Star Wars: Derelict Jedi
?Part 1 of 3
Jaina Solo trilogy.
Reposted.
Star Wars
derelict jedi
By Obsidian Reaver
2012
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Jaina Solo eyed the quivering bulkhead with a healthy dose of suspicion. Her lightsaber was at the ready, gripped in a palm slick with sweat, though not ignited just yet. Cautiously, she made her way toward the blinking control panel and, after a moment of hesitation, tapped it.
Nothing happened.
"Damn." Jaina cursed under her breath as she pressed the pad once more, this time applying more pressure. It was clear the door had suffered far too much damage, and was no longer anywhere _near_operational. Though an obstacle, it was far from insurmountable...at least for a Jedi.
Extending her awareness in the Force, she reached out into every corner of the derelict station, seeking some sign of life. But, just like the last five times she'd tried, she still sensed nothing. Whoever had been overseeing this pile of scrap was long gone.
Or dead.
Grimacing, Jaina thumbed the pressure plate of her lightsaber. A snap-hiss echoed through the corridor a millisecond later, bathing it and Jaina in soft, violet light. With practiced precision, Jaina tilted the humming bar of plasma and plunged it deep into the durasteel portal. The metal alloy liquefied at the point of contact, glowing white hot as Jaina began dragging the lightsaber down.
In no time, sweat beaded on the Jedi's forehead. The heat emanating from the molten gash was unusually intense, and the bulkhead was proving to be far thicker than she'd initially assumed. The act of carving through the door was becoming arduous and taxing. It wasn't long before Jaina had to pull her blade away and take a deep breath.
"Kark," She cursed under her breath, wiping the sleeve of her tan robe over her forehead, "no way is this standard construction."
Glaring at the stubborn bulkhead and the cooling semicircle her lightsaber had traced through it, Jaina redoubled her effort and drove the glowing blade back in. It was no easier this time than the last, and Jaina founder herself gritting her teeth as she pushed her weapon further down. Finally, the blade came full circle, and she wasted no time in using the Force to send the chunk of durasteel flying into the next room.
Sighing in relief, Jaina allowed the metal slab to fall to the floor as she stepped through the gap...and into a compartment of total darkness. Though the hole in the bulkhead allowed some light to pour it, her lightsaber was the room's only real source of illumination, radiating a purple gloom centered on her. Jaina held the weapon upright and close to her chest, defensive and watchful. Her brown boots reverberated off the durasteel deck plating with each step she took. So far, she felt no alarm or danger from the Force.
A red light caught her eye, surrounded by a dozen or so pale white lights. Unlike its companions, it blinked in a slow but purposeful rhythm, almost beckoningly.
The distress signal, Jaina surmised at once.
Keeping her senses attuned to her surroundings, Jaina skulked toward the control console. Using the glow from her lightsaber to get a better view of the equipment, she punched in a few commands and was rewarded with a holo-recording materialized from a nearby projector. A man, haggard and probably in serious need of a sanisteam, stood suspended in time. Jaina tapped one of the pale buttons and freed him from his stasis.
_"This is a general distress call from-"_The man began before being interrupted by blasterfire in the background.
"THEY'RE COMING THROUGH!" A feminine voice screamed out of view, followed by more blasterfire and what Jaina could only surmise was some sort of animalistic growl. The man in the holo-recording turned, bug-eyed, and stared with horror at something Jaina could not see.
"Oh no, please no!" He screamed, covering his face with the back of his hands. Alarm suffused Jaina as she watched the man blasted out of view by an electrical discharge. A sinking feeling assailed her, but she continued to watch the holo, hoping for some confirmation nonetheless.
And there it was.
No sooner had the aging man been incapacitated than another figure entered the frame. The hooded form was daunting in stature, standing at least 2 meters tall and seemingly just as wide. His dark cowl concealed most of his features, save for the very tip of a black snout and a few stray whiskers.
"Togorian." Jaina murmured, referring to the species of impressively built felinoids. More screeching could be heard in the background and out of view, until silence finally prevailed. The Togorian Sith continued staring at the limp form of the charred man, before issuing a sharp command to someone off screen.
"Begin your tests."
Jaina winced as she watched the Sith's lips curl into something that resembled a sinister, and very toothy grin.
"It's too late!" Another voice hissed. "The alarm has been sounded! No further testing is-"
"I am aware of the alarm." The Togorian interrupted, not at all perturbed it seemed by his accomplice's caution. Casually, the dark warrior turned his head toward the holocam, giving Jaina her first glimpse of his face, albeit obscured. The Togorian seemed to be staring right at her, his eyes glowing from deep within the shadows of his hood, and Jaina had to work hard to keep a chill from going down her spine. "Let them come...they're already doomed."
Bestial roars and growls grew louder in the background as the Sith gave the holocam a final wink and stepped out of view. Almost simultaneously, an inhuman snarl from somewhere on the station caused Jaina to whip around and bring her lightsaber up into a high guard. Her robes fluttered with her violent reaction, and her brown eyes darted from one shadowy corner to the next. The holo-recording continued to play behind her as she began taking a few steps away from it. She'd sensed no life on the station, so what exactly had made that noise?
A deep rumble echoed from the shadows in front of her, accompanied by clicks and what sounded like something scratching against durasteel. Jaina steeled herself and continued forward, the glow from her lightsaber finally coming into contact with a sealed bulkhead. Crimson blood spattered the gunmetal grey of the door, and jagged furrows were etched along its surface.
"Rowdy," Jaina said, pulling out her comlink and opening a secure channel to her restored astromech droid, "get down here and plug into the main computer. I need sensors back online, now."
Jaina waited for the familiar beeps and tweets to reply, but she found herself waiting in vain. Over the com channel, she heard nothing but incoherent static. Jaina was about to reissue her command when something terrible caught her eye. Clipping the comlink back to her belt, Jaina turned and watched her Stealth-X tumble past the transparisteel viewports. Rowdy was still locked in, but his dome had been cleanly severed from the rest of his cylindrical chassis. Sparks popped and flashed from his ruined innards, and the entire circumference of the cut glowed molten orange.
The Sith.
Suddenly, just as the modified X-Wing was slipping further away from the station, it erupted into a brilliant ball of pure white fire. Though the station's viewports tinted to near black in an effort to dull the radiant energy, Jaina still had to shield her eyes and look away as her ship's full complement of Shadow Bombs detonated at once.
Danger prickled the hair on the back of her neck, and Jaina recovered her defensive stance just as the bulkhead next to her released its seal. Intense light flooded the room as three, multi-legged creatures surged through the gap. Their jaws were lined with serrated teeth, and their menacing claws dripped with toxic slime. Dark green scales covered their hide, and a barbed tail thrashed behind them. As they leapt at Jaina, their eyes fixated on her. Though savage was their attack, their eyes suggested the cold cunning of a predator.
Jaina couldn't believe the mystery and surreal nature surrounding this station. From its unusual construction to her inability to sense any life forms onboard, and now the appearance of Voxyn, a relic species of the Yuuzhan Vong War. Jaina herself had been on the mission that saw the end of this vile creature, and yet here were three in excellent physical condition and preparing to rend her to shreds.
As the three Voxyn bore down on her, Jaina hastily rolled to her right and deftly sliced through a barbed tail as it struck in her direction. The creature howled in fury as the others scrabbled to engage Jaina. It was no use hiding from them, and Jaina didn't try. If these Voxyn were anything like the ones she'd fought more than a decade ago, they'd be able to sense her Force aura with ease. Instead, Jaina regained her footing and confidently placed her blade between her and the three maelstroms of death.
They attacked from all angles...but to no avail.
The Sword of the Jedi Order, Jaina herself was a maelstrom in battle. Her blade was both weapon and shield, and she wielded it masterfully in both capacities. No claw raked her flesh. No stinger pierced her organs. No jaw sized her limbs. No toxin paralyzed her dance of death.
As for the Voxyn, even their durasteel-tough scales proved no defense against Jaina. Her blade found every vulnerability, every chink in the armor. In no more than a minute, three mutilated corpses littered the deck in front of her.
Jaina blew out a long breath as she scanned the room for any further surprises, but never let her violet blade dip from its vigilant posture. Noticing the fumes rising from her slain attackers, Jaina recalled the Voxyn's final death throes and wisely kept her distance from the poisonous gore.
The control room, now at least partially illuminated from the sterile light pouring through the open bulkhead, fell silent once more, save for the holo still blaring near the console. The primitive grunts and growls emanating from the recording, so similar to the sounds of her former opponents, made Jaina uneasy and she moved quickly to silence the infernal noise.
Glancing at the bulkhead behind her once more, Jaina reached the console but stopped just before deactivating it. Her eyes widened as she witnessed a horrific scene playing out. The pale blue image of a Grand Alliance officer writhing on the ground captivated her. The poor woman was in obvious pain, but from what, Jaina couldn't say. Maybe the holo had been corrupted, and her assailant wasn't being replayed. Or maybe she'd been wounded. The latter seemed more likely, but an instant later, both possibilities had been thoroughly thrown out the airlock.
As impossible as it seemed, the woman's face seemed to be stretching. It was the only word Jaina could think of to describe the sight. Further and further, the officer's jaw seemed to grow, her teeth lengthening into wicked vibrodaggers.
Jaina quirked an eyebrow as her finger hovered over the power button.
"Can't be a Changeling." Jaina mused, curiosity beginning to surmount her aversion to the scene. "Wild stuff. Uncle Luke and Clighal will want to get a look at this."
"And they will."
Jaina barely had time to retract her hand before a bar of emerald plasma came arcing down across it. Even so, she had 'no' time to avoid the savage elbow to her chest. She gasped as the blow connected, but allowed the momentum to carry her back away from her assailant. The console sputtered and sparked, a full quarter of it cleaved apart by the enormous verdant blade.
Jaina stumbled, repositioning her own blade in front of her as the dark form straightened to its full, and considerable, height. Two gold eyes peered at her from beneath of hood of pure black, and a set of pointy teeth gleamed as the Sith's black lips curled away from them in a malevolent grin.
Jaina's eyes darted to the ruined control console, where the holo no longer played, and she couldn't help but crack a smile herself.
"Well, considering that you just destroyed it, I highly doubt that." She quipped, crouched and ready to pounce.
"And where did I say I was referring to the holo?" The imposing Togorian replied predatorily, dropping into a battle stance of his own. Jaina betrayed nothing in her reaction, her full lips still split in a taunting smile, but her Force aura told a different story. It reeked of uncertainty, tinged with fear. And the Togorian seemed to sniff it like fine Corellian wine.
"Ahhh, the Sword of the Jedi quivering in her little brown boots." The Togorian continued as he advanced a step, just to try and intimidate Jaina further. "You are right to be fearful. It may even save you in the end." He bellowed, lunging at Jaina with an overhand chop.
Centering herself, Jaina refused to give ground and instead called upon the Force to augment her strength as she raised her blade horizontally to meet the Sith's brutal strike. She immediately regretted the decision the moment his saber clashed with hers. Even with the Force behind her, his attack jarred her bones and pushed her purple blade closer to her face than she was comfortable with. She could smell the ozone radiating from her lightsaber, and a few strands of her rich brown hair sizzled as they came into contact with the magnetically-contained energy. Her lightsaber whined and crackled as he bore down on her with all of his strength.
Jaina gambled, and removed one hand from the hilt of her saber. Immediately the blade inched closer to her, the solid beam of violet plasma reflected clearly in her eyes. Jaina had only seconds to lift her free hand and unleash a devastating Force blast directly against the Sith's abdomen. The Togorian grunted as he was thrown back several feet, and Jaina found the pressure on her sword arm relieved. The Togorian landed on his back and slid to a halt. In an instant, he was back on his feet and renewing his attack. He came at Jaina sweeping low, then high, and then low again. Jaina, in an impressive display of athleticism, dodged each swipe, and even managed to launch an offensive of her own.
"Training undisturbed for thousands of years, and this is the best the Lost Tribe can come up with?" Jaina mocked as she parried a series of heavy strikes. "I'm disappointed."
"Jedi arrogance." The Sith spat in reply, jumping away from a quick diagonal slash by Jaina. "Your assumption offends me."
"Offending Sithspawn is kind of my thing." Jaina shot back as she pressed her advantage. Despite her wisecracks, Jaina couldn't deny that this Sith was a skilled warrior. It was requiring a great deal of effort on her part just to remain on the offensive.
"I'm a little surprised the Jedi sent their Sword to such a remote outpost." The Sith huffed, back flipping away from another flurry of strikes from Jaina. Each inch of ground he gave, Jaina took, and now the Togorian was in serious danger of having his back against a wall.
"I was in the neighborhood." Jaina said casually, keeping the strain out of her voice as she worked to lock down the Sith. "So, what's with the green saber? A new trick of the Lost Tribe?"
"I am not of this Lost Tribe!" The Sith sneered in irritation, finding room at last to undertake a counterattack. Jumping vertically, he placed his feet against the durasteel wall behind him and used his powerful legs to launch himself like a missile at Jaina. Jaina sidestepped and rose her blade high above her head, intent on bisecting the Sith and ending the fight there and then. Five razors across her midsection derailed that plan, however, with the Sith leaving five, long red gashes as he sailed past.
The sideswipe sent Jaina spinning, and her lightsaber left her suddenly weak grip. Its violet light winked out of existence as it clattered to the ground. The Sith somersaulted to his feet, and turned to face the fallen Jedi. Noticing her abandoned weapon, he reached out with his hand and summoned the device to him. Jaina's lightsaber twitched and skittered, before flying into the air. Jaina jumped to her feet and stretched out her own hand, But rather than struggle with the Sith in a Force tug-of-war, Jaina pushed...and sent the hilt base-first against the Sith's snout.
Taken by surprise, the Sith grunted and fell back a step, blood dripping from his black nose. Jaina raced forward, only now recalling the weapon and thumbing its activation plate. The weapon hissed back to life and Jaina, holding the weapon in her right hand, leapt into the air and twirled down on the Sith in a chaotic display of Juyo and Ataru. Mixing the two aggressive forms, Jaina attacked with a single goal in mind: Elimination of the Sith.
The Togorian was given no quarter to go on the offensive. Jaina's conservative, yet brutal fighting style kept him blocking and parrying, lest he fall victim to her flashing blade.
"You fight like a Sith." The Togorian panted, trying to keep up with Jaina's ferocious assault. Despite his best efforts, Jaina's blade occasionally grazed his dark robes and burned him in a variety of places. "Passionate and strong...impressive."
"I think you're mistaking passion," Jaina shot back, just as she sent the Sith flying into a nearby computer console with a powerful Force thrust, "with resolve."
The Sith plowed into the machinery with terrifying force. Durasteel crumpled and circuitry snapped under his bulk, and he struggled to regain his footing. Jaina stepped over to stand in front of him, her blade held at the ready.
"I'm resolved to know where you found those Voxyn. I'm resolved to find the crew of this station. I'm resolved to discover what it is you're doing here." Jaina said, enumerating her intentions very matter-of-factly. "And no matter what that is, I'm resolved to stop you."
"I see..." The Togorian replied, coughing up a small amount of blood. Looking at Jaina with his golden eyes, he turned his attention to the room in which they were standing. A slight grimace curled his lips. "This isn't going to be large enough, I think."
Jaina cocked an eyebrow, but never allowed her watchful gaze to leave the Sith.
"Large enough for what?" Jaina demanded. She could feel something in the Force, something strange yet vaguely familiar. She'd definitely sensed it before, but not for some time. The odd feeling was overwhelmed, however, the moment the Togorian locked his eyes with Jaina once more and danger tickled her spine.
"For you." He rumbled, an instant before his stretched out his hand and crooked his fingers. Jaina recognized the gesture and quickly adjusted her guard, just as jagged bolts of sapphire lightning connected with her violet blade. Jaina strained to absorb the Force Lightning with her lightsaber, pushing back with all the strength she could muster.
"You already found the crew of this station!" The Sith roared over the raging lightning. "Or at least those I kept alive...and YOU MURDERED! I'd hoped they'd prove more of a challenge, but I wasn't counting on the Sword of the Jedi!"
Jaina made the connection immediately, and her heart sank, even as she forced the lightning further away from her. But how? How could they have been the Voxyn?
"And that's why I'm here!" The Sith laughed aloud, though his eyes were growing wider as Jaina's blade inched closer. "They were nothing more than wamp rats in my lab!"
Jaina edged her lightsaber closer, her eyes shut to avoid being blinded and relying solely on the Force to guide her. She sensed the critical point; sensed that her blade was in the correct position. And, trusting in the Force, she flicked her wrist, and was rewarded with a howl of pain and the cessation of electrical discharge. When Jaina reopened her eyes, she found exactly what she expected: The Sith cradling the seared stump where his left hand used to be.
"So...wh-what now, Jedi?" The Sith struggled to say through a haze of pain. Jaina snatched away his lightsaber with the Force and clipped it to her utility belt. Securing the weapon, she then angled her own for a killing blow.
"The only good Sith is a dead Sith." Jaina replied.
"So, so you would kill me in cold blood?" The Sith shot back quickly, holding up his free hand in a submissive gesture. "Not...not very _Jedi_of you."
"In my experience, showing a Sith even a shred of mercy is a bad idea." Jaina mused, remembering the kindness Ben Skywalker had shown the Sith Vestara Khai, and the betrayal she had given him in return. "You chose the wrong path, I'm afraid."
"But isn't murder against your code?" The Sith inquired, again far a little too quickly. Something wasn't right. Either he feared death, or he was stalling, and Jaina had never heard of a fearful Sith...at least not one of his strength.
"What're you up to, Sithspawn?" Jaina demanded slowly, again sensing that odd feeling in the Force. Or, was it a feeling at all? It was more like something wasn't there, like a void in-
Jaina twirled and attempted to reposition her lightsaber for defense, but it was too late. She felt something pierce her abdomen, and found herself staring at a mutilated visage.
A Yuuzhan Vong.
Jaina lowered her eyes, expecting to see an amphistaff _biting_her stomach, but instead only saw the Yuuzhan Vong's own hand. His needle-like finger had stabbed her just above the navel, and she could already feel the toxin pouring into her bloodstream. From behind her, Jaina could hear the pained laughter.
"Well done, Yin." The Sith rumbled, unsteadily rising to his feet as the Yuuzhan Vong retracted his syringe-like finger from Jaina, causing the latter to stumble backwards. The Sith sidestepped the Jedi, and raised his stump to Yin. "Although, you could've arrived a little sooner, I think."
"I am sorry, Master Garr." The Yuuzhan Vong bowed in apology, keeping his eyes on the Sith's severed apendage. "With your blessing, I can grow you a superior 'hand'.
Garr sneered, but said little else in response. Turning his attention back to Jaina's shaking form, he smirked in amusement. Her misfortune seemed to dull his own, and this particular catch had been more than significant.
"Ah, look at her, Yin." Garr sighed in victory, his voice catching a bit as the pain in his stump temporarily seized him. "The Sword of the Jedi at our feet!"
Yin examined the cringing woman through two biologically enhanced eyes, and the conclusion he came to brought a frown to his scarred lips.
"Yes, she is a fine prize...however, though her nerves burn with holy fire, the Jeedai appears to be resisting the serum rather successfully."
Garr flexed the fingers on his remaining hand, and a growl rumbled from deep within his throat. Yin's observation brought holy fire to the Sith's own nerves, and Garr wanted more than ever to slay his ally in the most brutal way imaginable. But, Garr could ill afford to do so, considering Yin's fortunate status as the sole engineer of this new venom. So Garr quelled his rage for the moment, and instead took a few steps closer to Jaina.
"She is a Jedi, Yin. Inherently weak."
"None of the other subjects were abl-"
"SHE WILL SUCCUMB!" Garr roared, flashing his teeth at Yin, who simply bowed his head and spread his arms in deference.
A slight gasp escaped Jaina's lips as she struggled to regain her footing, one hand pressed against her burning abdomen. Whatever that Yuuzhan Vong had injected her with, it was 'potent'. And if it was what Jaina suspected it was, given the holo-recording, she shuddered at the thought of her fate. She found herself drawing heavily on the Force just to delay the effects. Whether she possessed the strength to neutralize the poison, she wasn't sure in the slightest.
Incredibly, however, she reached out and tried to summon her lightsaber. Garr's eyes widened in surprise, and he frantically searched the ground for his own weapon. But Jaina's attempt was feeble at best, and she found that she simply couldn't spare the concentration to pull the weapon to her; it was taking everything she had to keep the poison at bay.
Her lightsaber clattering uselessly on the durasteel floor, Jaina let her hand fall as she cringed in agony. Though it was apparent she was no longer a threat to Garr, he nonetheless retrieved his blade and kept it ready in the palm of his hand.
"Sc-scared of...of the inherently weak...laser-brain?" Jaina managed to quip, despite her precarious situation. Garr frowned, and gripped the hilt of his saber tightly.
"I admit, Jedi, that you are made of sterner stuff." Garr conceded reluctantly, before adding, "You would have made a fine Sith."
"Indiscriminate murder...isn't my...my thing." Jaina shot back, sweat beginning to drip down her forehead as her legs quivered below her.
"It's really irrelevant at this point." Garr snarled, a plan forming in his mind. Igniting his lightsaber with a snap-hiss, he reared back with it and prepared to strike Jaina down. "You will serve me...or you will die!"
Garr swung...and Jaina attacked.
A blast of Force energy dislodged Garr's weapon from his grip and sent it sailing across the room. The cost to Jaina, however, was damning.
As Garr fell back a step from the force of the counterattack, Jaina cried out in utter torment, and didn't stop. Her life had been saved, but at the cost of her concentration, and she could feel the Yuuzhan Vong venom spreading through her veins. Like wildfire it spread through her system, and even Jaina knew it was beyond containing. Try as she might to resist, she could feel it taking hold.
Jaina fell to her hands and knees, her mouth agape as a long and deep grunt escaped her. Her body was on fire, made worse by the thick Jedi robes wrapped around her body. Her hands shook under her, and the nails on each one began to darken before the Jedi's very eyes. Alarm tingled along her spine, and her eyes widened as she watched her fingers begin to crack and swell.
"Ahhh," Garr purred, recovering his balance. "Is that _fear_I sense? Are you afraid, Jedi?"
Jaina winced, trying to marshal what remained of her strength. She wanted to respond, to fire off one of her confident barbs, but found she couldn't. Her jaw refused to obey her commands, and Jaina shook her head in frustration.
"What's wrong, little Jedi? Did you say something? I didn't quite catch it."
Jaina summoned the Force, in a desperate bid to gain control over the muscles in her face, and indeed her whole body. As soon as the Force entered her body, Jaina knew she'd made a mistake. The Force suffused her cells, but not in the way she'd wanted.
Jaina screamed as her body spasmed, bulging with new mass. The Force energy only seemed to worsen her condition and warp her form more rapidly. Jaina was losing what shred of control she had, both physically and emotionally. With every pop and squelch of her mutating body, she felt increasingly violated. And bereft of the Force to aid her, fear indeed was beginning to overtake her.
Jaina fell onto her side and wrapped her arms around her midsection as she felt her robes grow painfully tight. The tears around her abdomen were growing wider as her spine began to lengthen, and it wasn't long before she found her stomach and lower back exposed to the sterile air of the station.
"Fascinating!" Yin exclaimed, withdrawing a villip and holding it close to the writhing Jedi. Instantly, the living communication device began to mimick Jaina's form and movements, recording both. "The serum seems capable of hijacking her magic and enhancing its natural properties."
"The Force makes it worse." Garr echoed, himself amazed with the result. "Remarkable."
Jaina trembled and whimpered, growing larger and longer with each passing moment. Rips opened up all over her robes as they strained to conceal her modesty. Her boots bulged as her feet swelled within, five indentations near the front pushing the brown leather to its limit. Pain twisted Jaina's features as she reached down to undo her boots, but found her mutating hands inadequate for the task.
A cruel and sinister idea came to Garr, and he smiled.
"Here, Jedi, let me help you." He spat derisively, aiming his palm at Jaina's boots and sending a wave of Force energy into her feet. Jaina cried out as her normally size nine feet expanded rapidly, the serum there feeding off Garr's gentle Force blast. He maintained the flow of energy, and Jaina's feet just kept growing. One-by-one, each of her toes tore through the thick leather of her boots. Her toenails, like the toes they were attached to, seemed to lengthen and thicken in spurts, as if in rhythm with the pulsing Force energy. More and more pale flesh began to spill out as the tears in her boots continued to grow. Jaina twisted and shook on the floor as her burning toes made contact with the cold durasteel under her, causing them to involuntarily curl and click against the metal.
Garr laughed uproariously as he watched Jaina's soles emerge from her ruined boots, the bones within reshaping painfully and causing her feet to stretch longer.
"Absolutely incredible!" Garr roared, marveling over the power he held over Jaina even as he retracted his hand. "Yin, perhaps you are worth more alive."
"Master Garr?" Yin cocked an eyebrow.
Garr did not deign to reply. He simply starred at Jaina, savoring the expression of unmitigated anguish he saw on her face. She was still growing and changing, but without the influx of Force energy, the rate had slowed considerably. The serum was working splendidly all the same. Garr guessed that if she were to stand at her full height now, she'd be well over 3 meters tall. Her robes were torn into two pieces; one tattered piece was just beginning to rise over her breasts. The other clung to her waist and legs in a losing battle. Her skin was still human, though it appeared rough and drying rapidly. And like her feet, her hands appeared to be enlarged versions of their normal selves. Both sported claws were more blunt than sharp.
Jaina's eyes flared open, and her stomach began to heave as she gasped in pain. For the past minute or so, an incredible urge to push had threatened to overtake her. Something was about to happen to her...in a very private area...and Jaina was fighting hard to keep that something from manifesting. Garr noticed her sudden flash of alarm in the Force, and immediately picked up on her surface thoughts.
"Now, now, it's going to happen at some point." Garr said, admonishing Jaina like a youngling. Anger burned through Jaina, and she fixed a scathing glare at Garr. Calmly, Garr raised his hand again and concentrated. Immediately, Jaina's glare began to weaken, before turning into wailing expression of torment and defeat. The lower half of Jaina's robes began to bulge outwards at the base of her spine. With each pulse of Force energy, the bulge seemed to grow fatter with a more defined tip. Jaina squirmed, unable to stop a breathy moan from escaping her lips as the fabric near her buttocks tore open, allowing a thick nub of pink flesh to slither forth.
Garr focused his attention on Jaina's proto-tail and flooded it with Force energy. Faster it grew, thickening and lengthening as it took shape. Jaina grunted and groaned as she began to push, the urge to facilitate the growth of her tail finally becoming too strong to resist. Between her efforts and Garr's, it wasn't long before Jaina's new tail slapped the floor, swishing from side-to-side in mild irritation. But Garr didn't let up this time. Instead, he brought up his still smoking stump and doubled the energy he was pouring into her.
"NOOOOOOOOOO!" Jaina cried, at last able to utter something. She could feel the tidal wave of force energy suffusing her, and it was driving her crazy. She hated losing at anything, and yet her she was, losing everything to this Sith. She wanted to fight back, to jam her lightsaber blade down his throat, but she just wasn't strong enough to resist. She was helpless, and nothing irked Jaina more than feeling vulnerable.
"Yessss." Garr breathed in reply, drowning the Jedi in the Force.
Yin eyed Jaina and noticed her changes accelerating exponentially. Looking back to Garr, he ventured a protest.
"Master Garr, perhaps we should observe the changes in her physiology in a more contro-"
"Shut up, Vong." Garr replied harshly, even as he relished the animalistic moans and growls beginning to emanate from Jaina. "I'm going to finish her, once and for all."
"Very well, Master Garr." Yin replied, subdued. He held no love for the Jedi girl. Her Order had played a major role in the destruction of his own. He merely mourned the lost opportunity to observe in greater detail. But for the moment, Garr was in charge of this little alliance. When that changed, however...
Jaina thrashed her head, almost as if in denial. She could feel the Force entering her, working with the serum to warp her body. Violently, her ribcage expanded, tearing the upper portion of her robe from her body and exposing her torso. Again, her chest heaved and exploded with growth. White, cone-like spikes began to jut through the skin all across her smooth back, growing sharper with each passing moment. More grew from the top of her skull, and just kept on growing.
Her buttocks swelled with fat and muscle, pushing the lower portion of her robe to the breaking point. Tears near the emergence point of her tail began to meet up with new tears forming over her hindquarters. Jaina shook as the changes washed over her sensitive area, making the strain on her robes even worse. She could feel everything shifting down below, and couldn't stop a shudder from rippling through her body. Finally her robes could take no more and fell from her scaly hide in tatters.
The remains of Jaina's boots fell to the deck plating below, her the flesh on her feet losing their softness and gaining a scaled appearance. The same was happening to the skin on her back, and near her breasts as they began to deflate and become absorbed by her expanding chest. As her skin grew tougher and harder, it began to sag near her sides with the extra weight. The pink tone vanished rapidly and was replaced by a dull greenish-yellow hue.
Jaina strained her neck, feeling it grow longer and denser. She opened her mouth to cry out, but rather than a shout of pain, something more like a strangled growl erupted from her throat as her vocal cords began to twist and change.
Jaina's jaw cracked just before her nose did the same. Plates of near-impenetrable armor began to form along the bridge of her nose and across her eyebrows. Her rich brown hair began to recede and shrink away back into their follicles. Her lips began to dry out and spilt, before becoming armored themselves. Against her will, they began to stretch themselves into a wide, animalistic grin. New rows of sharp and serrated teeth filled her maw, and a sticky saliva began to drip from her chin. Scales overwhelmed the last remains of her flesh and covered her face completely.
Garr intensified his concentration.
"Grow, my little Jedi." Garr encouraged, trying to stamp out any vestiges of resistance that might have been lingering in Jaina's mind. "Become the powerful beast. You can't stop it. It is the Will of the Force!"
Jaina's new form swelled larger, and larger, and larger. The durasteel below her began to creak and buckle as she grew. Yin glanced at the metallic installation warily.
"Master Garr, the subject is going to rupture this abomination you call a space station."
"Just a little more." Garr intoned, focusing everything he had on Jaina.
Surpassing nine meters, Jaina's size continued to expand. Deep depressions in the deck plating formed under her hands and feet. At nearly fourteen meters, her enormous tail began taking out control consoles and even threatened Garr and Yin at times, requiring the pair to duck and dodge. Finally, at twenty meters, Jaina's growth seemed to slow and come to a halt.
"The serum has run its course, Master Garr." Yin informed the Sith with a hiss. "I'm afraid your magic will have no further effect."
Garr starred at the towering Krayt Dragon that had once been the Sword of the Jedi, and allowed his hand and stump to fall.
"Pity." Garr sigh in resignation. "There's nothing like having total control over another life form."
"Overall, this appears to have been a success. And the Jeedai subject appears just as submissive towards us as the non-Jeedai." Yin smiled, genuinely pleased with the results. A troublesome thought entered his mind, however, and gave him pause. "Master Garr, if I may ask a question?"
"What?" Garr replied irritably.
"Master, while the station did indeed survive this particular experiment," Yin began, gathering his thoughts, "how exactly are we going to get the subject off the station?"
Garr gazed back up to one of Jaina's still brown eyes, and he stroked the fur on his chin thoughtfully.
"I think I know a way..." Garr replied. "What is of more importance, Yin, is your villip. Did it record the event?"
"Without fail, Master."
"Good. See that it reaches the Jedi Temple."