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Bzzzt! Electricity coursed through the slave's shock collar, causing the young Twi'lek to arch her back in pain. Once the jailor released the trigger, the blue-skinned alien needed a few moments to catch her breath, shaking her head. "Ouch! Give it a rest, will ya?"

Jailor Knash's voice was low and cold. "I'm gettin' my fill of fun while I still can, slave."

Then, the jailor finally noticed the menacing Sith warrior standing behind him. Malfius had no use for fools. This Knash will lose his life to a lightsaber in the back if he doesn't learn to be more attentive, he thought.

Knash turned and grumbled, "Ah, as if on cue, look who's back. Word is you might become Lord Baras's apprentice. Hrmph. Nice work, if you can get it."

You don't apply to be a Sith apprentice, fool. I earned my status. Malfius chose to hold his tongue, lest he lose his cool and slice the man in half where he was standing. Certainly the jailor's life was no match in value for his own, but wanton slaughter might draw the wrong kind of attention down upon Malfius. He was a pure-bred Sith, with vibrant red skin, craggy brow-horns, and jutting cheekbones, but his power in the force was still growing. No need to make an enemy of whichever Sith Lord was in charge of replacing foolish, human jailors.

His silence seemed to disturb Knash, who paused, then said, "So, I hear you'll be relieving me of this Twi'lek. She's a pain in the neck."

The young Twi'lek's blue head tentacles quivered. "Ha! Who's pain in the neck? _I'm_the one wearing the shock collar." Her hands were on her slender hips.

A spirited one, Malfius thought. He masked his pleasure. I will enjoy breaking her...

"Hrmph," Knash said. "Consider that a going away present. Seems you might be useful for something after all - this bruiser is taking you into the tomb where we caught you."

"None of you can figure out how to activate the tomb statues to open the forbidden cavern, huh? You got some kind of business in that secret Sith chamber, do you?"

Open a forbidden cavern, is it? The Sith appraised the Twi'lek with a new glint in his eye. She was certainly not the first Twi'lek slave to come into his possession, though she was far younger. And, Malfius suspected, a slave for a different reason. _Slaves are slaves,_Malfius decided. Fun would have to wait until after the Tomb of Naga Sadow, however.

Malfius spoke, his voice raw with the passion of the Sith. "Jailor, I think she needs a little more juice..."

"All right, one more for the road," the grizzled old man agreed. He thumbed the button to another delightful buzzing of electricity, muffled only by the Twi'lek's pained cries of agony.

"Agh! Enough!" she shrieked, grabbing her lekku. Those blue head-tails were among the most sensitive parts of a Twi'lek's body.

"Here, kid, take this shock control collar. I'll set it to a higher level. Use it enough, she'll show you the back door to her mother's house."

Malfius's veneer of calm faded as he glanced at the jailor. After scrutinizing the man for a few moments, the dark jedi concluded that the old man hadn't intended to speak euphemistically.

"I suppose I can play tomb tour guide. My name's Vette. A lot of work went into cracking that nut, but I did it once, I can do it again. So we're clear, I'm officially on strike when it comes to domestic duties."

Would this Vette never shut up? "Let's give this higher setting a test run," he growled, casually pressing the button. The crackling was loud to the point of annoyance, but Vette's desperate whimpers more than made up for it.

"Argh! Okay, that's worse! Stop!"

Malfius waited as the jailor released the slave from her cage. He watched his new acquisition appraisingly. Has she learned her lesson?

"I'll take you to the unlocking points throughout the tomb and then open the secret door for you. Just lead the way," she spat, making sure not to embellish.

Smiling, the Sith warrior simply said, "Good slave. Come along."

* * * * *

Apprentice Malfius leaned back against the smooth, metal chair, exhaling audibly. Naga Sadow's tomb had been nothing next to his power. The mission had been a complete success, and he was now officially the right hand of Lord Baras. He mused, the slave...Velle?...had proved a capable sniper, as well. When we arrive on Dromund Kaas, we shall see if she blasts Republic spies as eagerly as Sith acolytes.

The luxury shuttle was small, but well equipped. Lord Baras had spared no expense booking this flight, though Malfius itched to fly his own vessel. He scratched his brow-ridges impatiently. The trip would take over an hour, with nothing to do. Perhaps he would take over for the pilot and see what the best class shuttle in the Empire could do?

Suddenly, Malfius wrinkled his nose. The offending smell was coming from his left, where his slave stood, silently. He'd needed to administer a shock or two here and there, but it seemed his Twi'lek slave had finally realized she was not to speak unless spoken to. Scoffing, Malfius said, "You, slave. How long were you in that cage?"

Clearing her throat, the young Twi'lek said, "Five weeks." When Malfius's finger went to the button, she quickly spurted, "...my lord."

"Good slave," the Sith warrior smiled. "This flight will take some time. Enter the washroom and take a shower. I want to know if there is a person under all that dirt and sweat."

Vette blinked, her face betraying her eagerness.

"But what about the shock collar?" she asked.

Malfius said, "Remember my mercy, next time you think to disobey me. Come here and I will remove your collar."

She answered his call instantly, kneeling in front of her reclining Sith master. The collar instantly recognized his fingerprints, unlatching from the slave's neck. "Go," he said simply.

She walked quickly, then slowed, wary. But Malfius said nothing as the Twi'lek finally entered the washroom. The door slid closed with a mechanical whirr.

Pressing the comlink, Malfius contacted the pilot. "Pilot, redirect my holo to show me the washroom."

The officer's voice was shocked. "But sir, there is a passenger in there!"

Tone rising, the Sith warrior said, "I am your lord, and you will do as I say."

"Yes, my lord."

The holotable lit up with a faint blue glow, showing Vette in the washroom, alone. Malfius leaned back, watching as the young, nubile Twi'lek began to remove her dirty clothes. Do with her as you wish, Lord Baras had said. The Sith's throat rumbled softly as he continued to watch.

She was nothing like the well-trained Twi'lek sex slaves of their homeworld, Ryloth. Those women couldn't scratch their armpits without looking seductive. This girl moved with a grace born from efficiency. Every move was quick and functional, from the way she kicked off her boots to her eyes scanning the washroom just like she'd scoped out every nook and cranny in the Tomb of Naga Sadow. The only thought she took as she disrobed was to place her twin blasters leaning up against the wall as close to the shower as she could risk.

Not feeling safe, he mused.

Then she undid the straps that held her breasts tight to her chest, dumping the cloth to the floor. She slid her hands up to the metal tiara she wore, dropping it onto her shirt. While she used her nimble fingers to unfasten the strap around her waist, she turned away from the viewfinder.

Malfius had been hoping to see something. Oh well, that's what holograms are for, he thought, reaching over to the controls and spinning the image until he was looking straight at the young woman's half-naked body. Her breasts pointed upward slightly, with lighter blue areolas, smooth, but a little small for his liking. They barely jiggled, which was probably practical for a snivelling little thief. He admired the rows of dark, black stripes that descended her head-tails, zooming in on the cleft between the two - the most sensitive spot on the most sensitive part of a Twi'lek's body.

Now, however, she was sliding her tight, tan pants off of her body, and Malfius didn't want to miss this. He swivelled the camera until he was zoomed at her smooth, blue midriff, holding his breath as the band slid down. True to her fashion, she tucked her thumbs into both the pants and her underwear, not wasting the motion. Malfius watched eagerly as inch after inch of her body was revealed. She was smooth and hairless, even as the cloth slid down her crotch. Soon, he had a beautiful view of Velle's cleft, similar to a female Sith's (or a human), except that the thin opening was housed in a soft, protruding mound, not entirely unlike her stubby ear cones. He could only grin at the sight of it - she was still tight and sealed, proof of her virginity. Even better, the smooth, blue mound was swollen and slightly reddish.

He stood as the slave walked, naked, into the shower, sparing a glance for the way her lekku swayed in exaggerated imitation of her tight, round butt. He paused at the door to the bathroom, using the force to better hear the running water. He couldn't fully sense he - he'd never specialized in that aspect of the force, but he knew she wasn't actually bathing yet, without even glancing at the holotable. She was crouched in the shower, pointing the blaster pistols at the door.

Clever girl, he realized. Not that it mattered. Even if she could somehow kill Malfius, she'd be unable to access the cockpit before an emergency landing. She would know this, of course. Either she'd rather die for murder than follow the Sith, or she knew what was about to happen and couldn't allow herself to be a passive victim.

Either way, he was pleased.

He could feel how tempting the running water was. He kept his eyes closed, waiting until the time was right. Her willpower impressed him yet again - she stayed there for almost five minutes before she decided that her fears were unfounded. Slowly, carefully, she lowered the weapons to the floor, still within arm's reach, and inched toward the water.

She never got there. With a press of a button, Malfius launched the door open. The slave rolled for the weapons, instantly back on her guard, but she was too slow. With one hand up, Malfius willed the guns through the air. He didn't bother to catch the deadly toys, letting them fly past him and _thunk_harmlessly against the wall. The girl crouched there, eyes wide as the only thing that could have made her competative with the Sith Lord vanished.

He stepped forward and closed the door behind him.