Unfortunately for my plans, going to the Tomb of Ergast was still thoroughly impossible due to the raging Force Storms that the Temple's opening had started. Even on foot it was still deemed too dangerous, between the wind and hail and all-consuming, oppressive metaphysical weight. And, quite frankly, Nicky's name might have been insufficient to get them past the guards and patrols in the area even if that weren't an issue we had to worry about.
Which meant that I was being left to Nicky's some-what-tender mercies. The girl was merciless in her training, ruthless in her attempts to ferret more information out of me about the future, and entirely too proud of herself. Though that last one was a bit justified, even if I was rather concerned that she would do something stupid in the belief that she was fated to succeed. To my pleasure, she wasn't that arrogant or foolish, instead fully understanding the fact that my 'visions' were not a guarantee of success, only of possibility. Besides, or so she told me, she had no interest in coasting on someone else's dreams and plans and manipulations to achieve her goals, especially not since doing so would guarantee losing her position and her life not long thereafter.
Say what you want about the Empire's bizarrely bipolar approach to it's proclaimed system of meritocratic advancement, but at least the flagrantly incompetent were usually handled in relatively short order. Usually after cost the Empire a lot of loyal lives, unfortunately, and causing no small amount of internal strife, but the point still stood even if the legs were a bit shaky.
Of course, the two of you had to restrain your time training pretty heavily. Lord Luwian was a seething mass of suspicion and wrath as he tried to discover the fate of his heir and who was responsible for it, Lady Luwian was watching him and the rest of the household with evaluating, calculating eyes, and Asmi-Sarruma just seemed overwhelmed by it all, the poor kid.
Despite all the issues, though, there was plenty of training to be had. Even if she was only an apprentice herself, freshly graduated from Korriban, she had far, far more practical knowledge than I did. Practical knowledge that she was carefully providing me, though she was scrupulously avoiding giving any information about Korriban or the trials themselves. No matter how much she appreciated the future which I offered, she informed me quite haughtily, the trials of Korriban were a sacred thing that were not to be interfered with. General training and preparations were one thing, anything specific that involved the training and trials of the Sith holy world were quite another.
Not that I needed her to tell me anything, of course, given the fact that I already knew exactly what my trials would be…I hoped. Zash knowing of my existence probably wouldn't change her trials. After all, she still needed the holocron, the writings, and the star-map that were hidden on the planet, and I doubted she would rig the trials too heavily in my favor. If she trusted in her visions as much as she claimed to, she had already foreseen my success in the trials and my ascension to apprenticeship under her.
All of that to say, of course, that I was currently a bruised and sore mess that was gently rubbing warm medicinal oils (a Sith Alchemical creation, apparently, one that Nicky and I could use only because her family made their own) in her injuries, sitting in the mixed bath/steam room attached to Nicky's suite, watching as an amused Kela did the same for the far-less-battered and smugly entertained pureblood that had ever-so-kindly dribbled me up once side of the training room and down the other with little in the way of restraint or mercy. She had also shown me that immense power in the Force, broad and advanced theoretical knowledge, and half remembered martial arts were not remotely sufficient to contend with a graduate of Korriban.
I shouldn't have been surprised, really, that a Pureblood would be talented. Nor should I have been surprised by the fact that someone who survived and thrived in the vicious, cutthroat atmosphere of the Sith Academy would be genuinely dangerous. This was a reality for me now, not a video game that bore limitations by design, yet despite knowing that fact I had still thoroughly underestimated just what it would be like dealing with a graduated Apprentice. If Nicky had, at any point, genuinely wanted me dead, all of my immense power would have been utterly useless because I had no idea how to properly wield it.
Oh, I could brute force things, of course. Despite my utter lack of training, the Force did still answer the call of it's wielders and could be clumsily directed by simple, ironclad force of will, by desire and imagination. But what use is a battering ram against a sparrow? True, were it to strike the sparrow, the sparrow would be obliterated, but what use was power without direction?
Ironic, really, given my commentary on the Sith to Nicky not so very long ago.
"Stop grinning so much, damnit!" I finally grumbled, wincing as I worked a particularly spectacular bruise on my inner thigh, where Nicky had landed a rather vicious strike that seemed to have been a Force-enhanced, martial-artist version of a Charley Horse. "You're supposed to be training me, not using me for so much stress relief that I can't even walk the next day!"
A pulse of lust and amused delight from both of my companions washed over me, and I rolled my eyes heavenward just in time for Nicky to open her mouth and respond.
"Now, Vestara, I had thought you would welcome a chance for the three of us to be naked and dripping with oil together, relieving our stresses and leaving one another littered with bruises and other marks of energetic entanglement." She prodded slyly, and I huffed at her as Kela giggled in amusement, though I didn't even try to restrain my eyes as they wandered over both of my companions. There had always been something about massage oil (and water, but especially oil) on a beautiful woman that drove me nuts. The soft, glistening skin, the slight sheen that caused light to ripple and dance across the contours of the body…maddening in all the best ways. Nicky preened as my eyes roamed her crimson skin, her smirk broadening as she quite literally posed, and a nudge of her elbow had Kela doing the same as they displayed themselves in all of their diverse but radiant glory.
"I'd love nothing more than to do just that, far more sensually than what we have spent the last few hours doing." I said in a voice far more husky than was normally my wont, cock hardening rapidly at the incredible view, the lust now wafting like the tide from the two of them, and the way their own eyes roamed my body in return. "I would love nothing more than to make Kela scream my name as I fucked her into a drooling, insensate mess. To watch you cum again, and again, and again as your road her clever little tongue for all that she was worth and more! To throw you down and show you just how little social rank means behind the closed doors of a bedroom suite!"
They both shuddered, nipples peaking sharp and taught, tantalizing droplets of still-unabsorbed oil pooling there, just as arousal pooled between their legs as their eyes locked onto the shaft between mine. There was not an ounce of protest nor disgust in their expressions, their bodies, their presences within the Force, and I felt my patience wane. Besides the one night with Kela and the blowjob in the library, I hadn't gotten off since I had arrived here, and I was fit to burst. With two entirely receptive, even eager, partners ready and within reach, did I really want to resist any longer?
No, no I didn't.
The bottle of oil clattered loudly across the floor as I cast it aside, but the neither the noise nor the fact that a quantity of oil with such a value as to feed a lower-class family for several months was spilling across the floor held even the slightest interest to me. All that mattered was the two young women before me, their eyes bright with desire and excitement as I swept towards them. Picking up Kela and throwing her over my shoulder, I crooked my finger at Asmu-Nikal and headed for the bedroom, a sharp wave of my hand and a pulse in the Force sending the door flying open with enough force that it likely risked damaging the internal mechanisms. Not that I gave so much of a solitary damn about that, any more than I had the oil.
Kela giggled and squirmed delightfully in my grip, nearly slipping out of it several times between the oil on my skin and her admittedly impressive strength and mouth-watering flexibility. Of course, she had no more interest in escaping me than I had in letting her get away, but the feigned resistance made the entire moment all the sweeter.
We reached the bed and a Force-assisted toss had Kela bouncing across it's surface. In my excitement I put a bit too much force into it and she nearly slammed headfirst into the wall at the far side. Fortunately, a deft tendril of Force energy from Nicky wrapped around her and prevented it, though the embarrassment certainly didn't go anywhere.
"Easy there, Khai, I would hate for you to break our toy." She purred, wrapping one arm around my chest and palming my breast as the other ghosted down my body to wrap around my cock, resting her chin on my shoulder as she moulded herself against my back. "Especially because I haven't gotten to watch you properly play with her yet. Going to follow through on that little speech of yours?"
"Oh yes, you're damn straight I will." I hissed in response, my own hands going to lay over hers, encouraging her efforts as my nerves started to spark and simmer, before pulling them free and turning in her grasp, planting a deep and aggressive kiss on her lips. She gasped slightly in surprise, before moaning as my hands stroked their way down her body to cup her ass, kneading it and caressing it before using it as the leverage I required to pick her up and carry her over to the bed. Her legs came up to wrap around my waist, the soaked folds of her pussy stroking along the length of my shaft as it became trapped beneath her. To my surprise, and a sharp increase in my arousal, she did not release our embrace when I tried to set her down on the luxurious fabric of her sheets. Instead, she only seemed to tighten her grasp, nipping at my bottom lip before soothing the slight sting with a swirl of her tongue.
With my partner now supported by the bed, my hands could roam her body, and that's exactly what they did. Touching, caressing, stroking, squeezing, indulging in every perverse whim that I had ever imagined when gazing at her body. I broke the kiss, panting with desire, gazing down into her lust-filled golden orbs, a smirk on her lips, and in that heartbeat I wanted nothing more than to break her veneer of control. To see her come undone moment by moment, to watch her fall apart at my hands.
But I couldn't, not yet. The fact that Nicky was even treating me as anything approaching an equal in this first genuine romantic encounter between the two of us was already an incredible concession on her part. The fact that she was willingly beneath me, even for something as relatively tame as kissing and embracing, would be nothing sort of shameful for someone of her position. The sort of thing that could quite possibly get many a daughter or son born to a Sith family of Luwian's rank killed. Actually overtly dominating her, even if I knew her well enough by now and had enough insight into her mind to know she would enjoy it, would most certainly be a bridge too far right now. She would enjoy it in the moment, but once the moment was over…well.
Of course, that didn't mean I couldn't perform a few subtler acts of domination to slowly ease her towards the proper end result.
"So who should I fuck first, Nicky? Do you want to watch me breed Kela, or do you want to be the first one to get some tonight? Are you riding Kela's face while I fuck her cross-eyed, or is she riding yours while you get your first taste of me?" I asked, running my hands from her hips across her stomach (enjoying the rippling contours of her subtle musculature) up to her breasts, cupping them and enjoying how they felt in my hands. The similarities with my own and Kela's were undeniable, but there was a slight texture to them, one I would struggle to define or put into words, but it made them different in a way that I found highly enjoyable. She arched her back lightly, pressing them into my hands eagerly, and I squeezed my hands lightly in response, to her clear approval.
"Do you really think I'm going to let my slave's cunt get to taste you first this time? Bad enough that the horny little slut couldn't stay off your shaft long enough for me to get you between my legs, but it damn well won't be happening again." She responded, managing to sound somewhat censorious despite the lazy pleasure that suffused her voice.
"You didn't seem too unhappy when she told you we had fucked. In fact, you seemed pretty amused, even pleased by it. Besides, she was far too chipper to have actually gone against your instructions." I responded, amused by her attitude, and she sneered at me.
"I'm used to Kela being a whore, she loves to prance around and tease me until I fuck her raw and flog her into a mess. She was probably hoping that I would punish her for fucking you without asking my permission first, then bring you into our bed so she could do it on the regular." She explained, casting a mocking look at Kela, who gave her an admittedly adorable pout but tellingly did nothing to disagree or argue with her statement. "Which is exactly why I did neither of those things."
"Mhm, of course, one shouldn't reward the misbehaviors of one's submissives, I can agree with that. Even if her misbehavior was very much to my benefit. Of course, in the end, she is getting exactly what she wants, isn't she? You, me, and her, all in the same bed for the first time, and not for the last time either." I nodded with a somewhat exaggerated expression of thoughtfulness, and Nicky snorted, one hand creeping down to stroke my shaft slowly, and I gave a low hiss of approval at the pleasure, before falling silent as she rubbed my sensitive glans against her soaked folds, before pressing it against her entrance and looking me in the eyes.
Her intentions, her desires, couldn't have been more clear, and I slowly pressed myself into her. Inch by aching inch I sank inside of her depths. The way her expressions changed, even as she tried to exert control over herself, was a treasure to watch. Her lips parted in a nearly silent gasp, her eyes widened with surprise, her breath stuttering and quickening. She was almost painfully tight, though not outright virginal, which perhaps wasn't a surprise. She had already told me she wasn't particularly fond of those cocks were typically attached too, and I didn't see her putting a strap-on onto Kela and mounting it instead of just using it on Kela instead.
Besides which, and I said this with only the most natural amount of smug arrogance, I was longer and thicker than most, whether flesh and blood or artificial. For someone as unused to being penetrated as Nicky was, it probably bordered on being outright uncomfortable.
I didn't know how to feel about the arousal that thought provided me before marking it down as being born from pride in my size and the admittedly childish urge to be the biggest thing she ever had or ever would have inside of her, before I was finally as far within her as it was possible to be. Our hips were flush together, my pelvic bone grinding against her clit, and she shuddered lightly as her fingers traced where we were joined. Exploring her wide-spread lips, tracing my stomach just above my invading shaft, and she gave me a small but wholly genuine smile.
I couldn't resist leaning down to kiss her, and I didn't even try. Our lips melded together, our teeth nipping and pulling, our tongues swirling and tangling, and after a few moments more she shifted her hips slightly. Taking the message of encouragement for what it was, I started to withdraw. We moaned together at the dueling sensations, the flare of my tip scraping against her internal walls as they tried desperately to keep me right where I was.
"You feel so good wrapped around me, Nicky. Force, you feel incredible. Hot and wet and tight, so fucking tight. Am I the only cock you've ever had? Am I the only one that's gotten between these thighs with anything more than a tongue or a couple of fingers?" I asked a little breathlessly as my head rested just inside her entrance, separating our lips with no small amount of regret, and she was equally breathless when she responded.
"I told you, Ves. I don't like the vast majority of people that have cocks attached to them. They're selfish, arrogant, brainless pieces of shit that get off on murder-raping people. So yes, you're the only one that's fucked me with any kind of cock, real or not. Now shut the fuck up and fuck me, or I swear to the Force…"
Her threat was cut off with a strangled cry as I slammed back into her, filling her in a single thrust, before starting towards a rhythm.
"Gods, yes, that's the way I want you to do it!" she snarled after a moment, eyes bright and aura shining brighter still in my perception. "Hard and fast and merciless! Fuck me like you're trying to own me, damn you!"
Well, with an invitation like that, how could I do anything but indulge?
So I did.
The bed was too big and well-built to rock or creak or otherwise have any of the stereotypical signs of a vigorous sex, which would have been disappointing if I had the wherewithal to even take note of it. Instead, the only thoughts (if they even deserved to be called that) going through my mind at the moment were how incredible Nicky felt and how happy I was to finally, finally, be delivering all of my pent-up desires for her onto and into her.
"You call Kela a slut, but you're not any better, or you? All that naked yoga, all those sexy clothes, all those times you made me dress and undress you while Kela just got to stand there and watch! Constantly tempting me, constantly teasing me, constantly fucking with me but never actually fucking me!" I snarled right back, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head as I adjust my angle slightly, forcing her to tilt her hips a little higher and allowing me to reach even deeper parts of her cunt. "Do you regret it, now? Do you regret waiting so long before asking me to fuck you? Do you regret waiting so long to spread your fucking legs like a good girl?"
My frustration, my affection, my lust and satisfaction, flowed through the bond between us. Pressing into her mind, soaking into her presence, permeating her essence. My desire, primal, powerful, hungry, for her to be a 'good girl' suffused every syllable. Not intentional on my part, nothing approaching brainwashing or mind control, but…influential. If she hadn't already had hidden, even unacknowledged, submissive tendencies it would have accomplished nothing.
But she did, and it did.
She clenched around me with a soft squeal, eyes rolling back and legs tightening around my hips as her hands spasmed, her arms twisting and straining against my hold as she came. I didn't relent, continuing to thrust into her, riding her as she rode through it, and she leaned up to press her face into the crook of my neck, teeth latching onto my trapezius and sinking deep. I shouted in surprise, but the slight pain and the knowledge that she was feeling such pleasure as to abandon decorum in such a way only aroused me more.
It only took me another minute or so of thrusting into he drawing out her orgasm as long as I could, before I came myself. My balls clenched, my cock throbbed, and jet after jet of hot, sticky, thick cum poured into my new lover. She cried out into my neck again again, pulsing around me as she started cumming a second time at the sensation of my seed pouring into her womb, filling it to the brim and spilling out to begin filling the rest of her tunnel.
I slumped down on top of her, our breasts rubbing against one another in time with our heavy breathing, our sweat-slicked skin damp, our hair clinging to it in a way that should have been nowhere near tantalizing as it was. I didn't even realize that I had released her hands until they cradled my face and drew me into a kiss that I happily returned. We lay there for a moment, continuing to kiss each other gently, before a plaintive sound from beside us drew our attention. Kela was kneeling on the bed, watching us with desperate need and hands clenched on her thighs, and I realized abruptly that the submissive girl hadn't been given any instructions on what to do while Nicky and I fucked. Which meant she had just knelt there, watching without touching herself even once.
I glanced back down at the pureblood beneath me, my crimson eyes meeting her golden ones, and we both grinned a bit sadistically.
"Well, Nicky, it seems that Kela is feeling desperately unloved. We should probably do something about that, shouldn't we?" I 'asked', and she made a show of giving me a solemn nod, though her mien was somewhat ruined by the fact that I was slowly pulling out of her as I spoke.
"I-indeed. She should understand how disobedient she was. Between the two of us, I'm sure that we can make things clear to her." She agreed with an instinctual pout at being empty once again before rolling up onto her knees, and Kela gave a whimpering moan as the two of us turned on her with outstretched hands and perverse intent.
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Darth Marr, Dark Lord of the Sith, Councilor of the Sphere of Defense of the Empire, The Empire's Stalwart Shield, The Iron-clad, and countless other epithets (including, perhaps, the one most cherished and most secret of them all: Koret Solusar, dutiful son to a loving family slaughtered during a slave revolt), frowned down at the datapad in his hands, freshly delivered to him by one of his many subordinates.
"The storms have yet to abate, but we have managed to get observation drones and long-range cameras close enough to at least partially monitor the Dark Temple, My Lord. It leaves much to be desired, but we can at least confirm that the survivors of our initial response teams are now acting erratically. They are now defending the Temple, acting as sentries and even making barricades and similar fortifications in and around the entrance." That same subordinate, a Rutian Twi'lek male whose past life as a smuggler and privateer made him one of the best intelligence assets Marr had ever cultivated for himself, and Marr nodded silently as he flicked through the images slowly, occasionally zooming in on particular points. "Of late, a handful vanished into the woods, but they have not checked in with any of their contacts or superiors."
"They betrayed us, Master? Your own troops?" Corilla Hamner, his apprentice, sounded nothing short of appalled (and wrathful, of course, as one would expect), though there was a confusion there as well. Unsurprising, while Marr was known for being ruthless and merciless with enemies and allies alike and had little patience for incompetence, he also led from the front and richly rewarded those who did well. His troops might fear him, but they also respected him immensely and were loyal to a degree that bordered on fanatical.
"You are rushing ahead, my apprentice." He chastised her lightly, glancing over at her yellow-orange eyes, standing out in stark contrast to the dark brown of her eyeliner, and the girl who had long since decided to name herself 'Darth Lachris' when she finally left his tutelage flushed faintly at the common correction. Like many young Sith, she was prone to acting precipitously and based on her emotions in the moment, rather than thinking long term or considering the consequences. One of the many things he was working on drilling into her head was the difference between being bold and being foolhardy, between taking a calculated risk and being a suicidal idiot. "They could simply be fortifying the entrance to the temple until the storms abate and aid or reinforcements can reach them. Battling their way through the storms would risk further casualties and likely accomplish nothing."
It would have seemed strange to some, that he would want them to fortify their position and keep their heads down until the storms ended after willing and deliberately sending them into that storm to begin with, but those same 'some' probably lacked the ability to think flexibly. The same 'some' that he ended up having to execute because they through a brigade of perfectly good troops into a meat-grinder because 'strength' was a Sith trait and 'retreating was cowardice, and cowards have no place in our great and glorious Empire'.
Cowardice did not. Prudence and tactical wisdom did. The Republic outnumbered the Empire by a vast margin, it's industry many times in size and far more robust. For the Empire to achieve victory, take it's revenge, and secure a lasting security for itself and it's people required not frivolously expending men and material because one young lordling (or, on occasion, an older one trying to reclaim past glories) was to stupid or to proud to take a wiser path.
It also required not marginalizing the capable for the circumstances of their birth, which was the only reason he was tentatively supportive of Zash's push for general admission of slaves to Korriban. And why he made no discernment or discrimination based upon race when it came to his own subordinates. Someday, perhaps, that policy could be spread to the Empire as a whole, but it would doubtless be distantly in the future…or, perhaps, not so distantly if war broke out again.
But that was all a thought, a contemplation, and a discussion for a later date.
"We will leave the Temple as it is for the time being, and wait for the storms to calm rather than throwing more troops and equipment into a maelstrom." He decided, before glancing at another subordinate. "Movement from the rest of the Dark Council?"
"None, My Lord. It seems that those few that are on the homeworld are more than happy to let you handle this situation, and all of the risks associated with it. I expect that Thanaton and Rictus will be eager to get involved the moment it seems all of those risks have vanished." The subordinate, whose features were entirely covered and whose voice was artificially altered in order to preserve the secrecy of their identity, shook their head, and Marr resisted the urge to snort in contemptuous agreement.
Thanaton of the Sphere of Ancient Knowledge was a hypocritical worm who paid obsessive lip service to Sith culture and traditions despite being an 'affront' to them himself. He was also, in Marr's humble opinion, a coward. Someone who betrayed allies as easily as breathing while lacking the courage or the righteousness to do it to their faces.
Rictus, meanwhile…well, the Councilor of the Sphere of Mysteries was an enigma. Marr would give him credit for his utter loyalty to the Empire and it's people from enemies foreign and domestic alike, and (more applicable in this particular situation) from knowledge that should not be known to or learned by the public at large. Unfortunately, The Keeper of Mysteries was also a reclusive and secretive man that rarely involved himself in Council Meetings, spoke even less often, and was never remotely honest or open about his desires or intentions.
"Fine. Let them fight one another for scraps once I have confirmed the situation, I have neither the time nor the interest to waste brainpower on them or their foolishness. Corilla, your report on the youths who took speeders towards the Temple before the storms began?" he waved the distant pair away with a an irritated, dismissive wave, and his apprentice nodded before stepping forward and offering him a sheaf of flimsy and a small datapad of images, which he accepted with a raised eyebrow.
"My Master, we've confirmed that the last people to approach the Dark Temple before it was awakened and the storms began was a pureblood by the name of Tudalhiya Luwian and a group of his followers. Based on the timing of their approach and the beginning of the event, we feel reasonably confident that this group was responsible for opening the Temple." She began her report as he turned the datapad on, scrutinizing the image of the pureblood.
"Luwian. A pureblood dynasty some centuries old. Heavily involved in the Spheres of Ancient Knowledge and Biotic Sciences, with a heavy emphasis on trying to revive and recreate ancient Sith Sorcery techniques, correct?" he reeled off confidently, fully aware that he was wholly correct, before frowning slightly. "Why is it that I remember a daughter, not a son?"
"Because Tudalhiya was a useless, self-aggrandizing, murderous rapist of a boy whose only redeeming value was his ability to be a blunt instrument and his familial connections. His sister, Asmu-Nikal, is far more competent. Top of her classes at the Academy, passed her trials near-flawlessly, and was immediately accepted as an apprentice to Lord Acharon." Corilla responded with a bite of contempt, and Marr nodded, even as a picture of the young pureblood girl in question came up on the datapad. Yes, he remembered her. He kept an eye on the Academy to see who might prove useful, or detrimental, to the Empire in the future. While her talents and knowledge did not suit his own responsibilities and duties, he had been somewhat approving of her at the time. "She is better natured as well. Even-tempered, patient, cunning. Proper on her own merits, and certainly a superior Sith compared to her brother."
"So, a young buck with a superior sister attempts to prove himself by taking his little group of cronies to the Dark Temple, opening it in an effort to show one and all what a strong paragon of Sith virtue he is." Marr mused thoughtfully, interlacing his fingers over his stomach as he leaned back slightly in his chair, contemplating the situation for a long moment. "Chances that the sister or the other members of the family are involved in this?"
"Possible but unlikely for Lord Luwian himself. The man is more interested in his experiments and research than anything else. He rarely even leaves the family estate. For the lady of the house, Nikal-Mati, and the youngest son Asmi-Sarruma, impossible. Lady Nikal-Mati is famously reserved, spending her time running House Luwian while her husband experiments, and Asmi-Sarruma is not yet even of an age for puberty, never mind things such as this." The disguised subordinate reported instantly, not even needing to look at notes of any kind to offer the information. "Asmu-Nikal is cunning enough to use her brother as a tool to her benefit, but it seems unlikely. Reports from the estate, and from the city on the day in question, indicate she spends vast quantities of her time in the company of two slaves. One, her long-time child-hood companion, a human girl by the name of Kela. The other, a former multi-generational experiment of her father's. Vestara Khai, also human."
Marr flicked through the pictures of each individual quickly, dismissing the mother and younger brother quickly, lingering for a moment on the daughter of the house, before stopping entirely on the image of Vestara Khai. She was beautiful, any man or woman of such interest would admit that without hesitation, but he cared about that not at all. No, his eyes remained on her because the Force sang to him when he beheld her visage. She was important, somehow. He was no talent at precognition, certainly not outside of battle, but even so he was not deaf to moments such as this.
"This Vestara Khai, what do we know of her?" he asked, surprise spiking through three presences within The Force as he focused not on any of the nobles, but the slave. The experiment.
"Little. She was of no interest to anyone outside of the Luwian estate until quite recently, and even now she is known only in periphery to her owners. We know that Lord Luwian experimented on her mother while she was still in the womb, experiments that ended up killing the woman. Vestara, however, survived against all odds. She was born with multiple genitalia and worked as a slave in between having further experiments performed on her. Some months ago, she was subjected to a final experiment that was thought to have killed her, but she revived herself. Not long thereafter, Asmu-Nikal returned from Korriban and took her from the grounds to be one of her personal attendants." The same subordinate answered again, just as surely, before pausing. "It is also known that she displays abilities within the Force, has unnatural tattoos of a ritualistic nature carved into her body that glow with power, and that Asmu-Nikal is very protective of her."
Marr sat silently for a long moment, carefully reaching out into the Force even as he considered the situation with his mortal senses and mind. He did not doubt the Force, did not doubt the sensation that had flowed through him the moment he had seen the girl and heard her name, but despite that he was not inclined to act precipitously one way or the other.
"I want more resources dedicated to House Luwian. I care nothing for the others, I care not even whether or not Tudalhiya indeed opened the Temple. I want every scrap of information that can be garnered on Asmu-Nikal and, especially, Vestara Khai. Go, all of you." He ordered, and though they were confused and lost, they all bowed in obedience and withdrew from his office, leaving him alone. Looking at the datapad again, he murmured so quietly he wasn't even sure he had meant to speak aloud. "What purpose do you hold, Vestara Khai? What secrets might you contain? Of what feats and powers are you capable?"
Putting the datapad down, he rose and slowly strode over to his massive, wall-sized window, one which overlooked the breadth and width of Kaas City. In the distance, the storms of the Dark Temple continued to rage, and he wondered. Wondered at the Temple, wondered at the silence of his Emperor, wondered at the fate of his Star-Nation, and wondered at the mystery of a silver-haired slave girl.
Wondered at the future, which seemed to be shifting before his very eyes.