Authors: Siduri and Orry. He's not on the list but is getting his own copy for posterity. Orry had previously given his permission for this to be posted and archived.

Characters: Original male (Oliver Wellington, Jedi) and original female (Siduri Archanes, Sith) Please note, Siduri does not appear as she does in the Rent-a-Jedi cycle. Further details are listed in the first part.

Type: Role-playing vignette taking place several years after Return of the Jedi, when there are sufficient Jedi and Sith in the galaxy again. Jedi/Sith conflict. My part is written more "roleplay" style with asteriks denoting action or what the character is thinking. Orry's part is written more like traditional fiction. His is in the first person, mine is third.

Rating: R- nudity, sexual situations, and violence

Archive: Sure, Part 1 should be there.

Feedback: *grins* You can tell me you hate it. Please direct any comments that might be for Orry to me and I'll make sure that he gets them. Be kind to him, complain all you want about my part. This hasn't been beta-ed so all mistakes belong to myself and Orry for each of our respective parts.

Disclaimer: God-king Lucas of Flannel-land owns the Star Wars universe. Siduri Archanes is my own invention, as is the unique history/culture/religion/landscape of the planet of Praesitlyn (Lucas owns the name and I made up a lot of stuff to fill in the scanty information that the Star Wars Encyclopedia and Thrawn Trilogy offer.) Praesitlyn's capital of Galadorn is a complete invention of my own; only its name is similiar to the kingdom of Galladorn mentioned in God-king Lucas' "Willow." Orry is the owner of Oliver Wellington. Any other original Star Wars characters whose names might appear are figures in Siduri's history and they belong to their own players. Essentially, this is George's world that we're playing with some of our own toys in.

Location: Praesitlyn, Sulis Sector

My Lady, *The smooth baritone voice of the Prefect General of the Praesitlene capital of Galadorn cut through silence of the throne room. The Ensi's eyes had been shut, her arms crossed over her chest and her head titled back as she sat upon the antique chair.*

What is it now? *She asked, her voice flat and her eyelids remaining unopened. Clearly, she recognized the voice, but in light of recent circumstances, she didn't feel particularly inclined to hearing what the Prefect General had to say, unless it was news of her son's homecoming, which it was certainly not, as Siduri would have been able to feel the boy's presence.*

My Lady, *Repeated the Prefect, whose form fully materialized in a 3/4 blue-tinged holo, bowing before the woman* Galadorn control has confirmed that the young man who desecrated the Palace of Justice has returned to Praesitlyn.*

*Upon hearing those words, Siduri's brown eyes snapped open, facing the holo now, with interest* The foolish boy came back? *She asked aloud, voicing her thoughts.*

Yes, my Lady. I thought you would like to know. He won't escape this time; there are several detachments of the guard already in place.

*All of this would seem unnecessary for a boy barely entrenched into manhood, but this was no ordinary boy. This was Oliver Wellington, so-called Jedi Knight, who had already earned the disfavor of the Ensi.* He is to be brought directly to me, do you understand?

As you wish, my Lady. *With that, the Prefect General bowed his head, and the blue-tinged holo faded into nothingness.*

''Make sure you find it; I don't want to have to come back here again. The Jedi need that holocron; it's a link to past techniques all but forgotten.'' The rest of the crew nodded and dispersed, having come without any influence from the Force. They knew the stakes, as did I. If such an artifact fell into the hands of the Sith, it would be a great blow to the Jedi. They'd warned me about coming back, that perhaps it would be best if they came alone. It was my fearlessness that consigned me to the mission, though. They had a better chance of success with me here.

Of course, in order to provide the proper distraction, I needed to cause the proper spectacle. Disrupting the slave trade seemed a likely target, and so I'd invaded one of the markets. Lightsaber blazing, I decided to free as many of them as I could. A local freighter pilot had been consigned to take them to the New Republic where they'd be free; he was quite easily influenced by the Force. As I cut through chains and struck down slavers and their guards, more and more came. When all was said and done, over a hundred slaves were loaded onto the transport and sent away...at which point the enemy force was simply too much to resist. I disengaged my lightsaber and placed it on my belt, then made use of the Force to hide it. The powers of illusion were not inherently of the Dark Side, it was only their misuse that caused them to be. So, with it thusly hidden, I surrendered and was transported to the palace...

*The Royal Fortress of the House of Dennon was isolated from the hustle and bustle that was Galadorn and that was the way that the rulers of the planet preferred it- the natural seclusion that reminded them of Praesitlyn's rural beginnings and the vast tracts of land that kept them distanced from the lower classes. But the Fortress was almost a community unto itself- one populated by the members of the Royal household- Siduri and her three year old daughter, as well as the myriad of slaves that worked to keep the place functioning. Not to mention the Ensi's own private guard and the regular body of the Praesitlene army, which Siduri reviewed regularly, as she had before assuming the rulership of the planet.*

*There would be nothing for miles until the enormous stone facade of the Fortress came into view from the skiff carrying Oliver from Galadorn to Siduri's home. The architecture was similar to that of the Palace of Justice in the city, which now Oliver would be familiar with, as both buildings were the two oldest on the planet, and the most directly tied to Praesitlene history. He'd find all the security checks- the retinal scans and plam-readings of the Captain who escorted him, to be fairly standard in regard to entering a building such as this.*

*The guard dispersed at the entrance to the fortress, leaving only the Captain to walk Oliver through the inner court to the grand entryway, where they were joined by the slave Steward, Indrel, the boy whom Oliver had encountered before in Galadorn. Indrel showed them both through the tapestry-clad and polished stone floored halls to the throne room of the Ensi*

I'd escaped from the clutches of the master of this planet once; doing it a second time would be far more difficult. Luckily, I'd thought of that eventuality this time. I was prepared to do what must be done.

The guards would report me unresponsive during the skiff ride; I'd spent the time in Emptiness to prepare for the coming trials. When poked and prodded, I still wouldn't respond. Only after the allotted time did I rouse myself, finding two guards dragging me with their arms beneath mine. I took to walking for myself then, wordlessly making my way wherever lead. I'd not brought my pistols with me, and thus appeared wholly unarmed.

*Siduri could feel the aura of Light emanating from Oliver's being long before the doors of the throne room parted. Already, she felt the urge to retch, the disgusting, sickly sweet presence that sought to stifle her. But this time would be different. Here, was her home territory and she'd already seen that the boy wasn't to be so quickly dismissed as she had in their last encounter. Nor did she eschew weaponry of her own, as she had in their previous meeting- strapped to her thigh, he would find a bronze dagger with an inlaid hilt. No, this was not the infamous Royal Dagger of the House of Dennon that symbolized the right of the Praesitlene monarchy, which had only recently been returned to her possession, but was an effective blade nonetheless.*

*As poised and formal as Siduri had appeared before the Prefect General, her position upon the throne was far more relaxed, with one leg over its side and her body slumped across the side, as if she had just collapsed into it. Gone was the formal garb, the dark robes, which she had been meditated in, replaced by one of her tunics for battle. Her feet and legs, however were bare.*

Oliver Wellington. *she said, rather, almost sneered, as the boy was brought before her* You have a lot of balls showing your face on Praesitlyn again. Perhaps you need to be relieved of them?

I nodded my head as I entered, and then looked to the guards. ''You may leave.'' No doubt, some simply did as told. I didn't take your guards for being the most willful of individuals. I didn't force my will on them...but the smart ones no doubt wouldn't wish to get between a Jedi and a Sith Lord.

Then, quietly, I stepped forward. I was dressed differently, at least somewhat. In order to make the best show, I'd worn Jedi robes, though my usual clothing was beneath. I lowered the hood as I stood before you, then hesitated a moment.

''As I said, Siduri, I have no fear of you.'' I'd learned your first name before I came; it wasn't a hard thing to track down. You lead a planet, after all. ''I left our last meeting without completing my goal, and wished to rectify the situation.''

*Siduri didn't care whether the guard stayed or left; they were inconsequential. They had served their purpose in bringing the Jedi here. Her slave, Indrel, she merely gave a slight nod, and the steward took his own leave. He'd been with her many years to know that his services were no longer needed here.*

*She arched an immaculate eyebrow, watching as the boy decided to play out his delusions of being Luke Skywalker or some other annoying Jedi of the past. She was sure he'd done all of this for effect. Yes, Praesitlenes loved the pomp and circumstance, but today, Siduri just wasn't in the mood for it.*

*She rose from the throne languidly, looking at him through wary eyes. She didn't flinch when he spoke her name. Of course it irked her that he was throwing it about casually as if she was nothing more than a sapphire-seller holding court in a small stall in a village market. She was Siduri Archanes, daughter of Rissura Dennon and Gn'varr Archanes, Master of the Sith Arts and Ensi of Praesitlyn. Only those sharing in the Sith faith, or those sharing her bed, would be allowed to address her as such. Clearly, he only meant to increase her anger.*

*Drawing closer toward him, she unsheathed the dagger from its place at her thigh. She ran her finger along the blade, testing its sharpness, at which point a droplet of her blood oozed forth, before bringing the weapon up towards your throat, but not attempting to break any of his skin, not yet at least.* And what would that be?

I stood there unwavering. Were I Sith or a Dark Side adept, your blade at my throat would unnerve me. Fear was the first step to darkness, and it resided within all those who walked the Dark Path. Not so with the Jedi. Even in the heat of battle, or when things were their most grim...the Jedi felt no fear. It did not consume him, neither did rage. It was a great advantage over the Sith, indeed.

And, so it was I simply looked at the dagger next to my throat. It was almost like I was bored, or simply unconcerned with your threat. ''To bring you to the Light Side of the Force, of course. You would be a great asset to the Republic if only you could let go of your rage.''

*If Siduri had not had her first encounter with Oliver, this boy, barely on the threshold of manhood who irked her so, she would have thought he was incredibly stupid. Would he step back and let her slice his throat, becoming a martyr to the Force, just as she had heard the old Jedi named Kenobi had done years ago? Even if he tried to put a fight, there was no escape for him. Not here in her home, which she knew like the back of her hand. Even some of the so-called "secret slave tunnels" were known to her. After all, she had destroyed each of the traitors who had tried to assassinate her with the poisoned bath.*

*She twisted the handle of the blade, pricking his skin in order to unleash a trail of hot, red liquid. Although Siduri was still in control of her emotions, she craved the revenge and needed to spill the blood that he had denied her from their last tangling. Pain. Yes, he'd feel the pain of it as well, and perhaps then he'd be more inclined to see things her way.*

I didn't know the Jedi had comedians in their midst. *She snorted, using the tip of the dagger to paint various Sith glyphs upon Oliver's throat.* But if that was your goal, you should have never returned, young Oliver. For, you see, I'm quite happy the way I am now, filled with the power the ancients have blessed me with.

*Closer, yet, she drew to him* Can you not feel it? *Her blue lips parting into a smile, she unleashed one of the powers she had discovered through her own studies and trial and error- the Waves of Darkness, letting it start off subtly, then augmenting their amplitude*


I wasn't shaking. It was one of the little things to notice about the Jedi. Even with my life threatened so obviously, and with death a very real possibility, I wasn't afraid. My breathing was slow and easy, and I wasn't sweating or anxious. When you cut my neck, it quickly sealed again. Healing such a small wound was simple, especially for a Jedi of the light side.

''No, I do not think you are. Your power is a trap, and will eventually consume you. '' There was a sickness growing, however. The energies of the dark side were released, and I could feel them about me.

I exerted my force of will, steeling my mind with the energies of the light side. I was only a Jedi Knight, though. I wasn't a Jedi Master, and couldn't stand so easily against the naked energy of the Dark Side. I didn't flee or panic, but slowly began to grow confused. It was like the room was spinning, almost. My eyes began to flit about, and I hazily took a step back.

*He was starting to falter and the sadistic Ensi could only enjoy the fruits of her labor all the more. Oliver looked like a little lost nerf, not knowing where the rest of the pack had run off to. Precious, indeed. Siduri was surely going to use this to her advantage.*

*She laughed softly, following him as he moved away* Don't you know, Oliver, dear, Sith never die. *Siduri did not release her hold on the darkness, letting the Waves continue to roll, Her hands went to the back of her tunic, pulling it over her head and baring herself completely before him. She cast her clothing off to the side, thinking no more about it. Now was her chance to persuade him again, when his defenses were weakened, when he was more than likely to think with his loins than with his head.*

*She began to press him closer toward a wall, with the intention of trapping him there, between it and her body, the chain around her navel jingling ever so softly as she took her steps. Indeed, the piercings only seemed to amplify her nakedness* Now, tell me again, why you've returned. *She said, her brown eyes delving deep into his soul.* Tell me that you were having second thoughts about what you passed up.

I knew being confused wasn't normal; I was normally very stable in my thoughts. Again, I felt cold, the sickly darkness of the energies around me no doubt the cause. I wanted out of them, and took another step back, then another. Still, I wasn't afraid. I maintained trying to throw off the effects through my force of will, though it still wasn't having the full effect I wanted.

''They do...the Jedi destroyed them all. The Sith now are just Dark Jedi using their powers...'' I didn't know if that was important or not, but said it anyhow. I needed to talk my way out of this...whatever it was. Thinking was just getting difficult.
I didn't look at your body, trying to keep my eyes locked to yours. ''Yes, I came back to...'' I trailed off, closing my eyes and trying to concentrate

*The wall was getting progressively closer with each backward step that Oliver took. He was still faltering and Siduri knew that she could maintain her hold on her powers for a good deal longer than perhaps the boy would be able to withstand; she'd grown in strength and in her knowledge in her years of isolation, far surpassing anything she had been capable of when she still called the esteemed Sith Sorcerer Sydrian Ta'Shihr "master". She could almost feel the beating of Oliver's heart, the controlled pulse that he was probably struggling to moderate.*

*Siduri slipped her arms around his neck, her hips now brushing against his own. It didn't matter that Oliver was most likely a good ten years younger than she, that he was closer in age to her son. No, he was a man and had a man's needs and desires, even if he had buried them deep within his Jedi persona. She was here to awaken that fire, to fuel the passion and stir the emotion up within him that he'd worked so hard to suppress. She was both devil and temptress, knowing fully well how to instigate the responses she was looking for. A slight gyration of her pelvis brought her shaved lower region in contact with the bulge that he'd concealed inside the loose-fitting pants of the Jedi. But, she'd already proven that he was indeed a man, all parts present and accounted for.*

Shall I tell you the history of the Sith? How we came into being? *She began to purr, her lips now moving over his earlobe and licking at the soft nodule of his flesh* Would that please you, Oliver? Or is there something else that you want? Hmmmm?

Fear was the path to the Dark Side. Anger was the path to the Dark Side. Every Jedi knew that, and to avoid them if they wished to remain upon the path. Lust was of the dark side as well, and I knew it. Even confused as I was, there were certain things one doesn't forget. Just as a diabetic tends not to forget to take a shot, a Jedi seldom forgets what roads lead to the Dark Side.

My eyes remained closed as I forced my will out with more power, throwing off more of the confusion. For just a moment, though, my heart jumped. My eyes opened that moment, and for a moment you'd see the fear in my eyes. Then, just as quickly, it was gone. I wasn't ready to break, and refused to give in.

''Yes, the history. Tell me that...'' my breath was short only for a moment, then my calm came back. Slowly, perhaps, but it returned.

*Siduri's hands slipped down Oliver's chest and made short work of the robe he was clad in. Such a bulky garment only hindered her from her task at hand. His resolve was still strong, but she can break him. So sure she was of her beauty and her womanly charms, she set about to removing his shirt, ripping at it, sending the buttons flying onto the floor. Peeling the textile shell from his form, she noted that he had taken care of himself and was quite the catch for a younger woman. Already, Siduri could imagine Sith glyphs and scars, ritually carved into the muscles of his chest, and on his shoulder blades. Yes, he'd make a handsome student, and perhaps, once he came under her sway more fully, she'd find a way to keep him bound to the newly formed darkness- some arranged mating with a young woman of fine Sith breeding. The Lady Hel Darrius had an unmarried daughter, or at least did, three years ago, when Siduri last traveled to the other courts of the Sith.*

*Just a bit more, just a little more convincing, and then, perhaps it would be time for a bit more manipulation to push him fully over the edge*

The Sith, as you know us, are not just darker versions of Jedi. *she smiled, now letting her hand delve underneath the waist of his pants, stirring up the source of his passion* No, my dear Oliver, the Sith race grew to from the union of native "Sith" and the Dark Ones, whom your precious old Republic had exiled. These were the ones who produced the sacred tombs on Korriban and the great temples on the moon of Yavin IV, that your very same Rebellion used. These are the revered ancestors I worship, along with those who had established the civilization that grew on Praesitlyn. I am Sith because I embrace their teachings, as you, too, shall do, my dear.

No.

I shook my head, which felt heavy and full of gel. My eyes were unfocused, and I was struggling for air. Not just darker Jedi? Yavin IV? I'd heard about that in my travels...what had happened there again? My body jumped, but my mind was elsewhere. Something wasn't right.

No.

''I don't...this isn't...'' I shook my head again, watching what you were doing. It was too hard to think; I needed out of the field of negative emotions. In a moment, my body was like a blur. One moment I stood before you, the next I was across the room, slumped against the opposite wall trying to recover my composure. I moved with the speed of a Jedi Knight, not just a learner. It was a definite sign on my skill, but it had to be done. I was still confused, though, trying to force it off. I'd begun to sweat, and my composure wasn't as serene as before.

''There is no passion; there is serenity.'' I whispered the words, reasserting myself.

*Anger flooded the Ensi as she saw that her plans were thwarted for the moment. Oh yes, she was still going to win the war, even if he'd taken the charge on the battlefield now. Siduri's body was tempered and already bore the marks of many successful victories. She'd have her milk from this boy and his soul as well. There was no question about it. No matter how long it took, she would wear him down. She could tell that he did have some of his own curiosity about her and her body, albeit submerged deep underneath his Jedi ways, but he was still a boy and Siduri knew how hot passion ran when they were that age. After all, she was only but a decade removed from such frivolity of youth, herself.*

*She waited a moment, to let his actions register and allowed the Waves to dissipate. She then broke into a run, planting her hands upon the shiny floor of the throne room, and hurled herself into a handspring that with the added power of her vault and the quickness of her reflexes, she was able to land on him, literally straddling him.*

Don't be so disobedient, Oliver. That's no way to treat a lady who only wants the best for you.. *she smirked, as she pinned him, the darkness swirling around him, ready to rip his pants from his body.* Now, relax and be a good boy and I'll take care of you. *she purred, her lips hovering above his own*

In the moments I had alone, my body returned to my control. My breathing slowed, and I ceased to sweat. My heartbeat became steady, regular, controlled. Any hint of fear or confusion faded from my eyes. I was a Jedi; I could watch my life be taken and not so much as flinch.

''I am a Jedi; this course of action will not succeed. '' I needed to prepare for whatever you were about to do, I knew. This time, I steeled my mind before anything could seek to disrupt it. I began to shield my mind, and waited for the proper moment to change this from a fight on your terms to a battle with lightsabers.

*Siduri was not blind to the fact that he had been concealing a lightsaber. Illusions were the forte of the Sith and one who has dabbled in the stronger, more encompassing variety can readily detect when one is being employed. Such was the case of the Ensi, who in her rabid removal of Oliver's pants and undergarments, had also included that of the lightsaber, invisible to the touch, though in the shadow of her mind's eye, she could see it, beyond the wall of the illusion. She cast it aside, rolling it out of the way, though she knew that a simple call to the hand with telekinesis would bring it back into Oliver's power. But she had no intention for his wits to be that of his own. Not when she was so close.*

*Hungrily, her lips now closed over his member, having slid down his body, but knowing that he'd need to take extra care not to lose the one body part that he would be the most concerned about. She would bleed him dry if need be, showing him how she had brought men far greater than himself to their knees, begging for more, wanting to be milked as only she could. Pressure, yes, a bit more pressure and the combined expulsion and retrieval of his member would only continue to draw him on to pleasure.*

*Once she had established a rhythm, she reached outward with her mind, delving deep into the darkness that permeated her being and unleashed the most bitter and oppressive of her mental attacks- Control Mind, willing him to open himself up to her, body and soul*

Controlling the mind of a Jedi wasn't anywhere near as simple an affair as was controlling the mind of a witless Imperial officer. The pressure on my mind was intense, but I'd spent time in Emptiness, and the doubled my protection with Force of Will. Against this final assault, I called upon the force, sealing my will against an attack at an otherwise soft spot. I didn't give in, but still was wise enough to be careful doing this. I was watching for a rythm, even as I concentrated to keep my thoughts my own.

Near the point where your mouth was furthest from me, then, I spun and pulled myself out, using the force to do so as fast as possible. The moment I was out, I flexed my legs, figuring my physical strength greater than your own even without adding to it. Hopefully, I could knock you off of me. If I could, I'd jump to my feet and start toward the middle of the room...if not, I wasn't sure what I'd do.

*Oliver might have been a Jedi and might have been ready for such an astute mental assault, but even with his preparations, he would find it difficult to combat the full intensity of Siduri's attack. Her powers were stronger; she'd spent far more years honing and developing them that she'd reached the level of Master without having anyone to test and bestow it upon her. He could try all he wished, or do, since wretched little Jedi didn't believe in trying, but he wouldn't be completely successful. There would be a lingering trace of suggestiveness that he wouldn't be able to completely shake off.*

*Siduri was aware that he was fighting her every way he knew possible, but she wasn't willing to give in. She dug her nails into her palms, forcing them into the skin until she was sure that she had breached it. Her eyes closed, she concentrated on the flow of blood that now trickled out from her palms. Pain. Pain was pulsating through her body, adding to the powers that she had claimed for herself from the darkness. She began to feed off of it, channeling her anger and her pain into the mental probe, designing to overcome the slight barrier of your wall. Force of Will from one so young wouldn't hold very long against this type of onslaught. It would only be time until he would begin to weaken, begin to collapse into the hell that she was going to create for him.*

*So enraptured she was with her workings that Siduri had focused most of her energies and attention upon this; she was unable to retain her hold upon your genitalia, only succeeding in raking her teeth across it as you had withdrawn it. Her eyes flew open once the loss had registered and her brown eyes boiled with hatred. You'd already deprived her of one of the things she craved most above all else- semen, the hot, steamy milk of the male that she needed to feel running down her throat. This would now be war.*

*Oliver began to struggle and Siduri did take a hard kick to her mid-section. True, the boy was taller than she and was in great physical condition, but she'd not let herself go to waste. Siduri had been a commander of an army before taking the throne of Praesitlyn, a position that she never truly relinquished. She made it her business to keep herself in prime shape for a woman entering her third decade. But as she took the hit, her hold on his mind wavered slightly. She could not do both- keep the iron grip upon his will and maintain her position. Pain. She could feel the throbbing where the "wind" was knocked from her abdomen. Breathing slowly, Siduri added the pain as fuel to her mental fire, rebuilding the attack to its full strength as he tried to break free from her grasp*

As I moved, I felt the slight pain in my body from the rake of teeth, but thought past it. I was a Jedi, not some weak willed man you'd easily take. I'd need to decide which way to play this, however. My form was almost inhumanly dexterous, but I couldn't get out of this so easily. It was stay and resist the mental intrusion, or else free myself and fall. The decision was easy, if not to be liked.

Switching my defense, I moved the mental shields to my higher self, caging off anger or hatred, but leaving vulnerable certain other, baser emotions. It was a compromise, but hopefully one that would keep me from plunging into darkness. Like anything, though, it was a gamble.

And so, I grew somewhat more still beneath you. I struggled, but left my fear and lust out for you, hopefully getting you to take the bait without thought as to what it was I was shielding. Fear lead to anger...but hopefully if I couldn't stop you from inspiring fear, I could at least hold it there.

*Yes. Yes, she thought, her lips contorted into a sadistic smile as the power flowed from her. He'd wrestled his member free, but he was hardly free from her. His swollen state indicated that he hadn't found her touch to be repulsive. Surely, she could have done a lot more if he'd been more willing. It was always harder to persuade a Jedi that the benefits of adhering to the Sith traditions were manifold.*

*Siduri ripped upon her palms, now caked with the blood that had ushered from them. She placed them upon your arms, holding them in place as her eyes pierced Oliver's Yes, she could feel that he was beginning to become more susceptible to the line of thought that she continued to push into his mind. He wanted her. Yes, she could feel it. But, he wasn't fully a slave to the passion she wished to invoke within him. Taking her would be like eating the forbidden fruit; once he tasted it, he would not be able to pull himself from the dark, twisted path that she intended him to travel. Oliver would be hers. It was only a matter of time.*

*Her right hand slipped down to Oliver's manhood and began stroking it, first soft caresses that progressively began more vigorous, more violent. Siduri wanted to see him grow further, wanted him to become engorged so that he would be a sharpened sword that would pierce her inner sanctum as she brought him under the sway of the darkness. She could tell that he still kept some of himself from her, but she'd wrench him free of it soon enough.*

Undress me. *she commanded, her lips now descending upon his neck* Prove to me that you are a man. *she said amidst a rampant trail of kisses, her lips sucking at the base of his neck as her right hand began to squeeze his member*

Do nothing evil. Don't fall to anger, or let lust or fear drive you into darkness. I knew that much, and certainly was going to find a way out of this. It was all a matter of figuring the proper path, and then of getting out of here. The fact that my body was responsive, my manhood swelling to its full size, was only to throw you off. And because, unfortunately, your power was having a definite effect upon the exposed parts of my mind. It was the animal in the man, but hopefully...the man would be protected from corruption by the animal.

In my eyes, now there was a mixture of fear and lust, both of the emotions you seemed to wish access to most. Almost instinctively, I began to claw at your clothes, tearing them off if possible, and tossed them away. My breathing grew erratic, impassioned, and I seemed to lose all resistance to you. Unless you pressed further, I hoped you might not notice that I was still resisting.

''As you command.''

*Siduri was no innocent in the ways of men. When she had first begun to bleed, her very entrance into woman-hood, she had taken her first partner to bed, a mere student in the ways of pleasure. Like the other Praesitlene free-born girls of that tender age, their muscles were worked over so that there would be no question as to what to do with a man, how to please one, and, for those like Siduri who learned how to make the system work for them, how to make a man beg for the slightest touch. Yes, Oliver seemed as if he were falling into her grasp, but Siduri knew that not all of this was genuine. Of course, it felt genuine enough- the heat of lust that radiated from his penis alone could support the fact that the boy was feeling the emotions she intended. But he wasn't all there. His body was there, but he still blocked certain portions of his mind; he still thought that there was some way that he could preserve himself from the fury she would unleash within him. But there would be no cleaving of the consciousness, no sundering of his self. This only proved that she still had far to come. But for now, she'd let him think that he'd won his round; let him think that he still had the upper hand. *

*She positioned herself so that her shaved mons Veneris rubbed at his member, where her right hand once had been. Her own opening was so close to his tip that she had to be sure that she didn't force herself on him just yet. No, she wanted him to come willingly enough, and if the boy's mind was still trying to decide whether he wanted this or not, his body would be raring to go.*

Oliver, *she said, her lips now moving down his chest, all the way to his stomach. Her right hand had gone from his member to his balls, slowly beginning to wring them, wanting to pump the fluid they concealed out, out so that she would be able to drink it. Ah, but that would come later.* Give yourself to me. Meld your body with mine. Open yourself- your thoughts and your mind, and I shall give you much pleasure. *she cooed, her words laced with the sheer power of the darkness, her hips beginning to push against his own, trying to bring him to the point where he would be thinking with his loins, not his head.*

How far was my lightsaber? Was it close enough I could strike you down? Was there even a reason for such action? You weren't attacking....well, not in any traditional way. Would I be justified in killing you? I had to think not, and that made this more difficult. What could I do here? I needed to hatch a plan, and a quick one. And then...it came to mind. It was risky, extraordinarily risky, but I believed I could handle it.

My focus then shifted entirely to the Force, keeping up one effect...but calling on the Force for another. It was not an evil use of the Force...but only because of my intent. Had I been leaning too far, it certainly would be. Affect Mind was a time tested ability...and your power was focused upon controlling my mind. Hopefully...you wouldn't defend, and I'd be given some reprieve.

''Give in fully to your lust, take what you want most.'' My words battered at your mind, fueled by the extra oomph of the spent Force. It made me slip as well though, nearly pressing myself within you.

*Siduri wanted him alive, filled with the power that she was bringing to warp him with. Her resolve wasn't slipping, if anything the intensity of her mental probe was beginning to fade slightly, if only from the duration that she'd already harnessed them. If it were possible, she would have stripped him of his conscience earlier. It was always easier to work with heartless bastards.*

*The motion of Oliver's member was not lost either. He was beginning to waver, even if it was just the yearnings of his body. Even he couldn't fully control himself. Perfect.*

*She tilted her head slightly, seeing both their weapons, the dagger and the lightsaber on the floor several feet away. They weren't in arm's reach, and both were already using their Force abilities for other purposes, making telekinesis out of the question. Ah, but once she'd have him, she'd begin the process of making him one of the Sith's own. Just a little longer. Yes, after she'd take his milk from him, when the boy would be fully spent. Yes. That would be perfect.*

*And then her eyes widened, feeling the extra push of Oliver's own choice of powers. He was so close to the darkness, so close now that her mouth was beginning to water, both for the prospect of corrupting him entirely, and for her sexual conquest of him. Take what she wanted most. Well, of course that was him- his loyalty for the Sith. But that would be forthcoming. *

I want you most of all, Oliver. *she grinned, like a woman possessed. Yes, let him think she wanted him for his body, when she truly wanted his potential, wanted to keep him soiled and charged with the darkness.* You've never had a woman like me, have you? *she asked, now impaling herself upon his member, her hands wrapping around his neck, riding him as if he were a beast.* There's so much I can teach you, my apprentice. *she smirked, leaning her head so that she could bite down upon his nipple, ripping and tugging at it as she rocked fervently, fueled by her lust, and her hold on his mind unbreaking*

Of course, what I most wanted was my weapon. If I could only...and then, it hit me. As much as I wished this course of action to work, it would not. Surely, I was moving too close to the dark side. I hadn't embraced it, but the edge was too close. Your mind was too powerful, and I'd surely fall eventually. There was but one course of action available...one saving path that I could find.

For a split second, you could feel my mind call out, and then cease. My resistance to your mental powers seemed to cease...and then your powers seemed to find my mind slippery. Beneath you, my body began to go limp, and my breathing slowed again. My eyes closed, and with a great force of will, I emptied my mind. It was dangerous, immensely dangerous...my faith in my allies was my only hope. If they came...if the ship arrived as soon as I hoped...

But to you, my mind no longer seemed to exist. Allowing the Force to flow through me as only the Jedi can, I became all but immune to the powers of the Force. My body was all but comatose, though. A strike might bring me out of Emptiness, but hopefully...this would save me for the time my friends needed to finish the rescue.

*Siduri wanted for him to try to reach his saber, to try to kill her. Yes, that would have been exactly her heart's desire, for the darkness to latch onto his being and warp him into the very dark one she wished him to become. Then all of a sudden, it was gone. Squashed, just like that, and with it, went Siduri's patience.*

*But then the boy seemed to pass into one of those Jedi trances, to remove himself completely from this situation. Siduri roared with anger, ripping herself from his now limp body. He could do nothing for her like this, and if he insisted on continuing this course of action, she'd slay him right there. There was no point in keeping up the mental attack if his faculties had otherwise shut down; Siduri needed to conserve her powers for other things, and she withdrew, only now, from Oliver's mind.*

*A quick glance towards the dagger, she called into her hands by means of telekinesis and attempted to drive it into his abdomen. She was going for the wound. Pain was always such an incentive for reaching into the darkness within. Of course, she'd offer to heal him, singing him all the more with the markings of one of her own.*

Of course, I couldn't block the dagger being plunged into me. The action certainly woke me up, and I knew I was in immediate danger. I was bleeding, but no longer under mental attack. If nothing else...I had that going.

Immediately, my legs went up to kick you away, and my lightsaber flew into my hands. I ignited it with a flip of a switch, then the focusing of the knobs. You'd totally altered the situation with your attack. It was now a physical battle, with an armed opponent. I leapt to my feet, bleeding, and began to move.

I waited for you to call upon the Force for anything, to even momentarily break your concentration upon the physical. At that moment, I'd strike. Wounded I was, and in great pain...but now I was far more in my element, and able to fight effectively once again.

*It was such a lovely sight, to see the self-assured young man leaving a trail of his lifeblood across the smooth stone of the Fortress' throne room floor. Surely, he was feeling the pain, the pulsing and throbbing of his abdomen, the experience of all his "guts" literally pouring out from him. Could the boy be able to block this very primal, very human experience? Siduri hoped not. For all of his Jedi tricks and professed asceticism, he was still very much a human being, and this she intended to exploit. Yes, pain led to anger, and anger leads to power. Some would say that it was a Sith-warped version of his precious Jedi mantra, but Siduri knew it was the truth; she'd seen too many young men and women, give themselves up to their anger and only become all the more resplendent because of it.*

*She pulled the dagger from his belly, repulsed momentarily by his kick. Yes, the boy was strong and it was a shame that he was so disposed to fighting the inevitable. Perhaps that only made him more worthy of coming under her tutelage?*

*The Sith gripped the hilt of the dagger, twisting it in her hand, as if she were ready to strike again. She couldn't miss the fact that he now had his lightsaber and that she had little more than the dagger, beyond her own mastery of the darkness. But now, the ball was in his court. She wanted him to make the next move, to unleash his anger*

My poor little Oliver, *She smirked, her brown eyes affixing themselves to his person* have you been hurt? *she sneered* You know you only forced me to do that; I so abhor destroying such works of male beauty.

Yes, I was bleeding. That would be terribly difficult to deal with in a fight. I was faced with several choices. I could give into anger and use its power. I could quietly die, becoming one with the force. I could fight until my last breath, hoping to rid the galaxy of a Sith Lord and die in the attempt. Or, I could persevere and win.

Cautiously, then, I lowered my lightsaber. In fact, I leveled it with the wound you'd given me, holding it there a moment. Thoughts rushed through my head, thoughts of lashing out in anger or allowing the pain of the wound to master me.

There is no passion; there is serenity.

The thought was all that lined my mind as I pressed the lightsaber closer, finally touching my flesh. As it cooked for a split second, not so much as a grimace passed over my face. When I moved it away, the wound was cauterized, the lightsaber having done the rather gruesome yet necessary work. I didn't allow any emotion radiate from me, simply a serenity unfound in the pit of the Dark Side. Then, without even a hint of anger, I assumed the proper position to begin a fight.

''There is no pain, there is no anger. Know that when I strike, I do so not for revenge, or for the pain you wish to cause. Turn back from your course, the light IS stronger. Surely you can sense it...if a humble Jedi Knight can resist your much more thoroughly studied ways. I am nothing, yet the Force is with me. With the light side of the force as my ally, I will defeat you. Even if you strike me down; there is no death; there is the Force.''

*Siduri rolled her eyes. How much more of his drivel would she have to listen to? One way or another, she was going to break him. He wasn't leaving Praesitlyn, that much was clear enough. She could simply have him locked away in the holding cells of the "dungeon" of the aged Fortress and brought out when she felt like torturing him, or perhaps eliminating him of the burden of several of his limbs. Or she could kill him now and be done with it, but at this point, even though it would serve a purpose, it would almost be anti-climactic. Public execution and displays of torture were common here on her world. Perhaps she could even think of some kind of spectacle that would amuse the populace and either have the Jedi submit to her will, or destroy him in the process? Yes, this was a decision that shouldn't be made rashly and since Oliver wasn't going anywhere in the near future, it didn't make sense to do something that she might later on regret. No, not the killing of course, since that or the turning would still remain her ultimate goal, but just the speed in which she dealt with the matter.*

Blah, Blah, Blah. *She sighed off-handedly, dismissing his profession of his beliefs.* You don't really think that I'm stupid enough to believe your Jedi drivel and propaganda? I'm older than you, boy; don't even question my knowledge or my abilities. You're an amusement, nothing more.

*Siduri twisted the dagger in her hand* You cannot and will not defy me. *gritting her teeth, she hurled the dagger in the opposite direction and turned her back upon him, so all that he could see would be the undulating curves of her hips and buttocks. She called upon the darkness again in order to unleash what would be the last of her mental attacks, one so deadly that she, herself, had been a victim to it in her younger days. She found that his mind was less shielded than it had been earlier, and she proceeded to rip right through it with the most audacious power of Memory Wipe, removing any reference to the Jedi ways that she came across*

I'd gone into Emptiness only minutes before and been torn out of it by pain; for an attack by the Force I was more than ready. My body was in a good deal of pain, but it didn't stop me from controlling the Force. Augmented by the lingering effects of Emptiness and further strengthened by calling upon the Light Side, I resisted the efforts in their entirety. I was refreshed in spirit, not weakening. I'd not grow dazed or forget my training. Of course, after such a card had been played, the time for strategic retreat was nigh.

With lightsaber in hand, I then very quickly moved to the nearest wall, and began going through it. It wasn't an act of fear, I was still defending myself, but it wasn't something done with a lot of thought on the matter either

*Whomever had taught this little brat was thorough enough to show how to effectively counter each form of mental probe she'd tossed him. Her only successes, or rather, half-successes were the combined effects of her body and the hold on his mind. She'd need to up the stakes a bit, but then, she had all the time in the world. Oliver could try to run, but there was no place to hide.*

*Of course, Siduri shrieked when she saw that he was planning on cutting through the stone of the throne room. How dare he desecrate her home? She'd rip his entrails out for this- first the Palace of Justice, and now her very own castle?*

Guards! *she cried, tucking her body into a tumble that would land her near the throne itself, and tugging upon a silken cord that hung against the wall near it. This cord was one of the alarms within the Fortress, connected to the security system. If Oliver made it through the throne room, into the adjoining anteroom, which seemed to be where his saber was focused, he'd be met by a battalion of her royal guard, and the premises would be sealed off.*

Indrel! *she bellowed for her chief slave and steward* My weapons!

Going through a stone wall didn't take long for a lightsaber, and from her reaction...I figured property damage may be a better weapon than even fighting her. As I tore through the wall, my clothes leapt in my direction, and I jumped into them as I went through the wall and into the next room. Of course, there were people waiting for me there. I had no great desire to kill them...but I apparently had to. And so, with the most merciful blows possible, I went through them, then sealed the doors as best I could before I went through the next wall.

The question of how to get out was heavy on my mind. I could keep cutting and eventually find an exit, but that'd take time. The ceiling was an option, but I'd done it before...it might be expected. There weren't a lot of choices, so I opened my senses to what was around me, and then began making the quickest path to the outside...most of it likely through walls, which I'd seal back after heading through.

*Claxons tore through the entirety of the complex. Slaves were running this way and that, trying to protect themselves and the only home that they had ever known. The stomping of boots could be heard as well- the armed guard of the Praesitlene army now arriving in addition to that of the royal protectors of the Ensi. If the Jedi had thought that he had caused chaos in the capital of Galadorn, that was nothing by comparison.*

*Oliver's moves were all captured on the security cameras and it was no secret that he was trying to find his way through the maze of the immense, sprawling Fortress. The Throne Room was located near the center, and there were wings off to each side, east and west, branching into still more wings as you progressed south, as the Fortress was oriented to the north.*

*Indrel, the slave boy, ran into the throne room carrying the bow, quiver, and lightsaber of Siduri. She grabbed them from the boy and ripped one of the draperies from the wall, loosely knotting it into what might pass as cloak, though she was hardly ashamed of the fact that she remained naked, as did the fleeing Jedi boy. If anything, the cloak would provide some protection from the air once she reached the exterior. Siduri could feel Oliver's presence; she'd be able to track him, using the most direct methods, instead of the needless destruction of such an ancient house.*

I, though, was not naked. I'd called my clothing to me as I went through the first wall and dressed on the run. Of course, I wasn't stupid. After about the third wall, I stopped. Leaving one guard alive, I made quick use of the mind trick, getting from his head the quickest way out. Now with an idea of where I was going, I made a line for the exit, using doors if able, or going through walls if necessary.

*Oliver was heading deep into the east wing and the further that he progressed, the more that Siduri's blood began to boil. The Fortress was like a living history museum of Praesitlyn and the Royal Houses that ruled it. She couldn't even begin to think what he might have destroyed, or obliterated. All of that would be dealt with later. She'd sue him for wanton destruction in the Imperial tribunals, if that was the least thing that she could do.*

*Siduri's bow in her hand, her quiver strapped to her back, she ran out the main entrance of the Fortress and leapt upon her black steed that a groom was holding for her right outside the threshold of the castle. She kicked the beast, and it launched into a fierce gallop, intending to meet Oliver from where he broke through the last of the east wing. Already, she knew that her troops would be assembled there, and even some at the west wing, if he proved to change direction mid-flight*

Breaking out would indeed be a challenge. Once I was outside, which way could I possibly go? What options did I even have? When the indoor resistance lightened, I began to expect to have to deal with soldiers on the outside. It gave me pause, and I moved back to some of the fallen soldiers from the other rooms. Finding an outfit among theirs that fit and wasn't obliterated wasn't easy, but after salvaging suitable wears and putting them on, I began to look for another soldier. One who was just wounded and not dead.

A very quick discussion took place then, with me finding out a few things about procedures for something like this. There had to be an area more difficult to defend...someplace to escape from. It also gave me an opportunity to speed the healing of my wound through the Force, and to save the life of the dying guard. With a little more knowledge of the palace and military procedures, I began to move again.

*Praesitlene soldiers seemed far more primitive than the Imperial or the Rebel's military- instead of uniforms or even plasteel armor, Praesitlenes still decked themselves out in the chain mail and plate armor of bygone years. It was tradition, and it would be extremely difficult for someone who was not accustomed to the very weight of the garb alone, even for a Jedi.*

*Because the Fortress was a great size and Oliver was on foot, whereas Siduri was astride a horse, she was able to change direction when she felt his Force Signature heading back the other way. It would take some time before diverting more of the army towards the west wing, but at least she'd be there to face him.*

Yes, even a Jedi might have trouble in armor to which he wasn't accustomed. Thus I wished to be out of it as quickly as possible and away. There was just the slight problem of how to manage the escape and keep alive. There was the wall to consider too...but I could manage that. There was just a matter of a distraction...

As I created the illusion of smoke and a lightsaber emerging from the wall, the fire began and the charge toward the Jedi. Taking that as my cue to leave, I activate Knight Speed and moved to the wall, going over like a hurdle in a race and moving a fifth a kilometer away in the span of a second. I was prepared to keep that up long enough to get a few miles away if need be, and knew I was moving faster than any animal other than a Jedi or Sith could manage.

Yah! *Siduri cried, spurring her stallion on further, trying to cut through the soupiness of the illusion that the Jedi had created. Illusions were difficult to get past her, now that she'd seen and created so many herself. That was one of the benefits of being Sith as well; the powers to create and dispel illusion came so much more easily than they did for most Jedi. Thus, the flames didn't bother her, though they did make her horse a bit skittish before they faded away into nothingness.*

*It was as the smoke parted that Siduri saw the boy leap into the air and literally, fly over the two walls- the inner and the outer fortifications of the Fortress.*

*Curses spewed from her blue-painted lips as she knew there was little in her power that she could do. Looking toward the sky, she stirred up the clouds, using her anger to bring a storm down upon her lands through the manipulation of the weather. The spaceports over Galadorn would be affected as well, and Oliver would find that escape would not be as simple as it might seem.*

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