her body with the Force, rising back to the wall with a thud.

"It's barren, it's hot, it's dirty and it's dangerous."

He let the words sink in.

"Why do you think I've brought you here, princess. Speak honestly, don't say what kark you think I want to hear."


[member="Felicity Mason"]
 
Korriban. She knew about that planet. Owain told her all about it. This was where he had been born, where he was raised, where his mother died. He spoke about being from here with such pride. Spoke of how tough it was to survive here. Felicity had always waved this away with a laugh. He was always trying to show off to her in some way. Now that she was here though, she was starting to think she was wrong to be so unimpressed.

"You want honesty?" The girl raised an eyebrow, trying her hardest not to look half as terrified as she felt as she pulled herself to her feet, "I think you brought me here because you're a creepy pervert who has a thing for younger women."

That was right. Sass. She'd had hours before she fell asleep to come to terms with her situation. This Sith had went through all that trouble to get to her, bring here here, all while making sure she was kept alive. If he wanted to kill her, he would have done it. He would not slice open his little prize because she insulted him. And, oh Force, did it feel good to throw this back at him. She hadn't forgotten anything he said yet.

[member="Asterion"]
 

Stephanie Swail

Guest
With a slight arch of his eyebrows, the Sith Knight contemplated what she had assumed of him.

"Youth. Why is it always obsessing over one thing."

He stood against the loading ramp door, the red and orange behind him and the warm sun shone down from above. A gentle breeze howled around the ship, nothing dangerous however.

"I assure you I am not a...creepy pervert. Nor do I have a thing for 'younger' women."

Asterion stopped lower and moved forward to the girl.

"If I was, your broken body would now by lying in a ditch somewhere. I wouldn't hold onto you for cheap thrills. I would hold onto you however if I felt you had something to give back to the galaxy your family has been sucking away from it. Purpose. Dignity."

Maintaining eye contact, it was time to apply the gradual mental breakdown of her defences.

[member="Felicity Mason"]
 
Felicity stared for a long time. Should she believe him? He did have a point. He could have just used her and dumped her body somewhere. Really didn't make much sense to bring her all the way out here for that.

"So you're not gunna...?"
She crossed her arms in front of her chest confused.
"Then what do you want? You brought me here to give me... purpose? What does that even want?"

[member="Asterion"]
 

Stephanie Swail

Guest
"Felicity, daughter of Feena; Queen of Naboo, and a failure of father. Two parents who both are as reckless and embarrassing as they come who have restricted their daughter in growing up."

He didn't move as he stared down at her, meeting her steely gaze and mature determination to stand up to her aggressor.

"This planet is the spiritual home of the Sith. Do you know about the Sith following?"

[member="Felicity Mason"]
 
Failure. Brilliant blue eyes narrowed at the word. Nobody talked about her father that way! Daddy was a wonderful man. Daddy was kind and smart and strong. And most important of all, he was her Daddy. She wanted to say something, snap at him. But she held her tongue for the moment. She stepped forward, arms still stubbornly crossed.
Much as she hated to admit it, however, he did have a point. She was sheltered. Mom did not want to let go of her. Didn;t want to let her grow up.

"My father was a Sith. You know. The 'failure'. And my best friend is from this planet too. I think I know enough."

[member="Asterion"]
 

Stephanie Swail

Guest
The Sith didn't move - it was all working in his favour, and the young girl bit.

"Daddy, daddy, daddy. Where is "Daddy" now? I've never heard of him. And probably why he was such a failure, because he's let his daughter become the subject of the very thing he would have hated you to follow - the Dark Side."

He smirked.

"Enough of this. Do you want to rest some more, or do you want to learn what it takes to survive, to be powerful, to be respected. And, importantly, to be someone who fears NOTHING."


[member="Felicity Mason"]
 
"Don't you talk about my Daddy!" she snapped, "Don't you ever!"
Her face went red with anger. Graxin would be ashamed to see her fall into such an obvious trap, but Felicity couldn't control her anger. Not yet. She was a girl with a short temper. If this Sith didn't watch it, she'd probably take a swing at him soon.

"I don't need you to tell me how to survive. I lived through the invasion of Naboo. I survived. I wasn't scared then, and I'm not scared now."

She was lying, but she wasn't about to admit it. He'd insulted her family. That was something that was going to be met with sass. Stubbornly, she tossed her long messy blonde hair out of her face and stormed past her kidnapper.

[member="Asterion"]
 

Stephanie Swail

Guest
Asterion could feel the anger bubbling away in her; an untamed frustration at the world and desire to shout, to scream and to lash out. A bottle being shaken that needed to be popped to release the venom inside.

He watched the girl storm out, past his figure and down into the sands of the planet. There would be a desolate view to welcome her. Desolate, but breath-taking. A large moon loomed above in the atmosphere and the mountains reached around where the ship landed. He turned to watch what she did.

”Daddy? Oh please, you sound as pathetic as he does, not to mention your coward of a brother. Graxin. Yes, your emotion tells me a great deal. You’re like an open book.”

He smirked to himself, enjoying the amplification of pressure.

”And you survived the invasion of Naboo? Wow. Were you kept in a nice secure palace or bunker with lots of people swarming around you? You have no idea. Maybe this was a mistake after all to waste my time on you, kid.”

Pushing off from the metal door frame, he stepped down into the soft sand and looked at her back.

”Your coward of a brother would be far more useful to me on second thought, and I guarantee your…Mummy…would wish you were soon dead instead of him.”


[member="Felicity Mason"]
 
Another flash of anger, and then another. She grit her teeth, whirled around and stormed over to get right in his face. She couldn't control her temper anymore.

"Leave my Daddy and my Brother out of it!" she screamed, pushing a lock of blonde hair away from her torn and scarred ear, "I got this from the Naboo invasion. I wasn't safe. I wasn't protected. I got hurt. I bled. I got scars. But you know what? You should'a seen the other girl when I was done with her! You wouldn't be messing with me if you knew what I was capable of."

She turned around to face the horizon, ready to let that anger drain out of her. Ready to let it all go. But something deep inside of her snapped. She turned around again and aimed her fist at the Sith's jaw. She could hit hard. Owain knew that first hand. She frequently got in fist fights in school, and she never lost. Not once. Not during the Naboo invasion either. She lost the tip of her ear. The ASA agent that tried to hurt her though? She lost three fingers, and a lot of blood. Her body was probably somewhere rotting away in the sewers now.
And Felicity didn't feel guilty about it. She survived. Nothing could bring her down. Nothing could hurt her. She wouldn't let it.

[member="Asterion"]
 

Stephanie Swail

Guest
She was glowing with rage, and Asterion braced himself for anything - something - that would erupt from that pressure inside her. Closer she came, sand crunching beneath her feet. Asterion held his ground as she yelled and screamed at him. He glanced at her ear, a nasty little flesh wound. That was nothing.

About to goad her once more, he didn't have time before she span and laid a punch across his chin. It didn't hurt, but it was a dull thud on the bone that rattled him. Recoiling, Asterion chuckled to himself and stretched the dull ache. So the little girl could defend herself when little arguments broke out here and there.

It was a start.

He took two steps towards her. Stopped. Looked at her young face.

"Pathetic."

Not yet.

[member="Felicity Mason"]
 
Her knuckles hurt. Her pride was bruised.
The girl went red in the face as he stepped closer. He didn't even react to her hitting him. All the other kids she encountered at school cried and bled. He did nothing. She screamed at the top of her lungs and swung again, this time aiming for his stomach. Daddy taught her the basics of self defense. He taught her how to make a fist, where to swing. Uncle Barnabus taught her how to hold a knife and how to stab. Graxin taught her how to hold a saber and how to control the basics of the Force.
Mother taught her to always hold her head high. Owain taught her how to love her enemy.

She was starting to forget.

[member="Asterion"]
 

Stephanie Swail

Guest
Why should the girl control her emotion? She didn’t know what was happening; she didn’t know how weak it made her and how open for attack she made herself.

It took a moment for him not laugh at her wild scream and next attack coming. It was time to make her know who was in charge – time to start breaking her down, just as he had been broken down by Lady Kryos up above the planet in a cold starship.

As her punch came to his stomach, Asterion brought out his left hand and swallowed up her tiny fist in his, curling his fingers around her small digits and gripping them hard. He leant forward slightly.

”Your emotion makes you laughable.”

Twsiting her hand back on itself steadily…inch by inch.

”Your emotion makes you weak.”

The Sith brushed a lock of her hair from her red face.

”I will make you strong.”

He let go of her hand. And the second he did he brought up his right hand and swung a fist up to her stomach. Not full of brute force, but hard enough for her to really feel it.


[member="Felicity Mason"]
 
Her fist was caught in his. She should have known better. She really should have known, but her anger was thinking for her, making her do stupid things. She grimaced and hissed in pain when he twisted her hand back, desperately trying to wrench free of his grip. But strong as she was, he was stronger. She wasn't the biggest kid on the playground anymore. Now she was seeing what it felt like to be weak and small.
Her eyes locked on his when he reached up with his other hand to push a lock of messy hair out of his face. She'd seen this strange gesture before. In holofilms, it was always the romantic interest doing this, right before the kiss. Owain did the same. But she knew this was not about to go that way. Thank the Force. Still, she was not prepared for what happened when he let go of her fist.

The girl gasped in shock as his fist collided with her stomach. She leaned into it, the breath positively ripped from her lungs as she crumpled to the dirt. She'd never been hit like that before, and the worst part was that she was sure this wasn't even the hardest he could hit. She fell onto her side, gasping for air as black dots danced in front of her vision. Instinctively, she curled into a ball, hands pressing her bruised abdomen. This pain was nothing compared to her injured pride however.

[member="Asterion"]
 

Stephanie Swail

Guest
This was like batting an annoying insect out of your face; a mild irritation. Asterion felt nothing when the girl crumpled. It was a little hit, she’d get over it. She was too wrapped up in her own blind anger and rage that everything she had been built around was now working against her.

She had nothing to offer him – hence breaking her down bit by bit.

He looked at her for a moment.

”I’m sorry, kid.”

He held out his hand, down towards her wheezing body and kept it there. Was he sorry? Not at all.

Were she to take it, it would then be time to bat away that other annoying insect inside her head – Owen? Owain? Ewan? Either way, Asterion would make sure he would harm her more than the Knight.

If not, Asterion would do it himself.


[member="Felicity Mason"]
 
”I’m sorry, kid.”

Coughing, she lay there for a good long minute, then finally, she brought her confused, blinking blue eyes to stare at the hand offered to her. Sorry? Did he just say sorry? Why? For what? For hitting her? Or for taking her away from family? Something inside her made her feel...appreciative? No. Not the right word. The had the image in her mind of Owain, the day after she met him. They hated each other right away. It took a long time for them to become friends. She remembered the way he'd held his hand out to her just like this after knocking her down.
She knocked the Sith's hand away, just like she had done with Owain.
She had her pride. Nobody would help her up after knocking her down. She would not let them. She'd stand up on her own. She was a Mason girl. Daddy taught her to have faith in herself, to find her own strength. She would do that.

She struggled to her feet, wobbling, but standing none the less.

"...D-don't help me up," she hissed, "Don't ever try to help me up. I won't allow anyone to baby me."

[member="Asterion"]
 

Stephanie Swail

Guest
Maybe this was what he was expecting, but it was time to draw the line and see what she could do when really pushed.

With a small nod, raising his eyebrows slightly in submission, Asterion shrugged slightly.

”Fine.”

His hands curled and he brought his fingers together, focusing on Felicity’s delicate windpipe. It was a simple trick, but often got the results one wanted. He applied pressure to her throat and raised her so the tips of her feet brushed the sand below.

”Then you’ve just proved you have nothing to offer me.”

Asterion gripped harder, a small snarl forming at the corners of his mouth.

”You were born a nobody, and you will DIE a nobody.”

He was happy for her to die before him, but he didn’t want her to. However, only she could tap into that rage and fear inside her to get out of this, and he was counting on it.

”I wonder if Mummy will be as easy to break as you were without Daddy around to save her, like he couldn’t save you…”


[member="Felicity Mason"]
 
She'd hardly had time to catch her breath when her throat closed. She clawed at her windpipe, trying desperately to tear away at the invisible force holding her up. Her toes scrapped the sand, kicking up dust in her struggle. What had Graxin taught her? He'd been teaching her how to shield herself, but she never quite caught on. She struggled with the Force sometimes. It didn't come naturally to her like it did with her little sister. Maybe he should have gone after Celeste instead? She'd be much less of a disappointment-

What am I thinking? Shut up, shut up, Felicity. Think! What did Graxin teach you? The human body can survive only a few minutes without oxygen before the brain starts to shut down. You lost about thirty seconds. Come on. Come on!

Her vision was already going blurry. Her kicking feet danced a wild rhythm in the air. Her face was going red.

So this is how I die. Not very glamorous. Nobody will ever find my body out here either. What a waste-

The word 'Mummy' hit something deep inside her. Mummy. Daddy. He's going to try to kill-

NO!

She pushed out with everything she had, a great wave of energy. The only thing that could save her, save her mom, dad, Graxin, Celeste, Uncle Z, Uncle B... Owain. Everyone. She had to survive by any means necessary.

[member="Asterion"]
 

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