Star Wars - Series Fan Fiction ❯ A Sight Through Diffrent Eyes ❯ Dathosian Conspiracy (Part 1) ( Chapter 5 )

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Chapter 5- Dathosian Conspiracy

 

She stood before him in a tight dress that clung to her curves almost like a second skin. Her cerulean flesh shined with a wetness that he could not originate. He looked at her hungrily. He wanted her body more than anything he had ever known.

 

“Bane take me…” She whispered. Her hazel eyes flashed in the dim light and suddenly they were kissing.

 

Her mouth was wet and sweet. He gripped her rear and she moaned into his mouth her hands clutched his chest. He was naked he realized. His muscular form shined with what was assumedly sweat. All he could do was kiss her. She filled his senses. The taste of her was more intoxicating than any drink. Her moans echoed within his head enticing and driving him.

 

Her hand went to his cock. Her eyes widened at the site in her blue hands. She smiled and began jerking on the hardened member quickly.

 

“Aayla…” he moaned. He grabbed the straps of her dress and with one quick tear it fell off of her body. She stood before him nude.

 

She was muscular and her toned body was perfect. Her breasts heaved with aroused pants and her crotch was wet from his view. Her blue skin was unblemished and perfect. His eyes feasted on what she presented him as she stood back and looked at him like a whore in heat.

 

“Fuck me Bane.”

 

He grabbed her and threw her to the ground. She spread her legs gleefully. She moaned as he ran the head of his cock over her dripping slit. She kissed him again. Their tongues toyed with each other as he drew himself back and prepared to slam himself into her. She looked up at him serenely and spoke calmly.

 

“Wake up Bane…”

 

Bane awoke in his thrice damned cell staring at the ceiling. His cock ached within his pants. He groaned. Another dream. As if the torture and talks with Veaok weren't bad enough! He thought irritably.

 

He sat up and swung his legs off his bench of a bed and hung his head in his hands. His body ached with uncounted amounts of pain. Narros had been going to town on him in the past few days. To the extent that Bane wondered if Narros was having inner trouble with Ziezsha and Veaok.

 

He stood and stretched. He would not let himself give in to the temptations of Ziezsha and Veaok, nor would he break under Narros's brutality. He began to do pushups. He concentrated in a meditative state as his body screamed at him to stop. He did not.

 

He was dripping sweat and panting when his cell door opened. A soldier walked in with his meal. The man dropped it on bench on which Bane's feet were propped up on. The soldier stopped at the door and glanced back.

 

“You are Jedi, yes?”

 

Bane stopped and stood with a painful groan. He looked at the man and wiped sweat from his face. “I am no Jedi.”

 

The man shrugged. “I thought you may want to know that Lord Veaok has been buzzing about a rescue of some kind. I assumed he meant you.”

 

Bane studied the man. He knew Veaok had been surveying his exploits through the Force, namely in reaching Aayla. But when Veaok had finally broken a barrier and saw how much Bane had cared for the Twi'lek Veaok had reacted in kind. He started making threats. To the best of his knowledge Veaok would have no idea about the hopeful rescue.

 

“Why are you telling me this?”

 

The soldier shrugged and threw a look over his shoulder to the open cell door. “I thought you may want to know.”

 

Bane nodded. “Tell me soldier, why are you acting so rebellious?”

 

“Isn't it obvious?” The soldier asked quietly. “Veaok and those other two rule Dathos. I want them off.” He motioned at the armor. “I've seen them kill families because they could not pay the monthly fee of living here.” He moved closer and removed his hood. He was a handsome dark skinned man. His teeth were like ivory and his face was a mask of anger and sadness. “You may not call yourself Jedi but I have seen how they treat you. You must have done something to anger them.”

 

Bane snorted and spoke sarcastically. “You don't even know how long they've wanted me dead.”

 

The man nodded. “Then we should be allies.”

 

Bane sighed. “I don't know what good I'll be to you. I can hardly finish my exercises before giving into the pain.” The man nodded a sad look in his eyes. Bane thought of all the people he had seen murdered by the trio. He thought about what they would do to Aayla if they caught her. His mind was settled. “I'll help you.”

 

The soldier smiled. “Thank you.”

 

Bane waved it away. “I'll help, but I don't know what I could possibly do.”

 

The soldier let out a small chuckle. “I can meet this supposed rescue that Lord Veaok speaks of and form a plan with them.” He looked at Bane. “You just need to stay alive.”

 

“Why?”

 

The man shrugged. “Veaok won't notice anything while he still has you. The small group I've organized has been operating since before you arrived here and there has been no resistance to our movements since you arrived. They are much to obsessed with your presence.”

 

Bane nodded. “They don't want to kill me quite yet. If my comrades reach here fast enough I may not end up a thrall at the feet of Veaok.”

 

The man laughed. “Agreed.” He scratched his chin. “My group can meet them at the single jump point in this system. I'll need to know a date.” He looked at Bane once more his dark eyes shining. “I will help you break free if you will help me free the community that once thrived here.”

 

Bane held out a bruised hand. “I am Bane Atammar.”

 

The rebel leader grasped him about the forearm. “My name is Ebbin Fe'Shod.” He stood. “When will they arrive do you think?”

 

Bane thought back to the flash he had of her last. “A few days at most.” He glanced at the door and muttered lowly. “Send out broadcasts for a ship called The Mistress. Enter contact code alpha zeta minor 3900785-17145. Broadcast it low on a smuggling frequency.”

 

Ebbin Fe'Shod began to walk out and whispered back. “I will contact them from our ship.” He smiled. “My crew will be waiting for them.”

 

Later that day.

 

Bane coughed out blood and watched it spatter and glisten on the floor of the torture room. Narros laughed. Another blow came down upon his back and he fell to the floor all breath gone. A foot rolled him onto his back. The black ringed eyes of Narros came into his view.

 

“Bane you have killed many of my past fellow apprentices.” A rough hand moved his head from side to side. “But you never killed me.” He leaned in and smiled his serrated teeth glistening. “How does it feel to know that I will be the one to murder you?”

 

Bane coughed in response and rolled on to his side and painfully began to push himself up. Narros laughed loudly.

 

“This is why I always had a certain amount of respect for you Bane Atammar. You just never give up.” He spat. “Unlike that bitch Ziezsha.”

 

Bane coughed and wiped his mouth. He had noticed that Narros would begin to lighten his blows and rant about his master and his fellow apprentice instead of attacking his prisoner. He had every intention in exploiting it. “I always wondered why you have not been given the gift of being a Lord.” He took a deep painful breath. “Ziezsha is so new I'm sure you could dominate her.”

 

Narros growled and punched Bane across the face. Blood spattered on the floor. “Keep your deceptive tongue in your head scum.”

 

Bane looked up. He knew that he had planted the seed now he just needed to water it. “All I'm saying is that I think she is weak. That's all.”

 

Narros looked at him hatefully. His mind was clearly trying to see through the words Bane said. “Why do you speak so?”

 

Bane leaned against the wall. “Because I believe you are the one Veaok should have chose for his right hand.” He coughed again. “I speak from a foe's view. You are the one to constantly take initiative, through all years I have tracked and chased your master. What does she ever do but down talk you and occasionally kill someone?”

 

Narros looked at him blankly. It surprised Bane, he was expecting a powerful kick or a punch. He had broken through to Narros. Narros rolled his sleeves down and went to the door. “Take the prisoner to Lord Veaok.” He turned back to Bane. “Keep your mouth shut about our conversation scum.”

 

The next day

 

Her tongue curled around his testicle sending shocks of pleasure up his spine. He shook as she gripped him and began to pump on his organ urging on his release. She looked up at him suddenly not on her knees sucking him off. She stood close to him her smell intoxicating him; she smiled sadly and stroked the side of his face.

 

“It is time to wake up Bane…”

 

He awoke.

 

“I am really getting sick and tired of this…” He muttered. His body had healed considerably. His torso still looked like a black and blue piece of beaten meat but the rest of him had healed. Narros had for their second session of the day before and the round of beatings from earlier that morning had not hit Bane but instead spoke to him. Bane was proud of the results. Narros had never been the strongest willed of people.

 

His door opened and Ebbin entered with his meal and a jug of water. The man set them down and backed up his hood hiding his face but a whisper reached Bane's ears.

 

“I have given the order to start broadcasting on whisper level. For the past several hours it has been broadcasted. We have not gotten an answer but we are still hopeful.”

 

Bane tasted his gunk for the day and grimaced and answered. “They'll come.” He looked at his food blankly. “It would take the entire Empire and every Sith in the Galaxy to stop them. Especially one…” He added quietly still spinning his spoon.

 

Ebbin left and Bane shoved his food to the side of his bed and began doing his exercises. Despite his beatings and the horrible food he was actually quite healthy. His body ached in protest but he blocked it out. He kept his body in movement through it all. He knew Aayla was coming. He continued pushing his body forward. Sweat dripped off of his brow.

 

Within the next couple of days a battle would start. He wanted to be nothing more than prepared. He constantly kept his mind clear. He continued his exercises until he stood and began practicing his lightsaber forms. Minus his weapon, Ziezsha held that. He didn't know why she continued to taunt him with it. Each time she saw him she would yank it off of her belt and shake it. She was typically the one to take him to Narros for his daily beating session and was frankly, annoying.

 

He stepped back his torso coated in sweat. He grabbed the jug of water and began drinking it quickly. Ziezsha and her pale lipped sneer would be along shortly. If he didn't know better from her attitude she actually believed that she was the Mistress of the fort. This attitude had brought out Narros's hatred for the cruel female.

 

These facts made Bane even more apprehensive about the upcoming battle. Ziezsha held the loyalty of many of the ex-Imperial guards that situated the upper ranks of Veaoks private army. The mercenaries that had been hired and outfitted with Veaok's uniform with out a doubt held their loyalties to Narros and his money. It was going to turn into a war between the two power hungry Sith.

 

It had increasingly been getting more tense in the past few weeks according to Ebbin. Bane knew that Sith tended to kill each other over matters of power, to say the least he was not surprised. Chances were Veaok planned the entire confrontation with his two apprentices. Bane was positive that whether or not a rebellion began on the colony bloodshed would ensue within the next few days.

 

He heard his cell door open once more. He sighed as he lowered the jug. “How are you doing today Ziezsha?”

 

“Aren't you charming.”

 

He placed the jug on the bench and grabbed his shirt. “Just trying to bring a smile to those lips.” He turned around and she was spinning his lightsaber around in her hand. She looked up and smiled. It was typical. Bane was slightly offended that she thought him dumb enough to try and take the weapon.

 

“Why don't you try to take it today?” She let out a dark chuckle. “Maybe you will kill me.”

 

“Aw, and end this twisted little game?” He said innocently. “Not for the world.”

 

Ziezsha arched an eyebrow. “Bane just how long do you plan on keeping this up?”

 

He smiled. “Until I see your head on the ground.”

 

Ziezsha extended his lightsaber, its purple glow touching his features. “I hope you can try that from the after life.” She waved it, he did not blink. She eyed him then and ran a hand over her curves. “Or perhaps you want something a little more physical?” She let out an evil giggle. “I can give that to you.”

 

He pulled on his shirt. “So that's what gets you off? A death threat?” He moved forward her eyes narrowing. “I'm not against kinky but don't you think that's pushing the choking and whips a bit far?”

 

His lightsaber was turned off and she spat at his feet. “You are scum Atammar; not in your wildest fantasies could ever have me!”

 

Bane stared at his finger nails and said nonchalantly. “I wasn't asking. Now,” he motioned to the cell door. “are we going to go meet with your master?”

 

With a snarl Ziezsha spun on her heel and left the room with Bane following. They walked past the sitting guard outside the cell who was cleaning his blaster. He hardly glanced up as they past. Ziezsha was clearly angry, this pleased Bane. His efforts to try and spread discontent in Veaok's students was either working or they were getting more and more aggressive towards each other and others with each passing day just because they were corrupt. Bane preferred thinking that it was his doing.

 

Bane smiled as they walked. He had a feeling that things were going to get very heated within the next few days.

 

On board The Mistress.

 

Hadda's voice awoke Aayla from a fretful, sweat soaked, sleep. She sat up within Bane's bed a hand to her head. She had been plagued with dreams of torture and a man fighting thousands of foes. She knew who the man was, it was painfully clear.

 

Bane's quarters were with out a doubt able to fit two people. His bed had enough room for three to sleep in. His closet was sparsely filled with several different outfits and a spare pair of boots. On the desk an odd piece of twisted metallic art sat with several blaster pieces. Aayla wanted to laugh at the simplicity that Bane lived with. He really had been on the hunt for years. He hardly owned a thing.

 

She sat up in her small cloths, a soft top and panties, and felt her heart rate decrease. She got out of bed and switched on the light. She found her pants, top, and removed her sleeping top. The air touched her skin with its whispering breath and quickly pulled her top on. After tightening her pants and pulling on her boots she moved to Hadda's voice. He sat within the cockpit next to a tired Tivia.

 

They glanced back and Hadda spoke. “We just picked up a broadcast directed only to us.”

 

Aayla nodded. “What did it say?”

 

Tivia stood. “I'm going to hit the sack.” She stumbled past Aayla with a yawn.

 

Hadda hit a replay button. “Listen.”

 

“Contacting the ship The Mistress.”

 

There was a pause.

 

“If you can hear this then come to the Dathos System. We know the where abouts of a friend of yours is and would like to aid you.”

 

Aayla broke the silence. “It has to be Veaok setting a trap.”

 

Hadda nodded. “That's what Tivia thought but keep listening.”

 

“We are a small resistance force who have been trying to remove the one you call Veaok for the past four years from our colony. Please meet us in-system we will be waiting. Contacting the ship The Mistress…”

 

With that the message ended

 

Hadda leaned back. “What do you think?”

 

Aayla stood back her lekku twitched matching her mood. “I don't trust it.” She sat down and turned to Hadda. “What about you?”

 

Hadda shrugged. “I say we meet with them.”

 

Aayla checked several dials on the control panel. “We could arrive and meet an entire Imperial fleet.”

 

Hadda chuckled. “I hate to say this but even Veaok doesn't have that kind of influence and power.” He checked the Navigation computer. “Regardless we will be meeting them within the next eight hours.” He looked at her. “It's your choice how we will enter the system.”

 

Aayla sighed. “What do you mean?”

 

“You know, guns blazing or a diplomatic approach.”

 

Aayla tapped her fingers on her knee. “Hadda we have to go in diplomatically.” She smiled. “We will be a lost spice trader on our way back to Coruscant.” She stopped tapping her leg. “Hadda keep all weapon systems on full power. If we do meet anyone I want us to be prepared.”

 

Hadda nodded and looked out of the cockpit. “The next few days are going to be very interesting.”

 

“We have a hard fight ahead of us, yes.”

 

Hadda rubbed his eyes. “We don't even know where Bane is on the colony.”

 

“I know.”

 

Hadda continued. “We had a plan for the Imperial Base. We don't have a plan this time.”

 

“Not yet.”

 

Hadda checked the engine status. “And we are going to go meet an envoy that could possibly be a Sith set up.”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Sounds fun.”

 

The radio crackled and a broadcast came through.

 

“Contacting The Mistress. Come in Mistress.”

 

Hadda hit the communicator. “This is The Mistress.”

 

Aayla waited for a response. She looked at Hadda. He shrugged. It crackled once more.

 

“Bane Atammar's ship, The Mistress?”

 

Hadda hit the button. “We prefer our ship.”

 

Aayla grabbed the communicator with a shake of her head. “Yes this is The Mistress.”

 

Hadda leaned back with a fake look of disgruntlement and muttered. “I'm just saying that it should be our ship.”

 

“This is Captain De'Shoda of the Conqueror. We know where Captain Atammar is being held. We must meet once you reach Dathos System.”

 

Aayla bit her lip. The thought of the meeting was not a good one. It was very likely a trap. She thumbed the communicator button. “We will meet with you but we should let you know that we are spice traders.”

 

“We shall meet with you once you reach Dathos.”

 

Hadda let out a breath. “I don't like this at all.”

 

Aayla rubbed her forehead. “Hadda we have to meet them. Even if they are Veaok's men.”

 

Hadda nodded. “I know. We meet them armed though.”

 

She nodded. “Agreed. They make a single move we will fight them and then we will move on Veaok himself.”

 

Hadda stood. “I'm going to get some gear ready.”

 

Aayla stared out of the cockpit. Paranoia was not a pleasant feeling. She closed her eyes and let her mind relax. She found a place within her that was not filled with anxiety and fear. She let herself meditate while The Mistress hurtled through space.

 

On board The Mistress the next day.

 

“Well, they want to board us.” Tivia said.

 

Aayla nodded. “Tell them our hold is open to them.” She turned to Hadda. “Get Spice Tea prepared for the guests. We must appear professional.”

 

“Do you even know how to make tea?” Tivia asked.

 

“I might poison yours now.” Hadda muttered. “Making tea! Me!” he walked out grumbling about pushy women and how he should find a new job or new friends; or possibly both.

 

Tivia thumbed the communicator. “Conqueror you are welcome for entry. Approach our hold.” She turned around and faced Aayla. “I hope we aren't about to welcome an armed party into our home.”

 

Aayla straightened her jacket and checked her blaster and lightsaber. She responded without looking up. “If they make a single aggressive move,” She looked up, her hazel eyes flashing. “We will kill them.”

 

Tivia tightened her blaster to her thigh and stood. The confirmation of the visitors in the hold rang out. “I'm going to go to the hold and get ready.”

Aayla nodded and followed. They found Hadda brewing a large container of Felucian Spice Tea. Aayla glanced at him.

 

“Come to the hold. They have arrived.” He followed them with out a word.

 

Tivia opened the doors that led down to the hold and entered. Within the large chamber metallic stairs led to the ground floor. In the center of the adjacent wall two men stood next to the outside entry hatch to the hold, neither were armed. They looked up as the three entered the room.

 

“Welcome to The Mistress.” Tivia said as they reached the ground floor. “May I ask your names?”

 

A dark skinned man bowed deeply. “I am Ebbin Fe'Shod and this is my comrade, Captain De'Shoda.” He looked up. “We are here to seek an audience.”

 

Tivia motioned. “Please enter.”

 

Several moments later they all sat within the kitchen drinking tea. Aayla watched the guests speak pleasantries. That was when Hadda placed his cup down and leaned forward.

 

“Where is Bane?”

 

Ebbin held up a hand. “Steady friend. I have been on guard duty to his cell for days. We have discussed an escape with his knowledge of your coming. He has agreed to help free Dathos Secundus.” He looked into his cup. “If you wish our assistance then we will need your help.”

 

Aayla spoke emotionlessly. “How do we know you are not an agent of Veaoks trying to set us up?” She smiled. “Why should we even remotely trust you?”

 

De'Shoda spoke up. “Because we have watched forty eight families, be murdered for no other reason than being poor.” De'Shoda was an attractive man with almond shaped eyes and a long scar down one side of his face.

 

Ebbin nodded. “Bane has sworn to help us.” He smiled sadly. “He has sworn to help us avenge those unjustly murdered and now he goes through a painful torture routine every day.”

 

Aayla looked at the two and probed them with the Force. She searched as best she could through their minds. She could find no lies that had been told, nor could she find any Sith loyalties. She looked to her comrades. “They are not lying.”

 

Tivia looked at Hadda and he nodded. “We accept this then.”

 

Aayla turned to the two rebels. “What is the plan?”

 

Ebbin smiled widely. “Good. You will come with us. You will dock your ship at an abandoned yard on the far side of Dathos Secundus and you will come with us into the colony.” He took a sip of his tea. “You will disguise yourselves as engineers going into the fortress to process repairs. We will start an attack from the inside. Within several hours we will have rescued Bane and overthrown Veaok.”

 

Hadda finished his tea and laughed. “This is going to be interesting.”

 

Aayla stood her mind already on the coming fight. “We should leave for Dathos immediately.” Ebbin stood and she shook the hands of both men. “I have only one question.”

 

Ebbin looked her in the eyes. “What is it?”

 

She smiled her eyes flashing. “When do we attack?”

 

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Thanks for reading. Chapter 6 is being thought up while I try to balance out the finishing steps of a novel rough draft and begin searching for editors and a publisher. It could take a little while but expect an update.

 

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