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Mind Games	By : Darksaviour03 Category: Star Wars (All) > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2909 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Two

I.

Nine months and change had passed since their separation when Adaki had finally landed on Alderaan. He had hoped to be done with that world after his most recent sojourn into Castle Panteer to rid the planet of its impostor king.

He had remembered how his companion acted when he relieved the former ruler's lower torso from his upper. The other man begged, pleading pathetically for his life. In the end, Adaki did not really care about the gold that the other promised. Adaki cherished the screams as his saber descended into the flesh of his enemy. Oh, he thought, how she protested the injustice. Yet, there was something lurking deep in her gaze that she kept hidden from everyone.

Cipher Agent 18, or Prescost as he affectionately called her, had a darker side inside of her. She would protest his frank observance. In fact, she would tell him that he was imagining things that weren't there. Still, Adaki mused, it did not stop the sparkle in her eyes when he slaughtered someone needlessly.

Reaching his hand up, he stroked his chin. It wouldn't bother him in the slightest to see the planet reduced to an asteroid field. After all, it was where Prescost met him, the other man. Adaki didn't know what she saw in her friend. Yes, he was helpful in her mission.

Growling lowly, his lips peeled from his upper gums. Several mottled teeth appeared from inside. The left corner of his upper lip twitched as if it were a slug writhing from salt being poured onto it. Despite all his precautions, he was brought back to the cold, snowy peaks and killik infested marshes.

Around the table with the large, bulbous, metallic intercom embedded into it, his two companions sat. He knew the ancient dashade disapproved of him being there. The ancient being's large talons crossed before his cerulean and sanguine chest.

“I'm going alone,” he told them. “I will hear no protests on that issue.”

“Do you even have any idea where she might be?” the pirate drawled.

Fury spiked inside of the man. Becoming blind to his purpose slightly by the other man's comment, he narrowed his gaze at his friend.

“Or are you just going to wander around the planet aimlessly?”

“A Sith is never aimless,” Adaki responded as if he was a predator and someone had just poked him with a stick. “I know where she is. She's with that bug-man. He took her back to his hive. I can feel it.”

II.

You will need to go to Taris, the voice echoed inside of her head. She didn't know how he implanted himself inside of her. The only thing that she knew was this man was not alive. Prescost had seen him die personally. She was the cause of his destruction.

She shifted her gaze to the small creature in her arms. Six grueling months had resulted in this little creature in her arms. Her daughter was the smallest infant that she had ever seen. At her birth, the child's crimson skin was covered with light, soft hair. In fact, she could not even open her eyes. Her eyelids were fused shut like a docking door.

Guilt ate at the woman's stomach as agonizing heat flushed in her cheeks. Prescost knew her child's early appearance was her own fault. She had been worried after she was responsible for the deaths of thousands . . . No! Her mind screamed at her. It could have been the deaths of millions of the Empire's citizens. It was a product of terrorism, but she could not deny that it left a mark on her.

Prescost was quickly tiring of everything. She was exhausted of the politics of the Empire, the cruelty of the Republic, and the duplicity of Imperial Intelligence. Endless time spanned before her, and, in her young life, she was tired of the world around her.

The only worthwhile thing in her life was this tiny person. All of the medical droids in the city had said that her daughter would die within two weeks. They had forsaken her as if she had single-handily destroyed the emperor and the Empire in one fiery act.

In truth, if it was not for her father's heritage, the young zabrak would have died. Their race possessed two hearts. Without the additional one, she would have never made it. It would seem like Adaki was protecting both of his girls from beyond.

“I know,” she told the whispers of the past. It was true. She didn't know how much longer she could withstand the call underneath her flesh. It urged her to travel to Taris, and she could not disobey.

Prescost wanted to scratch out the implant and leave it in a bloody mess on the floor. Many violent images crossed her mind on how to remove the simple device, and none of them would come true. It would seem like her enemies had been planning for that, too.

They will not wait. Their kind never do.

Lowering her arm, she caressed one of the small nubs on the half-zabrak's head. She knew from her brief talk with Adaki that the tiny protrusions would develop into vestigial horns later in the other girl's life. Her head would be crowned with many of them. It spoke of her father's lineage.

Grief sparked inside of her and ignited like lightning crackling from his fingertips. Because her child came early, she did not allow herself to grieve. She bottled up the emotions. There were times when the pain came over her and hurt her, cutting her like the vicious beam of his saber.

Tears threatened to spill from her cheek onto the face of her precious offspring. Her chest tightened as if she had been thrust into a tomb. The musty air surrounded her, constricting and coiling around the young girl and her mother.

The agent stilled, feeling a sensation come over her. She was never force sensitive. Prescost knew she was completely opposite of what a force sensitive was. It was one of the reasons she always wondered what Adaki was doing with her.

By experience, she understood a few things about Sith. A high ranking Sith almost never married for love. She was convinced that emotion did not exist for them. Every single action that they took was because they lusted for power. To couple and produce a child with a person who was not force sensitive would be diluting his power-base.

She remembered what he had once said about when he would get an apprentice. He had implied that he would try to kill him or her, repeatedly, to make them stronger. Then, if they survived long enough, they would gain enough strength, and they would kill him. It was then that she had declared all Sith as insane. Which he responded with, that it was what it was and the weak were not suffered to live.

With Adaki, it was different. She seemed to know where he was or when he had landed on a planet. If she had knew couples who had been together for quite some time, she would have known that it was like that with a rare bonding. Prescost couldn't deny that she felt a connection with the zabrak male. It had started with her as his slave and her foolish mission.

III.

“Vector,” she called to her friend, the Dawn Herald, as she strode into the former throne room of the previous rogue noble family.

The tiny creature in her arms squirmed. Her tiny lips puckered in a grimace, reminiscent of her father.

Longing shot through Prescost, forcing her to remember her brief lover. She didn't know how he would react to the news that he was a father. If he was on the planet (if he was alive), he would surely be searching for her.

“We live to serve.”

“Despite my best sources telling me different, Adaki's alive. No, I can't explain it, my friend. I know he is.”

Vector didn't say anything. He and the hive was contemplating what she said. Her time with the killiks had taught her what a diverse species they were. Like humanity, there were peaceful ones and not so peaceful ones. Some hives forced others to join; others, did not.

“He is searching for me. I know, he knows that I am here. It's the most logical conclusion. How he found me, I don't.”

Other creatures, killik larva, scurried around the room, leaving thick, clear mucus in their wake. She made a mental note to keep her child away from the unsanitary conditions.

“He won't storm the nest. Yet. There is no need to. I know how he works. He will scout out the best defenses, seeing our weaknesses. Then, he will strike. To protect the nest, and her, I will give him what he wants. Me.”

“What is it you need of us?” Vector asked, taking the only thing that mattered to Prescost, Adaki and her child. He cradled the small infant in his arms. Her child, Kyic of the Oroburo nest, would become a symbol of union.

“I need two things. I need to know that he is indeed alive and I need recon on him. Knowing what he is capable of, I will not go blindly out to meet my former lover. Send the scouts out; shadow him. Above all, protect her.”
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