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Private When a Lady becomes a Lord

Blackened Valkyrie — The 14th Wife
Factory Judge


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Teresa appeared in the viewer box dressed in training gear and parts of her battle armor. She had swapped out the leather boots and slipped on her gauntlet and gloves. Otherwise, only simple black cloth like the easy-to-move kama's and a top that wouldn't easily catch. The Valkyrie's eyes overlooked the training room as the floor began to finally shift. The woman did not know which would be selected or the settings that would be applied.

One hundred and fifty prisoners of war had been funneled into six rooms. GADF and Mandalorians had been separated so they'd only be amongst their own. However, it was between all of these GADF and Mandalorians to decide terrain, time of day, and weather conditions, though limited to what was possible. There was no communication between each cell, but they could see what they voted for. Regardless of the outcome, all of them had been fed a lie and given an objective: survive and obtain freedom. The walls in their rooms offered gear, defaced GADF armor unique to the room, spears, swords, and fifty blasters divided between each. Everything was set up to give the warriors hope.

It was not just the Blackened Valkyrie that could watch the change, as behind energy field doors, they could all see what the collective had chosen. It was a cruel deception, especially since they could not see their true opponent behind a mirrored window. So how many were smart enough to work out the game? The terrain began to be lifted up, fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. Between the six cells, they had chosen partly misty and rocky terrain with many elevations. There was plenty of cover too for the things that could be in front.

It was clear to Teresa what their plan was. "Okay let them out, and take positions. Let them decide if they are each other's enemy or if they work out that they are comrades. If they've killed each, secure the victors and restart it again," she said to the woman who sat behind the controls of a terminal. "If not and they rally, notify me." She saw the woman nod, understanding her orders.

Teresa turned back, walking through the door that led to her personal abode.

Just on the inside, Komi was standing waiting with two other retainers she'd trained. The two bowed their heads, not making eye contact, but not Komi as her position was special. No, she always met the Valkyrie's eyes, for that woman was her purpose. The Kainate was always her home, and all the other kids would never attain such a position afforded by fate. With a confident, soft-spoken voice, the girl spoke, "Mistress, Galatea is still down for her nap and the nanny is currently overwatching her."

Her hands would also flip the datapad around, showing Teresa the full-length message, though knowing her Mistress she simplified it. "You have also received a message that Lord Carnifex will be visiting sometime this evening. Though no time has been specifically left so He could arrive at any time."

"That's fine. He is likely having a busy day. So in the meantime, I will continue with my thing till He's here." Teresa had an obvious smile thinking about seeing Kaine today and wondered if he'd get to see her run live training. "Since I've a little time to kill, have the kitchen prepare a snack and tea and have it brought to my chambers," Teresa ordered in a nonchalant way. "I'll go get my daughter, surely it will be soon to feed her too."

"I will have it prepared for you immediately," Komi said while bowing her head a little to set an example for the two retainers with her, one of whom she turned to look at. "You, go inform the kitchen, you prepare the tea. Remember the steps that you were taught, failure will result in punishment… Understand?"

"Y-yes, I-I understand," the girl said, feeling panicked at the mention of punishment.

Three hours had passed before the communicator began to go off. It did not make a peep, but the vibration on her wrist was what notified the Valkyrie. She moved Galatea from being cradled in both arms to lightly holding her against her shoulder securely, being bounced a little. Teresa had to use the force to push the button on the communicator to accept the incoming call. "Is it ready yet?"

"It is, yes. There are a couple of injuries and deaths from the batch, however ninety percent are still in good condition to begin the scenario," the woman informed the Sith as she had been told. "Also, it seems they have had time to try and plan an escape."

Teresa amusingly scoffed with a grin. "Doubtful. Anyway, I will be down shortly." The call ended quickly as her eyes fell into the top of her daughter's head. Her hand reached up, lightly petting the baby. "Come on, let's get you back down for your nap." The bouncing stopped as she shuffled herself to the edge of her bed and stood up to walk into the adjoining room. The nanny for her daughter was still in here patiently waiting. However, the Valkyrie did not say a word to the woman.

As Galatea was placed into her crib, the little one would coo and reach up to grab anything her little hands could grasp. Incidentally, that thing would be Teresa's finger, which got a big smile. "My, you are just too cayoooooot," she said, moving into a baby voice. "But mama has to go run a live training exercise because she wants to blow up those smelly things taking up space. Yes she does, yes she does." Teresa could barely hold back a giggle with an enduring expression. Her finger eventually slipped from the tiny hand.

Leaving the room, Teresa saw no one on the other side this time to meet her. The woman did not have to see the head retainer to know where she was. It was strange though; the girl should be down for her lunch, yet she stood in the hangar, it felt like. The woman decided to pay it no mind and made her way down to the door leading into the training sphere.

As the shuttle came in, Komi was ready to greet Lord Carnifex personally. Her head was bowed down awaiting for his eminence to depart the craft before speaking. "Lord Carnifex, I greet you," she said with a little shake to her voice. "I am informed that Lady Teresa has just headed to the training room. Would you like me to escort you to the observation deck so you can watch, or would you like to see Lady Galatea first?" Till He responded, the girl dared not lift her head, never mind meeting His eyes like she could do with Teresa despite them looking similar. She was a little bit more used to being around the man, but his presence still made her body tremble, taking much effort to keep calm.

Tapping on the digital display, the lights inside the sphere and the hall shut off with a timer of two minutes. Several heavy clunks came next, followed by a metallic clicking, then finally the heavy and thick door swung open. The floor on the other side did not reach this high, so as Teresa stepped forwards, her wings opened wide. Every beat of her wings was silent. Though she could not see them, the Valkyrie could certainly sense them.

Swooping down, the woman landed on flat ground near the middle. As the sound of the door closing echoed in the space, all the lights finally turned back on...
 
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The Crestfallen slipped into the hangar like a ferocious raptor coming home to roost, talon-like landing gear unfurling to rest against the cold, lifeless bay floor. Two red-robed Crownguard preceded the Dark Lord out of the shuttle, their immutable demeanor unreadable beneath their feather-plumed half-helms. Unlike them, the Dark Lord carried Himself with an aura of dark majesty, sadistic regality radiating out as He descended the ramp -- scaled cloak dragging in His wake.

Viciousness wreathed His form, violence made manifest. Power coiled within Him like the potential of an exploding bomb, ready to burst forth but well quarantined within the shell of His being. He cut every centimeter the monster, for there were none other well suited to the moniker Butcher King.

"Rejoin your master," the Dark Lord's rebuff carried with it the weight of imperium, for the former Emperor spoke as though He had never relinquished the crown. Perhaps, in a way, He never did. "I will see the babe alone, then I shall bestow the Lady Teresa with my presence." With that, the Dark Lord and His blood-red entourage marched on through the confines of the Drepane, navigating the halls with an instinctual sense of direction that came from a place beyond Human comprehension.

When the Dark Lord reached the nursery, He bade His retinue stand guard outside. None would come between Him and His begotten child, even the nanny had been dismissed. His shadow loomed large across the crib, His baleful gaze sweeping down to look at the small child nestled within. As the child looked up, and their eyes met, there was no fear in those small features.

But joy.

Kneeling down, the Dark Lord pressed His hand into the crib and felt the smaller hands of His daughter wrap around His finger. For one so small, the potential of her strength was enormous. Properly nurtured, it could rival His own in time. He closed His eyes, breathing deeply out of His nose as a serene silence continued forward. It was only broken when the Dark Lord spoke, His voice barely above a whisper.

"Child of mine, your destiny is greater than all the wealth of the kings of old. Yours will be a name writ in the stars, I have foreseen it."

When He again opened His eyes, His daughter was still looking at Him. But she had grown quiet, an infantile understanding passing over her features, one that seemed well beyond her years. As He withdrew His hand, the young Galatea began to slip back into a deep sleep, one filled with dreams not of this world. Leaving the nursery, the Dark Lord's guards filed in at His back.

Sweeping into the observation deck, the Dark Lord approached the reinforced glasteel and came to a stop before it. Crossing His arms, the Dark Lord watched with enhanced vision at the scene below.

Scrutinizing every move.

Anticipating every blow.

Watching and studying.

Master and apprentice, husband and wife.


 
Blackened Valkyrie — The 14th Wife
Factory Judge


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They all scattered around the edges. Some discussed their plans, while others discovered that the walls allowed them to move to the other side of the room. It was as if the walls weren't there at all, yet the experience was unsettling. They all knew they were prisoners of the Sith, and many knew specifically that it was the Kainate who held their lives in the palm of their hand. A loud click echoed from all around, clearly coming from the speakers.

So far, no one had spoken to them or explained what was happening—though that was about to change.

"Prisoners, in your hands, you've been given a chance. In the middle of this room is your target: Darth Pellax. To gain your freedom, you must defeat her. She will not move until the first attack is made, and the doors will remain locked until this is over."

The Valkyrie felt all eyes turn toward her. She gazed back, slowly turned meeting all their stares. Teresa relaxed her aura, letting a dark mist creep along the floor. It didn't quite reach the edges, but a few were certainly close enough to feel the intense pressure that struck fear into their bodies.

"Come now! Who's first?" she growled with joyful anticipation.

The Amazonian's hands hovered near her hips, tugging on each blade with the Force. She already had an idea of how they would attack—likely all at once, in a wave, hoping to overpower her. Many would aim for her wings, intending to ground her. "Oh, how I want you all to charge at me," she thought, with a gleeful tone.

The ones with pride were the first to move, charging in with their weapons. Some held them like brooms, while others wielded them with the grace of someone trained in their use. On top of that, there were those with blasters—at least fifty of them, each with two reloads.

Four lightsabers rose from her back, rushing out of her feathers and snap-hissing to life. Red, purple, yellow and green lightsabers hovered near her wings protecting them. Even over the loud charge of the warriors, she could hear the quartet of hums. Her hand gripped the saber auxiliary, pulling it forward as she reached for the hilt at the end. With a slow pull, the saber auxiliary was drawn back, and her reddish-pink blade could be seen with a burst of flame-like energy.

Those who made it into the dispersing aura, charging in blindly, began to feel the creeping fear penetrate their bodies—a cold sweat forming on their faces and a chilling dread to match. One or two of the more prideful individuals stopped in their tracks, choosing cower rather than risking their lives so easily. However, those with blasters took the initiative too, focusing their fire solely on her.

Teresa's wings began to move, using the lightsabers clinging close to deflect the shots around the room, aiming to strike those standing farthest away, doing nothing. Smaller groups shouted for the others to stop firing, realizing what the Blackened Valkyrie was doing. She could feel their anger toward her—but also toward those they had briefly considered allies.

"What are you standing around for?!" she shouted with a booming voice as the first opponent finally reached her. With a quick flick of her wrist, she decapitated the man at his torso, he was left to howl in pain until death claimed him. The next two followed shortly after, coming from behind without realizing the body already at her feet. Teresa twisted swiftly, and the Sekitangara sliced through her opponents with deadly precision.

"Come now, I am but one being and you are many. Do you want to become slaves that much!" Her provocation was like an illusion of hope to them.
Hope began to flicker in the minds of some as a possible reality, and they started to take her a bit more lightly. She couldn't hear their murmurs, but as groups began moving into action, everything started to fall into place. They'd trickle in at first, aiming to surround her and rush in alongside others. Initially, it wasn't much of a problem and was easy to handle. They were falling without a shred of mercy, her terrifying, battle-crazed smile sending them off into their next life.

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The girl finally lifted her head a little as his deep, imposing voice penetrated to her core. "V-very well, my Lord," she responded, a slight tremble in her voice. Komi could not raise her eyes any higher than his chest and took the opportunity to leave first. The moment she slipped out of view, it felt like a sudden impulse to move faster in the most inconspicuous way.

It didn't take long to reach the observation deck, and normally she wouldn't watch over these herself after the first time. Given the commands from Carnifex, she couldn't disobey; even Teresa had told her to never go against His words. Still, the girl was surprised by the scale to which her Mistress was going. Komi approached the window, her hand reaching out to touch the glass with the tips of her fingers.

"How long as it been going?" the girl asked turning her head towards the lady behind the terminal.

"Not long, about five minuets. Darth Pellax just provoked them all and its riled them quite well," the woman responded putting emphasis on the last two words.
Komi couldn't bare to watch the events happening below, and at the same time could not draw her eyes away. There was the odd tremor and the sounds of screams coming over the intercom pierced her ears. Despite that she feared for her Mistresses life. Those fears didn't last so long as the battle began to progress, her feared expression changed to cheer the woman on even saying unheard advice like a person watching sport.

It was not so far into thing before Lord Carnifex had joined them but her actions for once did not change. Her eyes where focused, invested even and did not take a moment to notice the man looming besides her right away. Though when she did Komi eepe'd in panic bowing her head. "M-my apologies my Lord. I-I did not notice you enter. You had to see me acting in such a brazen actions."

Komi did not keep her focus on Carnifex as it quickly returned to the unfolding battle. How Teresa called this training was beyond her and her own capabilities. Even now while silent her body actions practically spoke for her. It was so easy to see her earnestly rooting for her master.

"L-lord Carnifex? Can I ask two questions?" She asked softly, "I would like to know what these marks are for that you had Teresa put on me just before Lady Galatea was born. I wear them with pride and believe me that I plan to devote my life to Teresa's needs even if I feel unworthy of my position. I just want to know if they have meaning or something?"

"I also want to know if there is a trick to over coming walls when training. Mistress refuses to train me often saying her style of training would get me killed. All I know so far is so... limited, actually its just basic." Komi let a little sigh escape. "I just want to be more useful by not being a burden for Mistress and if there comes a time when Lady Galatea's in danger I want to be there for her when it counts most too. It's the least I can do for all that has been given to me." Nothing but honesty laced the words from the girl who was wearing her heart on her sleeve and for once she looked up to meet Lord Carnifex's terrifying gaze showing her determination more towards the second question.

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It wasn't until those with ranged weapons began to scale the protruding rocks to shoot over their allies with melee weapons that things started to present a small challenge. Teresa hadn't used her Force abilities offensively yet, at least until one shot managed to evade her guard and land a hit on her lower back. That stinging pain ignited a burst of explosive rage. The Blackened Valkyrie turned, extending her hand toward the perpetrator. Clenching tightly, a faint trail shot forth with a high-pitched whistle.

In the next second, the person exploded, combusting into flames and a red mist that rained down around the area. Both Svikin hjörtu finally left their own Saber Auxiliaries under the control of the hand that unleashed the explosion. The two black-red blades shot forth, spinning around and targeting those trying to stay out of the battle. No longer did she hold herself back, now intent on using abilities she knew well, along with some that were newer and proving to be more useful.

Nearly thirty minutes had passed as things were coming to an end. Clothes torn from landed hits and blood covering her, mixed with the near inky black of her own. Yet, despite the damage and pain, she didn't drop the smile or the moments of ecstatic laughter. The wondrous metallic scent filled her nose. It was only at this point that her eyes noticed Darth Carnifex Darth Carnifex , who had been watching. Teresa didn't know how long he had been there, but she gave a small wave toward her husband.

Teresa leaned her head back and turned with a small twist of her body to look at the remaining ten. Each of them had taken her blows and survived, even managing to land blows of their own even if they were not fatal. Yet all it took was one simple action. The four blades hovering near her wings flickered off as she fully turned to face them.

"Bye-bye," she said sweetly as her hand rose, bringing the remaining fighters to their knees removing a sense of self control. Rapidly, their flesh became sunken, and the few cuts and blaster scorches on her body healed up rapidly. One by one, they fell forward with barely any life left in them unconscious. Now the other blades returned to their spots inside their auxiliary's. Both black wings rushed out like a flick shaking off crimson droplets.

"I WILL BE UP IN A FEW MINUETS, UNLESS YOU ARE COMMING DOWN HERE!... NEVERMIND, I AM COMMING TO YOU!" She shouted happily looking up towards Kaine knowing that everyone in that room could hear everything. "OH AND LADY, GET SOMEONE TO TAKE THESE ONES FOR RECONDITIONING!" Without a hint of hesitation Teresa walked and hopped over body occasionally kicking one out the way.

She approached a door different to the one the Valkyrie had entered through. It only took a twist of the wrist and a touch of the force to unlock the latches in the right order. Unless one knew of the door no one would be able to tell it even existed or even have the chance to try work it out. Mostly because this passage held a shower room that moved deeper into her side of the ship. Lower retainers awaited inside to help clean and dress the Amazonian woman.

Perhaps it was a little more than just a few minuets, but as the door opened to the observation deck Teresa ran and leaped towards Kaine with both arms open wide.

 

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Darth Carnifex watched His wife disassemble the practice targets she'd set out before her, their futile attempts to avert their own destruction hardly worth committing to thought. Komi's condition prior to His arrival had gone completely unnoticed, the Dark Lord instead focusing all of His attention upon Teresa; all His will poured into studying her as she moved, how her body contorted with each action, and how her presence in the Force fluctuated with each kill. When she did address Him again, His gaze only marginally fell upon her.

"Your worth," began the Dark Lord, "Is as much as the Lady Teresa bestows upon you. All life has no worth until assigned it by the Sith, for it is our station to order all creation in accordance with our will. From the lowliest grub to speaking animals such as yourself, all is arranged to serve the Sith. Your life would be otherwise meaningless, as worth a single mote of dust, had the Lady Teresa not deigned to give it purpose. Without her, you are nothing but an errant thought fading into oblivion."

Though the words were themselves harsh, the intonation in which they were delivered was mundane; as though Carnifex was reciting typical atmospheric conditions. This vicious sentiment was the foundational bedrock of the Kainate as a political and religious movement, predicated on total obedience to the Sith -- with great emphasis placed on Carnifex as the guiding center, the Eternal Father. To the Dark Lord, individuals like Komi fulfilled an exact purpose to the Sith and little else beyond that. Had Teresa suddenly decided to end Komi's life, then it was justified for her to do so, just as her continued decision to keep her around was.

"The markings she has bestowed upon you denote your obeisance to your Lady, a pact which lasts beyond the boundaries of life and death. You obey her will in it's entirety, and should you somehow fall to the deprivations of expiration, you will yet serve bereft of your mortal coil. Service to the Sith is unending, just as the Sith are unending." Again, dark words delivered without emotion, cold and sterile. The Dark Lord's demeanor did not shift until the very moment He laid eyes upon His beloved Teresa in person, the latter leaping into His awaiting arms in what was otherwise a very tender and intimate moment.

He held Teresa close to Him, her wings wrapping around His muscular frame as though to shield Him. Their lips met in a fiery passion, a rare display of undiluted affection from the Dark Lord to His winged wife. When they broke the kiss, the Dark Lord gently let Teresa back down to her feet, His hand running through her air as His thumb rubbed affectionately against her cheek.

"My beloved, how my heart has yearned to again feel your embrace."


 

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