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"There is nothing you need to do right now. Just meditate and prepare yourself for what is to come," he told her as the shuttle left the hangar.

Later on Verisin...

The sith troopers in their faceless armor led the Dark Lord and his apprentice through rows of and rows of the large military camp that had been set up for the final siege of the rebel stronghold. Finally the troopers stopped outside of a large clearing that had been made. In the middle of the clearing tied to a post was a middle aged man with pale skin and middle length dark brown hair. His clothes were in tatters and his body showed the signs of immense torture. Lifting his face to greet the newcomers the man saw the immense black visage of Karah Tos' armor and spat on the ground.

"So here at last comes the usurper. What? Only brave enough to face me while I am in bonds?" the bound man said in labored breaths.

"You should be happy. For not often does a god descend to deal with mere flies such as yourself, Voral." was Karah Tos response

"Flies? Pah, give me a lightsaber. I'll show you what I think of your divinity," Voral responded.

"Cut him down, and give him a lightsaber" Karah intoned to one of the soldiers. "I am merciful Voral, I am giving you a chance to live. I will let you go if you kill this young lady here," he continued facing Voral. Turning to Sonya now. "This is your chance to prove your worth to me, kill this man."

"This should be fun," Voral murmered as the guard cut the bonds tying him to the stake and handed him his lightsaber.

calliga's grin deepened. "Oh, no, Siren. I won't be gentle...." Calliga let his touch drop lower before finishing.
"...at all. It's past all that."
Pleasure and malice mixed in his voice, a dark stream of hunger forming from his words. Abruptly, Calliga summoned the force and sent siren sprawling onto the bed and held her there, vulnurable as he tossed off his bandages again, this time the epitome of a sith; seeking passion heedlessly. Malice dripping from him like rainwater; he advanced on siren, gathering a length of bandages into his hands and snapping them tight between both fists like a whip of some sort.
seizing her, he yanked the little clothing she had to the floor and attacked; ravaging the waiting sith mistress as had not been done before....
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outside the door to siren's chambers, several passing servants giggled and became a bit excited themselves; hearing cries and moans coming forth in constant stream from the room. the secretary Twi'lek looked longingly at the door, blushing at bit as she imagined what might be going on inside...

"You've got to be kidding me?" Sonya asked. "That's it?" She gave a laugh, looking at the bound man. He was weakened already. His breath was heavy from the torture.

Using the force to summon her blade to her hand. The red saber ignited, playing against her face. "God's order or not, you're a weak sith. Even weaker because you managed to get captured, and tortured. You may be able to control a planet, but you couldn't control a lightsaber to save your life. And I dare you to ask me to prove it, because in a couple of minutes, I will."

Sonya didn't wait to summon all her force into her charge. She lept forward, a small hunk of dirt flying from where her feet stood. He didn't have to move. Her downward strike was easily blocked. The hiss stung as the two of the sabers begged to eat into each other. Her training saber wasn't going to win against a good blade in terms of strength.

Sonya unlocked herself from Voral. He was completely calm, despite her attack's ferousity. Surprize was shot for sure. The two began to circle each other. He began to warm up his own style, hopping and twirling the blade at the same time.

"Wasted charge," Voral muttered, as he danced from left to right while he stepped closer to Sonya. It wasn't shii-cho, what she had been taught to use. Maybe she had bitten off more than she could chew. Time to get creative.

Voral began with a flurry of horizontal slashes. His speed was incredible, but Sonya kept up with a tight defense, bottled in.

"You are starting to really PISS ME OFF!" She shouted, using her foot to kick some dirt up, as Voral lept back. Sonya had regained the offensive, going for low sweeps and diagonal slashes. Quick steps back gave her room to make short but effective charges as the crashing of blades gave off a horrid sound. Her own blade flickered, as she felt with the force for another one. Finding one, she called blindly with her left hand, summoning it to her.

It ignited, as her own training saber's tip got cut off, shorting her own one out immediately. The omnious red glow was thicker than she had expected, and the hilt's weight was far more. She only noticed it as she brought it up and to the left in a diagonal slash. Must have been a guard's. No time to think though, as the counter made by Voral was getting stronger. It seemed he wanted to live after all.

A high slash met with a high block. The two blades pushed against each other in a large circle, first to the left, then to the right. Voral gave a force push, sending Sonya flying into the barrack wall behind her. She snapped back to attention just in time to tilt her head to prevent a stab to the face, singing her hair.

"You nerfwhore. You burnt my hair," she said. Her hand was perfectly positioned to open up and let a force push go. And she did just that, straight to Voral's gut. At the last second, Voral dodged it pulling his saber free from the wall in the same motion, turing his fall into a backwards spin. Sonya barely caught the blade, as she was pushed back again under the flurry of blows from Voral.

This is definately not Makashi, nor Soresu. Too wild and passionate. The blows aren't strong enough for Djem So either. Too fast as well. Must be that last style. I hope its Ataru or whatever they call it. I'm woefully outmatched in the open field if that's the case...

Using the force to summon a rock, she threw it at a control panel to open the door, as she slowly backed into a weapons bunker, filled so tight with racks of blasters and other assorted weapons, Voral wouldn't be able to move. He wouldn't want to really stay outside either, as she would be able to assault him limitlessly from within. But, Sonya was in for a shock as Voral gave a strong push to both sides of the racks. As he went, he made room for him to fight.

"Aw Frell," she said to herself, as she felt the inevitable storm she was fighting. Vibroknives and vibroshivs began to fly from the walls, slicing away at the ivory skin of her face and several embedded in her leg. Crying, Sonya fell from the pain. It's not like she hadn't been hurt before, but she really hated going through so much reconstructive surgery to prevent scarring.

Luck would have it as the bunker's roof began to collapse. The forced blowing apart of the various racks had hit key support beams. The building began to collapse, as the two were buried under it's frame. Dust billowed out everywhere, as for a short while, everything was still.

Two red sabers began to cut furiously, before two circles of durasteel flew up from a force attack. Sonya could barely move, as Voral charged at her. She blocked several attacks, some top, some even from behind, before she gave a quick push. This time, her force attack hit home, as she picked up a concussion grenade and threw it at Voral. The blast caught him unaware, while Sonya summoned a second blade to her hand and summoned the last of her strength to jump and bring both blades down on Voral's hands.

"Enough. You die now," she said, tossing the sabers aside. She pulled a vibroknive from her leg, and rammed it up through the right side of his neck at the base, blood squirting freely. A vibroshiv stabbed right through his breastbone, as she grabbed his head by the hair. Summoning a pair of pikes, she rammed one into each of his legs to pin his body to the ground, and a third rammed through his left shoulder, to keep him stuck like a bug. Grabbing a thermal detonator, she broke his jaw and stuffed it neatly in his mouth.

"I am the Lady Maliss. Too bad you won't have time to fear my name." Walking off, she tripped the timer for fifteen seconds. Voral cried, as the blast consumed him in firey smolders. Sonya limped back to Karah.

"I imagine that I got wounded too much and went too slow for someone of your status, huh? At least tell me you liked the finale."

Calliga was relentless, and Siren was absolutely helpless against him. She knew what he was doing now, and as if he could tell she realized his desire for dominance, he taunted her with that simple demand. Unable to refuse, she cried out in the middle of the passion, " I am Darth Siren, Queen of Thule... and your obedient slave! " His merciless assault was his attempt to take her place as an apprentice would their master, and she surrendered herself to him. Just as Siren had total control of Thule, so did Calliga now have control over Siren.

She layed back in total submission, begging him for more. She always knew her methods worked, but now that she's experienced that end of the pleasure herself, she's been enslaved by it as well.

Siren had been thoroughly conquered, and now that Calliga had given her such passion and pleasure, she would serve him in the hopes that it would never end. After it was all over, she layed beside him, an arm gently caressing his chest as she half-embraced him like lovers.

" That was... more than I could imagine... " Siren said. " I'll do anything you wish, Master, but you really took it outta me. " Once she was rested enough, she would eagerly fulfill his every desire. The passion was still coursing through her, driving her to do anything it'd take if it meant feeling that much pleasure again. At the moment, it would be hard to tell Siren apart from the rest of her staff, all of them being willing and eager to serve.

Siren closed her eyes as she rested her head against Calliga's shoulder, still rubbing her hand over his chest for a moment before coming to a stop in a one-armed embrace over his far shoulder. " You should probably move out of that VIP room and move in here with me. That way I'll always be within reach for you. " she said, her sultry tone starting to fade as fatigue took over. Before she could hear any response, she nodded off to sleep.

It was in an Automated Mutitions Plant North of the Capital where a deal was to take place, a little negotiation between the Republic and a Genoharadan leader named Bolen Feskin regarding the botched mission on Amorica. The Place was chosen because the droids never noticed anything but their appointed tasks and achieving complete perfection in said tasks. They would go completely unnoticed.

Feskin glanced at his Chronometer, then looked about, trying to spot his snipers and bodyguards. The Neimodian didnt take chances. It didnt pay in his buisness to do so, even if it was just one Republic Negotiator.

Right on time, a brown haired man in a dark buisness suit and sunglasses entered the Facility. Feskin's look outs alerted him to it via earpiece Comlink the second he entered. There would be no surprises.

The Man emerged from a Hallway, looked about and then noticed Feskin.
"You fellows sure know how to pick 'em, dont you?" The man said in an easy going tone. "Theres a dozen factories just like this one out here and you guys had to pick the one furthest from the main highway. Pretty inconvienient."

"Cut the chatter, human. You waste my time and yours with it." The Neimodian barked. "Get to the point."

The man adjusted his jacket and rested his hands in the pockets. Feskin's Snipers drew a bead on him.

"My Employers want to know what happened on Amorica." He said.

"We dont know-"

"Dont tell me you dont know." The Man snapped coldly. "This was your operation. We funded it well and we expected results. Its been several weeks now, and rumor floating around the Mandalorians is that there was a rogue droid attack on Amorica. Some kind of Assassin Droid. Needless to say, we're concerned."

The Neimodian narrowed his eyes, clearly not liking the way he was addressed. "You seem not to understand what the arrangement here is, human. You need us. But we really dont need you. We can collapse the entire Republic arround us if we wished. You do not talk to me as an inferior."

The Man's face was impartial, as though he were only half listening to the Neimodian's words.

"Where are our results?" He asked.

"There was Jedi interference with our droid. It seemed that a Jedi Investigator following a different-"

"The Jedi know now?" The Republic man asked, his voice tinged with cold anger. "Do you realise what will happen if the Jedi get involved?"

"The Jedi know nothing. They would have had to check its memory. Fortunately the Droid was destroyed. Dont worry. We will have your Merchandise."

Siren woke up and untold amount of time later. She felt unusually calm and relaxed, and then noticed she was cuddled up with Calliga, then she remembered everything that happened. Smiling, she adjusted herself into a better embrace and layed her head against his shoulder, moving her free arm to caress his chest very gently.

All she could think about for the moment was how he completely conquered her, and how much she loved it. She now fully understood why her servants were so eager and willing. After a few moments, Calliga started to open his eyes. " Good morning, Master. " Siren said softly.

Calliga yawned and stretched for moment; rather resembling a cat in sunbeam for a short instant. the "Defeat" he'd handed Siren had left him stiff; but it was hardly a problem in exchange for what he'd gotten out of her from it....
For one, loyalty.
"...'morning, Siren. or perhaps I should use "Slave" now, hmmm? Ah well..."
Calliga joked, shifting slightly.
"Now, since I presume you are well-rested; if you would be so kind, I believe you owe me something, Slave..."
Calliga smirked mischieviously and glanced at the door.
"You did promise...a Demonstration...."