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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 Three

I.

Adaki could sense the killiks following him. He hadn't seen them. When the insects didn't want to be found, they were increasingly difficult to track. Any lesser man wouldn't have been able to detect them, but Adaki was anything but a lesser man. The Sith could feel the disturbance of their presence, and he could sense them communicating. It spoke volumes to him that they did not attack him yet.

At once, he knew they were sent from Vector's nest. The bug-man had no reason but one to be spying on him. He could only make two conclusions from that simple fact. They had joined Prescost, and they were feeling out his weaknesses.

As her lover, Prescost belonged to him. Even though their relationship was started by her ruse, the simple fact was that it progressed more than that. He cared for her.

Adaki snarled, and his dark lips pulled upwards. Caring for someone was a very strange feeling for him. If he were to be honest with him, the truth of it was that he cared for Prescost more than he cared about anyone else. He hadn't really cared about anyone before her. She was the only one whose death would affect him.

Because of the rare emotions she ignited in him, he would possessively claim her until she or he died. He would cut down any man who would challenge his claim of her. Wrath spiked inside of him again, and the fury ebbed and flowed like waves against a shoreline.

Upon meeting Vector, he could sense the other man coveted Adaki's ownership over Prescost. He should have dealt with it at the time. If he had listened to his gut, Vector would be lying dead many months ago.

However, he listened to the agent's pleas. Adaki realized long ago that she created a complex conundrum inside of him. She was both his strength and his weakness. At the time, he would have done anything to please her. He was a foolish man, then.

If Vector did not send them out, Prescost did. Though he couldn't help but notice the depth of her awareness of his presence, he didn't like to be followed. He wondered how she knew when he had arrived on the planet. Adaki knew she was not force-sensitive. Even if she was, she did not receive the depth of training as he did.

He shook his head. Because he needed to find her, he was wasting his time foolishly by thinking of how she knew he was there. She sensed his arrival. That was that, he thought. There was no use debating the intricacies of Prescost's thoughts. Even to him, the woman was an enigma.

Lifting his arm, he waved his right hand in a half-circle before his face. His fingertips twitched in anticipation as he moved. The Force washed over him as if it were lava flowing over his body, cleansing his presence.

Feeling confident, he knew he would not be seen, heard, or smelled. It was the culmination of years of rigorous training in the ways of the Force. While he was a quick student, it took some time to be adept at the art of hiding oneself from the enemy.

Enemy, he thought, grimly. Was that what it had come to with the only woman in the galaxy he wanted? He seethed at the thought of Prescost being someone who wanted to kill him. It did not matter to him what she wanted. Even if he had to drag her by her dark hair, she would return to his side. Still, he wanted to catch Prescost by surprise, even if she knew he was coming.

Finally, he came to the entrance to the cave where she had first contacted Vector.

A few killiks stood guard, holding whatever weapon that they managed to liberate off of the Cortess grounds. Two held blaster rifles; the other two, pistols. One leaned against a long, vibro-staff. It would seem that Prescost had them well equipped and able to kill Jedi. Or, his mind reminded him, viciously, a wandering Sith.

The insects paid him no mind as he walked into the tunnel. He smiled grimly to himself as he walked silently into the darkness. Feeling her presence, he knew Prescost was closed by. Yet, there was something else, an elusive presence that he never felt before. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he felt a kinship with that other presence.

II.

The Imperial Agent stood in the throne room. A frown enveloped her features. While her profession thrived on conflict, the woman hated it. It brought back memories that were better off buried.

“Burr Gurrk Burr,” the ant-man told Vector. She presumed he was relating what news they had of Adaki. Prescost knew that the Sith would make it hard for the killiks. He was single-minded when it came to something he wanted. It was one of the reasons she respected the man.

Kyic wailed in her arms. The tiny infant squirmed, sensing the crushing anxiety of her mother.

Dropping her gaze to the baby's face, she marveled at her sanguine skin. This child was the culmination of everything that she could give Adaki. Because of Kyric, she would forever be bound to the Sith. It truly was love that bound people together, she thought.

“Vector,” she spoke up, broken from the reverence of her child. Vector was one of only two people she trusted. Perhaps, she trusted him too much. During their time together, Adaki certainly thought so.

Her thoughts briefly centered around her lover. He would see their child as a weakness. She was suppose to die, but Prescost did everything in her power to prevent that. Any parent would do the same for their child, she reassured herself.

Although she did not want to admit it to be true, Adaki was Sith. He eliminated any failure in her lineage. She suppose it was because he had just found out where he came from. Yet, her dealings with Sith taught her the truth. Adaki would always be the way he was. He would always root out feebleness in an effort to crush it.

Would he go so far as to try to kill their daughter? She hated to think that he would, but the man was unpredictable. Kyic was the only person that would make Prescost attack her lover. The woman would protect the child with her life.

“Agent?” the Dawn Herald asked.

“Take Kyic to a safe place. I will need to determine Adaki's purpose before I let him know he has a child.”

III.

Adaki followed the winding cave through he heart of the mountain as it was honeycombed beneath. Iridescent light shown him the way, but he did not need it. The Force guided him where he needed to step. Larva squirmed, twisting grotesquely inside the golden walls. Bits of clear fluids oozed from the ceiling and dripped in a widening pool of goo on the ground.

He remembered from Prescost's time here that the Killiks had burrowed all the way to House Cortess when she had dealt with the rogue baroness. It was then that the agent had started to show her ruthless nature. Oh, she tried to hold it back, he thought. However, no matter how much she might suppress it, it still lurked there. It dawned on him that she was likely within the house.

Excitement spiked within him. He tried to do his best to crush the joyous feeling. There was an anxiety emitting from Prescost, and he did not know why. Adaki knew that their reunion would not be a good one. Yet, she would come with him by force if necessary.

He emerged from the darkness into the courtyard of the large estate. Killiks moved about busily, obvious to his present. Adaki was happy with it that way. Not doubting that Prescost knew that he was on the planet and that he was coming for her, he didn't want her to know just how close he was or when he would be getting there. That part of it would be a surprise, he knew, bleakly.

Creeping slowly into the throne room, he saw Prescost alone within. As he stared at her, a longing overcame him. He was not prepared for the emotion assaulting him with the strength of a juggernaut.

She had her back turned towards him. Dark hair curled around her neck, resting on her slender shoulders. Translucent cloth garbed her, hinting at the curves and planes of her body that he remembered in his dreams since their parting.

Anger welled up inside of him, shadowing the desire of rushing her. He knew who she dressed like that for. It certainly was not for him. It had to be for Vector. Once more, he wished that he had simply ended the other man's life.

“What are you doing here among the insects?” he asked loudly, announcing his presence while still keeping himself shrouded.
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