Rhalor hated these errands for his father, and yet the supplies for blood and tissue dampered his obsession with experimenting upon those Rhalor cared about. Yet the decades since he and the others formed the House of Blood Star had only provided more incentive to his depravity in creating the perfect force-based assassin. The cloning the rest of the House seemed to enjoy so much was only a by-product of his experiments.
If he could choose, he’d have chosen any of his father’s grotesque experiements in torture and biological research over the cloning. Every mention of a clone turned his thoughts towards the horrid pet creature that psychotic revolting Sith Desaku ran around with. The very first time he’d witnessed the beast had set him into a rage, a rage had led to him charging towards his father’s labyrinth of facilities in a wing of his family home.
If not for his mother he would likely have died that day, fresh out of the Academy. He’d been so shocked to see her alive and well that the rage had fled, revealing the grief and pain that had spawned within him at the site of Desaku’s creature. He’d been so very afraid that . . .
10 Years Previously
“Rhalor . . . “, the calm and patient voice had been edged with steel, and the lilt of a question, “is this how you return home to me after so long away? With an active lightsaber in your hand?” She walked forward, grace flowing from her balanced stride, and for the first time he realized that his mother was actually far taller than his father.
“I . . . ” he looked down at the yellow glow of his saber, forcing the power from it as he turned towards Ashara, “Mother, I thought . . . I saw,” clearing his throat, “Upon my return I passed by a new Blood Star Sith with wide, broken eyes, and he was served by a . . . “
She quirked her brow, and instantly shame flooded him, “You thought that insane Sith cybernetics expert, even as grotesquely creative as he might be, could somehow subdue your mother enough to be turned into that . . . thing. After decades with your father? It seems you still know nothing of intelligence, apprentice.” As the disappointment in her voice flooded his mind, he missed the revulsion in her eyes, the reflection of haunted violation she felt at every cybernetic invasion implanted within herself/sister/daughter. The cries of anguish that echoed across the force as Desaku tortured her genetic twin with his upgrades. Softly, with a hint of bitterness that Rhalor was too inexperienced to hear, “He is Sith LORD Desaku,,” her emphatic tone recognizable as anger to her only offspring,” and you should remember that my son, as you are an apprentice yet to face the Empire’s enemies.”
Flushing, his pale blue face darkened in embarassment, the skin turning almost sapphire, before his mother laughed musically, “It seems the academy did you no favors in understanding the possibilities of power beyond brute force, so come, let the one who taught you how to use that saber teach you some more lessons about the weaknesses of direct action. Let me teach you how to use your mind along with the physical power genetics, the force and your father’s genius gifted you.”
“Such a delightful mix of rage and pain,” and her whispered heated words brought his mind back to the presence, and the elevated heart rate of his apprentice and soon to be consort, who had already knelt in front of him and unclasped his belt,
As she pulled him out, she moaned as his power wrapped around her throat squeezing but that didn’t stop her from pulling him into her mouth,
In a calm voice, “2V-R8, alert us five minutes prior to entering the space around Kashyyk, it seems I need to teach my apprentice a lesson about keeping her hands to herself without receiving permission.”
The energetic voice of the droid came fast and clear, “Of course, Master, that shall be in 37.8 . . . “
“Silence, 2V.”
The droid instantly fell quiet, inured to the mixed sounds of pleasure and pain behind it on the command deck, while the new duty officer kept her eyes carefully on her screens, running advanced fuel consumption patterns to keep her eyes, and her mind, occupied to avoid the fate of her predecessor. Rumors floated that he had expressed interest in a proposition made by Lord Rhalor’s apprentice. Mentally.
Standing in the small clearing of wroshyr trees reminded him of his childhood, when his mother would take him to climb and train, while telling him stories of her homeworld, and the weaknesses of the Republic, the need for the Empire to be cured of its corruption and how his father would restore the independence of the imperial people. For years he’d thought she’d been crazy to put her faith in his father, an obsession so blinding that all possibility of error was swallowed by darkness. In his darkest moments, he wondered if she’d been correct all along.
He turned back towards the remains of the the familial village of the wookies. Extremely strong, but like any sentient animal placcid when you had a lightsaber to the throats of their young. It seemed a waste of time to attack this small village for the wroshyr it had harvested in all forms, and yet the wookies had hurriedly loaded all the remnants of the harvest on the freight shuttles he’d arranged for shipment back to his father, although he would personally deliver the genetic material the medical droid, F9-G8 had harvested from the wookies, both prior to and after Jhaesa had enthusiastically slaughtered them. Lord Eshabai’s general order had been very clear. Darth Jhaloren’s requests for bio-genetic material were to be followed unless otherwise noted, and no witnesses left alive and free unless specifically directed for other Blood Star needs.
If there had been any way around slaughtering the nine children, he would have found it. The female of about ten years was chained thoroughly and inside a stasis chamber for submission to his father’s laboratory. He’d left the slaughter to Jhaesa while he watched for possible outside reinformcements, but this extended family grouping they had stumbled across resided far from any main population centers, so he understood the excuse even as he gave the orders.
Outwardly he smiled even as the emotions of his apprentice and soon to be consort roiled from behind the hut to the left, even though a voice whispered disturbed caution deep in his mind. As she walked around the hut, her eyes shown with the purple and red of her emotions, and the trail of clothing she dropped as she swayed towards him, blood spray still speckling her pale neck, trickling in between her large breasts.
He wrapped her in the force and she moaned, while he slowly removed his cloak, armor and then clothing, her panting growing in volume until he slammed her to the ground, stunning her breath and then he entered her. They celebrated the successful mission for hours as the dark side of the force powered them through ecstacy after ecstasy.
His good humor after having temporarily satisfying his lusts lasted until a return to his ship, where Captain Quinn and Lieutenant Macklin awaited them.
“Ah, Macklin, you’ve returned, where is your commander? I’d like to speak to her.”
“Sir, the mission was completed successfully and all supplies returned to the freighter.”
“Good. Now answer the damn question, Macklin.”
“Sir, there were multiple casualties, we encountered a Republican scout unit in the area. The commander regretfully fell in battle,” the sneer in his tone revealing his true feelings.
“I see, Jhaesa?”
A chuckle from behind him, and then the lieutenant spoke again, although the strain quivered in his voice as words were forced out, “The uppity slave was left for dead. I shot her in the back with a small holdout blaster. Lord Drakus feels you have wronged him too often.”
“I had thought Drakus had learned his lesson to not send lackeys to intervene in my affairs. Well, I shall remedy that shortly . . . and more permanently.” The calm in his voice even had Quinn going slightly pale, but the heat rolling off of Jhaesa should have been a warning for the fool of an imperial officer. “Macklin, your mother is Minister of Imperial Education, is she not? You have an older brother, a very senior aide to Grand Moff Losse. I would have thought that with familial connections like that you might have been smarter.”
“I assure you, my Lord, my actions were only following orders of . . . . “
“Don’t worry, Jhaesa will get to that with you. Captain Quinn, the responsibility for the imperial troops assigned to me falls under your baliwick. That said, I have a suggestion for discpline for Mr. Macklin here. He is hereby stripped of all rank and benefits in the Imperial Army. He will be flogged fifty times after Jhaesa is through retreiving all the information regarding this conspiracy and attack on me.”
He turned and looked at Jhaesa, “My dear, do not castrate him entirely, one only. We will leave some function as a gift to our dear friend Globu of the Hutt clans on Nar Shadda and his pleasure palaces. Now take this slave out of my sight.” The pure rage surrounding him made her lick her lips.
At Quinn’s nod, the sentry droids took the soon to be broken man away, with Jhaesa following, chuckling softly, murming “We are going to have so much fun, Macklin, so much fun, together.
“Malavai, take me to her last known coordinates. Now.”
“Yes, my Lord.”
Last Dreams 