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Mira's Questions

By Big D

Disclaimer: Not Mine. No Profit. No Shit.

Hero: Dark!Exile



The Basilisk war droid shook and rattled as it made its way back into orbit. The Mandalorians had designed them to be nose-heavy, better to come screaming down through the atmosphere of some unsuspecting planet, and the unbalanced weight meant that the damn thing kept trying to flip over backwards on me. The ride might have been smoother if I'd let Mandalore fly, but it had been a long time since I'd trusted anyone enough to pilot for me.

The situation on Onderon had been dealt with. Master Kavar and the Queen were dead, and Vaklu was mopping up the last of the Royalist fighters. Soon, Vaklu would be King, and I would have a powerful galactic leader at my beck and call. He would be useful when it came time to rebuild the Jedi Order in my image.

I felt a feral grin slip on to my face. And if the new King of Onderon ever decided to go back on his word to me... well, I doubted it would take much convincing to get the Mandalorians to invade again. Mandalore had added two full clans to his army while he'd been traveling with me, and they were all itching for a fight.

They too would serve a purpose within my new Republic.

The tug on the controls changed as we pulled free of Onderon's gravity and began to fall towards Dxun. I throttled back the main engines and changed the tilt of the dropship, plotting a roundabout course back to the Mandalorian camp, just in case Vaklu tried to get cute and track us to the hidden base. Mandalore grunted his approval from the seat next to me, but his opinion was as worthless as he was. The only person I'd met in the last ten years who's thoughts I was even mildly interested in was Kreia. I could feel her in the seat behind me, sightless eyes boring into the back of my head, giving away nothing of her own intentions. She had helped me regain the Force, had taught me techniques beyond anything the Jedi, or even the Sith, had ever dreamed of... but I still didn't know why. She was plotting behind my back, of that I was sure. But what was the point of training me, if she only intended to betray me?

There were no homing beacons or landmarks to indicate where the Mandalorian camp was, so I simply allowed the Force to guide my hand. Soon, the endless jungle parted just enough to reveal an ancient stone compound, with a few more modern buildings scattered within it. I took us in for a landing.

Just outside the hanger were two small groups of people, who clearly wanted nothing to do with each other. Mandalore gave me a short, respectful nod and went off to speak with his clan chiefs, who stood at least thirty feet away from my apprentices. I looked around for Kreia, but she had already disappeared back to the Ebon Hawk. She was probably even less fond of my apprentices than the Mandalorians were.

Atton was slouched against a plasteel cylinder, wrapped from head to toe in midnight black robes. The only visible part of him was his eyes, which moved constantly, taking in everything. The former assassin had taken to his new role as my personal kath hound admirably. He hardly spoke anymore, which frankly was an vast improvement, and was utterly and unquestionably loyal. The hilt of his lightsaber glittered at his waist, and he caressed it lovingly with one gloved thumb. All it would take was one word from me, and he would kill anything that moved.

Visas still wore the same crimson and black hooded robes that she'd worn when her former Master had sent her to kill me. But she was my creature now, not his. The only thing more important to her than my safety and happiness was her burning desire to gain revenge on the half-man who had stripped her world of life.

"My life for yours, Master." she murmured in greeting, then bowed.

I counted heads, and came up one short. "Where's Mira?" I asked.

There was a derisive snort from the third apprentice present. "I told you that you should not have allowed her to lead the raid on the Sith temple." the Handmaiden said with acid in her voice. She had traded in her virgin white Echani robe in favor of a shiny black synthleather bodysuit, which covered her all the way up to her neck, but hugged her firm curves so closely that she might as well have not been wearing anything at all. Of all of them, she had taken to the dark side of the Force with the most fervor. Her skin was now almost as pale as her hair, and her lips had turned such a dark red that they were almost black. The contrast was striking and beautiful.

I cocked an eyebrow at her. "Is she dead?" I asked, moderately curious.

The Handmaiden's mouth twitched. "Unfortunately, no. Right now, she's sulking in Mandalore's quarters." Her dark eyes flashed with anger and impatience. "You should kill her and be done with it. She's not strong enough to be one of us, and sh..."

Echani-trained or not, the Handmaiden never saw my hand move. The back of my fist thudded into her jaw, sending her sprawling to the ground. She slowly pushed herself up onto her elbows and touched her lip, fingers coming away bloody. She looked back up at me, eyes blazing, and for a split second I thought she might try to attack me. Abruptly, she became aware of Atton and Visas standing over her, watching, hands on their lightsabers.

"I am the Master here, little serving girl... never forget that." I told her in a soft, deadly tone. "The next time you question one of my decisions will be the last time, one way or another."

A small, defiant smile spread across her lips, and a soft pink tongue slipped out of her mouth to sensuously lick off the blood there. She stood up gingerly and sketched a slight bow. "Yes, Master." she said, a hint of amusement in her tone. "Please forgive my impudence."

I briefly considered killing her. The Handmaiden had quickly become a true Sith, and I could tell that she was already entertaining thoughts of murdering me and taking my place. She would fail, of course. She was no match for me, either physically or in the Force, but there was always the slight danger that she might get lucky.

Then again, it might be best to allow her to try, then slap her down so hard that she would never even think of overstepping her station again. After all, she did have a great deal of potential, and it would be a waste to kill her without even trying to tap it fully. Also, molding her into a proper servant would probably require me to break her mind completely, and that would provide its own... amusement.

The smug look on the Handmaiden's face faltered slightly at my leering grin. "Return to the Ebon Hawk and prepare for departure." I told them. "Mira and I will be along shortly." Atton and Visas waited for the Handmaiden to move first, then followed behind her like a pair of guards.

Mandalore's living quarters were located in a small room connected to the main command and control center. The junior officer stationed there held up a hand to stop me as I entered, but a quick burst of the Force sent him hurtling across the room and into the far wall with a sickening crunch. I didn't have the time or patience to deal with underlings, and Mandalore would have little sympathy for any of his men who got in my way. I mounted the short staircase and stood before the heavy steel door. I could sense the flow of energy from the powerful magnetic locks holding it closed, but a few very small threads of the Force was all it took to cause it to slide open with a sharp hiss.

The interior of the room was almost completely dark, the only light coming from the video displays set into the walls. I stepped inside and waved my hand at the door, closing it. The dim light showed an unsurprisingly spartan dwelling, with a small pallet near the far wall as the only indication that someone actually lived there.

Mira sat in the shadows, in the corner farthest from the door, her knees pulled up to her chest. Two small, cylindrical objects glittered near her feet. One was the lightsaber I had taught her to construct. The other was her prize from the temple, the lightsaber of Freedon Nadd.

"Cowering in the dark like a child is no way to celebrate your victory," I said to her harshly, flicking my wrist at the panel on the wall and raising the lights.

She flinched at the sudden brightness and shielded her eyes, but said nothing. I walked over and leaned against the wall opposite from her, folding my arms in disapproval. "What do you hope to gain by denying what you truly are?" I demanded. She still didn't speak. "Look at me, you worthless schutta!" I growled.

Her head snapped up angrily. When I had last seen her a few hours before, her eyes had been a deep, vivid green. Now they were a sickly amber, with blood-red circles surrounding the irises. Her short hair still fell into her eyes, but it had darkened from burnt orange to a deep crimson, and a faint tracery of dark veins had replaced the dusting of freckles on her cheeks and forehead.

"What's happening to me?" she snarled.

I tilted my head at her. "A few minor cosmetic changes are to be expected, and are a small price to pay, when one touches the infinite power of the Dark Side."

"I'm not talking about this." she said, touching her face. "I'm talking about inside. I'm... different now, I can feel it. That place... that... temple, it changed me somehow."

"In what way?" I asked, not letting the expectant smile touch my lips.

Her eyes became unfocused, like she was looking inside of herself. "I'm no murderer. I've killed people when I had to, but only when there was no other choice, and I never enjoyed it." She shivered slightly. "But those guards at the temple... there were so many of them, and it was so easy. I just butchered them where they stood, and when it was over I went looking for more. After we opened the door to the temple vault, there was no reason to go down the other hall, but I couldn't help myself. I could feel them there, I could hear the blood pumping through their veins, and all I wanted to do was make it stop, to splash it across the walls and feel it dripping down my skin. I wanted to bathe in their blood." She stopped, seeming to want those last few words back.

"Freedon Nadd was one of the most powerful and vicious Sith Lords to ever walk the face of the galaxy." I told her. "In Iziz, just the mention of his name is enough to make grown men fall down weeping. It's not surprising that his mausoleum would still hold a... fragment of what he was, certainly enough to affect anyone closely attuned to the Force, particularly if that person was only beginning to understand their power."

Mira's jaw went slack and she looked at me like she couldn't believe what I was saying. "You knew?" she whispered incredulously, pushing herself up the wall until she was back on her feet. "You knew what would happen and you still sent me there?"

I let her wait for my answer. A few seconds ticked by, and I could sense her anger rising. I cut her off just before she was about to explode.

"When you asked me to train you, you said that you wanted to be strong, that you didn't want to be afraid anymore." I said to her. "But events are moving faster than I expected, so I was forced to take... drastic steps to further your education."

"Drastic, my ass!" she growled. "You sent me in there like a sacrificial lamb."

"Untrue," I said with false hurt, enjoying her anger. "It was a test. The fact that you survived, and indeed flourished, within the temple proves that you are ready to take the next step in your training."

"Is that what you call flourishing? Slaughtering men for no reason?" she said angrily.

"Of course," I snapped. "They were enemies, our enemies, and as such deserve to die." I shook my head at her and sighed. "Has life taught you nothing? Sparing those who would do you harm is worse than weakness, it's foolish. How much simpler would your life have been if you had simply allowed Hanharr to perish, rather than saving him, and putting him in your debt?"

"That was different!" she said defensively.

"Was it?" I asked. "Why?" She didn't answer, so I answered for her. "Was it because you enjoyed killing those men?" I sauntered over to her and leaned down to whisper seductively into her ear. "How much more enjoyable will it be to cut down Hanharr like the mindless beast that he is?"

"Hanharr's already dead." she snapped.

I bestowed a chiding smile on her. "Don't be so sure. You told me yourself how strong he is. He lives, and he hunts you still. Soon he will find you, and he will rip the flesh from your bones to feast on it. Your only chance to defeat him is to submit to me, to fully embrace the Dark Side of the Force."

Her face twisted in anger. "BASTARD!!!" she screamed, shoving me away from her and summoning her lightsabers into her hands. Twin golden blades ignited as she launched herself at me. I spun and planted my foot against the wall behind me, vaulting myself over her head and landing behind her just as her lightsabers hummed through the space I had recently occupied. I thrust my open palm at her back and Force pushed her face first into the wall. She bounced hard off the wall, stunned, and I was there to grab her wrists and twist them viciously behind her back, forcing her to drop her weapons.

"YOU SET ME UP!!!" she screamed, trying to break my iron grip on her. "YOU KNEW THAT HANHARR WAS ALIVE, AND YOU SET ME UP SO THAT I WOULD HAVE TO FOLLOW YOU!!!"

"I did what I had to do to make you understand your true path." I calmly replied.

She continued to struggle for several more moments, but the fight soon drained out of her. Her shoulders went slack and she leaned her forehead against the steel wall in front of her in defeat. Still standing behind her, I slowly took her wrists and pressed them against the wall, before whispering into her ear again. "Now, are you going to allow that pathetic animal to win, or are you going to take the power that is rightfully yours and show him, once and for all, who is the hunter and who is the prey?"

Several seconds ticked by while she considered her options, which I knew were nonexistent. The only way that she would survive Hanharr's wrath would be at my side. "What do I have to do?" she said quietly, beaten.

"Say the words. Swear yourself to me... mind, body, and soul, and all the power that I possess will become yours. I can show you things that you never imagined, Mira, teach you secrets that will allow you to hold the galaxy in the palm of your hand. By my side you can even learn to transcend death. Would you like that? To be able to reach across the infinite void and speak with the family you lost so many years ago?" I heard her take in a sharp breath at that, and smiled, knowing the answer before she said it.

"I swear..." She took a deep breath and continued, her voice growing stronger with each word. "I swear that everything I have, everything I am, and everything I will ever be, now belongs to you... Master."

I let go of her wrists and slid my hands slowly down her arms and across her flanks until the tips of my fingers were touching the bare skin on either side of her exposed midriff.

"Everything?" I asked, letting the question hang in the air.

Still with her hands pressed against the wall, she pushed her hips back until her soft, leather covered rear pressed firmly against my crotch.

"Everything." she breathed.

I let my hands drift forward to caress her bare stomach and leaned down to taste the soft flesh on the side of her neck. She shivered pleasantly as I kissed my way up to her ear and tilted her head to give me better access.

"I've wanted this ever since I first saw you on Nar Shadaa," she sighed.

I snorted. "All you had to do was ask." I chided her.

"Not if I was going to have to fight with SuperBlonde and Creepy Sith Girl for your attention," she said. "I do have some pride."

I reached up and took hold of her chin, tilting it back towards me. "But not anymore?"

Amber eyes, beautiful in their own way, stared back at me. "No. Not when it comes to you, Master." Then she grinned. "Of course, that doesn't mean that I won't still kick their asses if they get in my way."

I dipped lower to brush my lips across hers and her tongue slid out to meet me, running across the inside of my top lip before venturing in further to duel with my own. I pulled her arms down so that I could remove her jacket. Once it was off, she willingly put her hands back on the wall, letting me know without words that I could do anything I wanted to her. A firm tug on the knot that held her skimpy silk blouse closed released it and freed her sweat slick breasts for my attention. She gasped into my mouth as I settled in against her from behind and took them in my hands, squeezing, then gently massaging her nipples until they stood out, rock hard and firm.

I broke the kiss and slid my left hand down the soft, flat plain of her stomach, to the waistband of her dark green leather pants. I undid the clasps just enough so that I could wiggle my hand inside. She hadn't been kidding about wanting this. Her snatch was hot to the touch and wet, practically melting under my hand. I slipped one finger inside of her and rubbed my thumb in circles around her clit. Her head fell back against my shoulder and she moaned again. My right hand continued to fondle her breast as I slipped a second finger into her tight little pussy and began thrusting in and out of her more forcefully.

It didn't take long before I felt her shudder against me and her inner muscles clamp down on my questing fingers. She let out a little half-growl, half-whine and rocked her hips against my hand, riding out her orgasm until she sighed deeply and began to relax.

She snickered softly. "The Force may be great and all, but it can't do that."

"Sure it can," I told her, "You just haven't learned how yet." She made as if to turn around, maybe to ask me if I was serious, but I cut her off, taking her by the back of the neck and forcing her to bend over more. "We don't have much time, and I'm not done yet."

"Yes, Master," she purred, bending over and bracing herself against the wall with both hands.

I pushed her pants down to her knees and paused for a moment to admire what had to be one of the most perfect asses I had ever seen. "Why did I ever let those fools send me into exile?" I muttered to myself, shaking my head in utter disbelief at my own foolishness. I let my robe fall to the floor and released my straining erection from its prison. It sprang free and bobbed in the air, pulsing with every beat of my heart. I gripped it and lined it up with Mira's entrance, letting the purple head rub against the damp, swollen lips of her twat before shoving the entire length inside of her with one solid thrust.

Mira squeaked in surprise at the sudden intrusion, a sound that I never thought I would hear from the hardened bounty hunter and new Sith acolyte. I set a hard, pounding rhythm with my hips, and soon she began to thrust back against me, meeting me halfway.

We continued like that, rutting against each other, until I felt myself begin to approach the point of no return. I pulled out and turned her around, forcing her to her knees. "Finish me with your hands," I ordered her.

She grinned wolfishly and took hold of me with both fists, using her own juice to lubricate smooth, steady strokes that started at the base of my shaft and slowly slid all the way to the very tip before making the long journey back down. Her hands were just as soft and talented as I imagined they would be, but her tongue was even softer when she would stick it out to lap at the little drops of pre-cum that she was milking out of me. I grabbed a double fistful of red hair and groaned as she continued to rhythmically work my cock.

Mira leaned forward and nuzzled her face against the head of my dick, rubbing it along her nose and cheeks, worshiping it, worshiping me, and laid one final ever-so-gentle kiss right on the slit, just before my balls tightened and I lost control. My cock heaved and spurted, covering her face with sticky white cum that dripped down her chin and onto her heaving chest. She continued stroking me with one hand, while the other quickly went about the business of gathering up her prize so that she could hungrily lick it off of her fingers and gulp it down. She then methodically licked every inch of my cock, cleaning the cum from it until it gleamed with her saliva, before attaching her lips to the head and firmly milking the last few drops from me with her right hand. She released me and sat back on her heels, looking up at me as if for approval.

I saw no reason to give it. She had done a fine job, to be sure, but all I said was... "Get dressed. It's time to leave this cesspool of a moon." I bent to retrieve my own clothing, ignoring the disappointed look that flashed across her face. What did she expect? A long cuddle and my expression of undying love? I was the Master, and she, the disciple. Attending to my carnal needs was as much her duty as defending my life.

She would learn, eventually. In the meantime, I could use her obvious dislike of the Handmaiden to help me when it came time to discipline the Echani. The disappointment faded from her eyes as I explained to her exactly what I wanted her to do once we returned to the Ebon Hawk, and was replaced by a fierce grin as she warmed to the idea of having the blonde warrior-woman under her total power.

I did a few quick calculations in my head, and figured that it would take about a week to reach Dantooine from here, which, unless the Handmaiden was made of far sterner stuff than I believed her to be, should be all the time I would need to mold her into a fully docile servant.

And after that? The galaxy was within my grasp. All I had to do was reach out and take it.

(End)


AN: Each of these stories are meant to be self-contained one-shots, but I may revisit this particular storyline again in the future, if enough people are interested in finding out exactly what it is that the Exile has planned for the Handmaiden.

Either way, I hope you enjoyed the story.