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Legends of Darkover	By : SWOTBWOT Category: Star Wars (All) > Crossovers Views: 3427 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Legends of Darkover
- 2-Chapter 2
- 3-Chapter 3
- 4-Chapter 4
- 5-Chapter 5
- 6-Chapter 6
- 7-Chapter 7
- 8-Chapter 8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 20-20
- 21-21
- 22-22
- 23-23
- 24-24
- 25-25
- 26-26
- 27-27
- 28-28
- 29-29 & The End
- 5
- 6
- 7
Chapter 6
-oOo-
As the Sith closed in Danilo flung himself aside, only to be frozen in one spot by the other's laran. Xiphos appeared to have something like the Aillard gift, and Danilo could do nothing against it. The sash was tied roughly around his eyes. By this time, fright had thoroughly cleared Danilo's head.
“Pulse of three shots, random angles, two second intervals,” said Xiphos.
As Danilo wondered who the man was talking to, he saw the fire coming from the metal ball through Xiphos' eyes. It was crazy-awkward to reverse the image in his mind, scrambling fast enough to avoid the shots, yet he managed it.
The ball stopped firing, and Danilo could feel Xiphos' stare. The Sith picked up the vibroknife. For one second Danilo was in full panic, then he read the other's intent. This was almost as bad. Danilo tried to back away, but the Sith held him in place by Force command again. The vibroknife ripped open the neck of Danilo's leather tunic and shirt, and a hand clasped the velvet bag it found, giving it a slow, thoughtful squeeze. Even through the insulation Danilo could feel a burning heat like a flame held close to his skin, and terror throbbed through him. “You're not supposed to touch it. It will hurt you if you do,” he said desperately.
“And you too, very much so,” added Xiphos. He loosened the bag's drawstrings enough to glimpse the matrix inside. “A very slight sense of the Force comes from it. Rather peculiar that the others did not notice.” He tucked the bag back inside Danilo's shirt, and Danilo felt relief.
“You don't try to deflect the shots with your mind. Why is that?”
/Because I don't have the sort of laran that is useful for combat,/ thought Danilo irritably.
As if annoyed by his prisoner's silence, Xiphos suddenly blurted, “Fire constant, track target!”
Danilo flew. The only safe place was between Xiphos and the ball, so he dove behind the Sith. When Xiphos realized he was about to take friendly fire he yelled “Stop!” an instant too late. A bolt struck the Sith right in the forehead, burning a hole through his leather mask.
The apprentice held himself still under the starburst of pain. Danilo was too frightened to move. Having one's interrogator injured was always a bad situation.
Xiphos stepped towards him. Danilo read the intent and waited until the last second, whipping his head aside when Xiphos tried to punch him. The fist slammed into the wall and stayed pressed there.
Danilo mentally groaned. This was the absolute worst thing that could have happened. An invisible grip tightened around him. There was nothing he could do except brace himself. Xiphos' enraged punch hit the side of his face hard enough he spun around and fell to the floor. He landed awkwardly on his bound hands, seeing stars.
“Continue fire,” said Xiphos with satisfaction to the ball.
Danilo's body didn't want to move, but a primordial reflex born of his paxman ancestors made him throw himself aside. He felt too dizzy to keep his balance, yet somehow he was on his feet again, dodging the stream of bursts.
A guttural noise of frustration came from Xiphos, and the apprentice wiped away the trickle of blood from his forehead wound. As his hand passed over his eyes, his vision was briefly cut off.
Danilo yelped. He'd taken a shot in the left arm. His skin stung painfully under the scorch.
“Stop,” Xiphos barked at the ball. The Sith's mind lit up with heightened attention, then everything went dark in Danilo's mental vision as Xiphos covered his eyes again. “Pulse of three shots, different angles, two second intervals.”
Searing heat struck Danilo's collarbone, hip, and calf, and he cried out. How long was this going to last? Was the man insane?!
Mind sight returned. There was a very long silence. Danilo could feel the Sith's hand going to his utility belt, thumbing a control button there. A terrific shock leapt from the cuffs around his wrists, and Danilo blacked out.
Xiphos caught the boy's arm before he hit the floor. “You must be one damned good Force user if you can read my mind without my knowledge. It's very--insolent--to do this to a Sith. If the choice were mine, I'd kill you.”
Xiphos jerked his sash away from Danilo's eyes and let go. The boy struck the deck hard.
“However, Lord Plagueis is the one who makes the decisions.”
-oOo-
“What happened a thousand years ago?” said Regis to Qui-gon. “The Compact was established, banning all weapons save for knife and sword. No one was allowed to use distance weapons such as guns or blasters. To take a life you had to be willing to risk your own.”
“Your world once had blasters and guns?”
“We were a different people back then,” said Regis slowly.
“But what caused the creation of the Compact?” probed Qui-gon. “I assume something drastic must have happened.”
“May I ask why you are interested?” retorted Regis.
“The Sith are here to discover the same thing. Lord Plagueis thinks you have weapons that can finish the Jedi off permanently.”
“We once possessed matrix weapons that were developed for war,” said Regis. “They were either destroyed, or are under guard by our towers. We no longer have the ability to use them because the matrices that provide their power are too big for us to control. If the keeper loses control of the laran flow, it will kill her, and the other telepaths in the circle will be injured or killed as well. The bigger the matrix, the larger the circle you must have to operate it. But this only increases the odds that one of them will lose concentration at a critical moment.”
“I see,” said Qui-gon. “If you Darkovans can no longer use the large matrices, then maybe the Sith can't either. But what caused the creation of your Compact?”
“We had a war. Most of the old records no longer exist—if they were ever written in the first place--and nearly all traces of the convulsion have vanished. Almost all of our cities and towers were destroyed. You could say our . . . civilization fell. The old city by Lake Hali is one of the few visible remnants of the destruction, and it's now too dangerous to visit.”
“How powerful were these matrix weapons?” Qui-gon asked.
Regis ignored the question. “Surely the Sith did not travel all the way to Darkover just to root into our past?”
“They did,” Qui-gon replied. “They—and we--remember your war.”
“You remember?!” Regis asked in amazement. “How?”
“The conflict was felt all the way across the distance between our galaxies, and the memory of it was passed down.”
Regis tried not to gape. “Great distances can be traversed with laran, doors opening and shutting between worlds, but I must admit this is unexpected.”
“Dom Regis,” said Qui-gon. “This is very important. How strong were those weapons?”
“Your question affects the security of Darkover. I cannot answer.”
“Dom Regis.”
“No. I WILL NOT answer. Qui-gon Jinn, my laran says I can trust you, but I would not trust even my best friend with this information.”
“Caer Donn,” said Kirk suddenly. “The city burned down last year and no one knows how. It was destroyed by one of those old matrix weapons, wasn't it? It looks like your Compact has been broken, and recently, too. Any other matrices like that just lying around waiting to be picked up?”
Regis clenched his fists. “The Aldarans were responsible for the destruction of the city. They are not members of the Domains anymore, and have chosen to dwell outside the Compact. A small circle of half a dozen telepaths--ruffians actually, and nearly all untrained—tried to use an illegal matrix. They lost control of it. A keeper lost her life trying to shut down the matrix and a close friend of mine was badly injured when he tried to help her. That matrix cannot be used anymore. It was--” he tried to think of an analogy “--closed, and it is no longer on Darkover.”
“If a small circle of untrained telepaths could destroy a city, what could a full circle of trained telepaths do with one of the larger matrices?” Qui-gon asked.
Regis refused to reply.
“Could you at least give us an estimate?” prompted Kirk.
Qui-gon raised his hand to his chin. He was studying Regis closely. “The Force gives me the vision of a moon,” he said softly, “inching from its proper orbit, until the invisible grip releases and leaves the moon alone.”
“Is that true?” Kirk asked Regis sharply. “A large matrix can pull a moon out of its orbit? Can they do more than that?”
Regis did not answer. Kirk looked at Qui-gon, who only gazed back mildly.
“Well, damn,” said McCoy. “You can be a Federation member for a century and still have a few hidden surprises, it seems. The Presidio isn't going to be happy to hear about this.”
“The important point,” said Kirk, “is whether the Sith can find any of these big matrices. Where do they need to look? Inside your towers?”
Reluctantly, Regis answered. “Our towers are well-protected. A non-telepath would die trying to pass through their protective veils. Heavy protections have been placed around all the other known large stones, deadly even to telepaths. The difficulty is that there may be leftover matrices inside the Forbidden City. It was the stronghold of Sicul Alton and the center of his workshops. We have always relied on the lingering radioactivity to keep the curious away from there. Until the arrival of the Terranan we lacked radiation shields.”
“Who was Sicul Alton?” Spock asked. “There is no reference to him in any history of the Compact.”
“The history remembered in the towers, and the history told to the people are two different things.” Regis shrugged. “Alton was thought to be half-chieri, and he was one of the most renowned inventors and matrix scientists of his era. In those days there was a reviled cult of dark matrix mechanics who worshiped Zandru, the Lord of the Seven Hells. These men based their cult around a temple in the old city of Hali, and Sicul was their chief priest. He built the Tower of Hells as his personal workshop, and he was the discoverer of the science of the trap matrix. A trap matrix functions somewhat opposite a normal matrix. It's like a laran black hole. It sucks your mind and laran right into it, and the person who set up the trap can control you completely. But Alton made a further discovery. He realized that it was possible to create a full trap matrix circle with an Alton as keeper, due to the nature of that dona. Once he did, he went beyond the small matrices he'd been using to create the Matrix of Hells.”
The Captain interrupted. “Could Sicul Alton control a mind without using a matrix?”
Regis nodded.
Kirk narrowed his eyes. “Is that the Alton family dona?”
Regis made a face. “I must admit so. It is one of the more unnerving of our gifts. Some of the ancients, unfortunately, thought it a useful trait to breed into the Comyn. It was used as a weapon of war. Luckily for us the towers refuse to train a telepath with that dona who is inclined to misuse it.”
“How could such a gift be used without it being a crime at all?” asked Qui-gon.
“There we get into philosophical arguments. But back to the Matrix of Hells. It had a unique property. The more souls it trapped, the stronger it grew, and thus the more powerful its keeper—namely Sicul--grew as well. Sicul would ask promising matrix mechanics to work for him. When they lived out their usefulness or neared the end of their lives, he would feed their minds into the Matrix of Hells. Somehow or other he was able to keep their essence alive despite bodily death. Meanwhile, he refined and expanded his repertoire of weapons for war.
“He started our Great War by taking over the minds of all the inhabitants of the city of Hali. Our towers held him off for a time, but Sicul sent out armies and it became impossible to hold towers and protect cities at the same time. Gradually, one strong point after another fell. However, Darkover is not primarily a world of cities, but of scattered agrarian estates. These continued to resist.
“We know little about what Alton did next, but tradition says he decided to employ what he called the Matrix of Zandru. No one knows exactly what it was, but we speculate that it was a network of giant trap matrices, all tied together with his own Matrix of Hells as the centerpole. We think he intended to take over every mind on Darkover with it.
“We never found out if it could, thanks to my distant ancestor Marius Hastur. Marius led an attack on the Tower of Hells before Alton could activate it, and disrupted the circle of mechanics, forcing Alton to flee. But when the Tower of Hells was assailed, the entire city of Hali went up in one massive explosion. Everyone in the city was killed, defenders and attackers alike, including Marius. Cleanup was never started, because anyone who approached the ruins sickened and died within hours. It's known that Alton used the Temple of Zandru as a storehouse for his weapons and matrices, and the Comyn have always assumed that if they're destroyed, good, if not, no one can acquire them.”
“I saw your city die,” said Qui-gon quietly.
“What!?” exclaimed Regis.
“When I stepped on a piece of glowing blue pavement inside your Forbidden City, I had a Force vision of its death. It was quite dramatic.”
“Glowing blue pavement?” said Regis. “Do you remember where it was?”
“I think so. Does it have significance?”
Regis frowned. “I don't know without seeing the spot for myself. It's definitely odd, though. But then I know little of how your Force operates.”
“I thought I felt something else during our visit,” Qui-gon continued. “A living presence. The sense of it pervaded the entire city. It felt--vile.”
“I think I know what it might have been,” said Regis. “A large matrix can retain a mental impression of its original user's personality, even though many centuries have passed. That's why some of the old matrices are so dangerous. If they were used as tools of destruction and you attempt to turn them towards more peaceful purposes, they resist you, fighting to return to their original function. That's what happened at Caer Donn,” he added dolefully.
“So we're going with the assumption the Forbidden City holds at least one potentially dangerous old matrix,” Kirk said. “Master Jinn, if you felt it, and you don't have the advantage of being a native Darkovan telepath, then so could the Sith. Are these Sith stronger in the Force than you?”
“Lord Plagueis is, certainly. As for Darth Inculcare and Tyranus, yes, and maybe. But the fact that they've already gone so near the Forbidden City is ominous. They may have already concluded they're something potentially valuable about it.”
Kirk's chin sank into his hand as he thought. “So we either wipe them out, or we're going to have to beat them to whatever's at the Forbidden City.”
“The former is the preferred option, if not the easiest,” said Qui-gon.
“Master!” Obi-wan exclaimed. He was staring at them in distress. “I don't think it's possible for this ship to destroy the Raptor in battle, my apologies to our hosts.”
Kirk lifted an eyebrow. He glanced at Spock, who echoed him with the same gesture.
“I think you underestimate the capabilities of the Enterprise and its crew,” observed Spock mildly.
“You may be able to injure them so severely you'll have the advantage,” said Qui-gon, “however, my padawan is correct about one thing. Your first blow must be as final and finishing as you can make it. If not, you will be destroyed.”
-oOo-
“Catriona,” said Inculcare in his most soothing tones. She smiled in response, her eyes closed. Inculcare paused to inspect her. Her robe lay open to the tops of her legs. The plush give of her skin would be a relaxing tonic after a long session of questioning. Like Tyranus, he was tempted to investigate the contents of the velvet bag around her neck, certain it had to be a matrix. Unfortunately, Lord Plagueis was watching.
Her voice was a little difficult to understand, being weighed with drugs, but Inculcare had been following her meaning via a light Force connection. “You've been very good telling me all these stories about the matrices and Sicul Alton. What a wonderful character.” Inculcare's fingers were drifting slowly along her bare skin. He'd been fondling her more and more near the end of her story, growing hungry for her as the tale of devastation reached its peak—violent destruction always roused him, one of the reasons he became a Sith—and he'd gradually opened her robe the rest of the way as she talked. The insides of her thighs occupied him at the moment, and he pulled lightly on the reddish hairs there. “It's a shame about Sicul. He would have made a wonderful Sith.” He stroked between her lower lips. In her deep trance, she laughed slightly. “I have a little dose prepared for you that intensifies all bodily sensation. I want you to feel what comes next, and feel it strongly. But continue. What was the nature of his Alton gift? What does it do?”
“The Alton gift controls the mind,” said Catriona. “It crushes all mental barriers.” Inculcare opened his trousers, releasing the painful swelling. By now he didn't care that Plagueis was watching.
“You laugh so nicely,” he purred. “Do you feel this?” He injected another syringe into her thigh, pinching the flesh around the needle with his fingers.
A little frown crossed her face. “I do.”
“Good. Have you ever had a lover?” Inculcare climbed on top of her, lowering his face close to her ear.
“No.”
“Have you ever dreamed about having one? Wished to know what he felt like?” He stroked very lightly back and forth across one of her nipples with a fingertip.
“Ye—es,” she faltered.
Inculcare smiled to himself. “What did Sicul Alton do with his Matrix of Hells?” He tongued the aureole of her other breast, drawing a wet star around it.
“It was--” Her voice made a little gasp. “--destroyed, but his network of trap matrices was left intact, hidden in the Temple of Zandru under the city. He meant for the network to be controlled by the Matrix of Zandru.”
“Mm—hm.” Inculcare buried his face into her breast, feeling his own warm saliva. He yearned to go deeper, but there was a little matter of a woman's ribcage in the way. He took an urgent suck of the mound, dragging his teeth slowly across it and twisting the nipple back and forth between his teeth before letting her go. His other hand had gone down to explore between her legs, and he found her much more wet than before. Interrogating a victim was awfully hard work at times. It could be so difficult to keep one's concentration.
“What about your own dona? What is its nature?”
He paused to trace up and down the line of her hipbone and across her pubic mound. By now he was in a very urgent state, but new developments required Sith discipline and attention.
“The Aillard dona can control all material things, and manipulate them.”
A drop from his cock landed in her naval, and he sank the head of it longingly in the depression. “You're beginning to manipulate me. Do you feel this, Catriona?” He ran himself across her pubic hairs and between her legs. The urgency in the moist head was becoming harder to hold back.
“Yes.”
“So your talent is telekinesis?”
“Yes.”
“Could you be a keeper for a trap matrix circle, in the manner of Sicul Alton?”
“Yes, though I would need a circle to give me the strength.”
“You're a delightful girl to tell me all this.” He lay his face next to hers, letting her hear his harsh, urgent breathing. A faint twinge of alarm crossed her face, as he knew it would.
“For a reward, I'm going to give you something you've wanted for a long time. You wish to know a man's body?” He pushed himself deeply inside her, feeling the gauzy wet softness around himself. “The next part is crude and fast, but it's the most enjoyable one.” He began to jerk and thrust. Catriona gave a numb cry at the pain.
“Side effect of the enhancer.” Inculcare let out a gleeful laugh. “This hurts you more than a normal rape would. But a torturer, you know, loves pain in others most of all.”
He bit along her ribcage and breasts, leaving teeth marks, then shuddered with orgasm as she let out sobbing cries. This was what he'd been wanting to achieve completion.
He collapsed, and dropped down by her face. “Very good, Catriona,” he said. “Shall we do this again? You hurt, yet you want to please me so much.” He kissed her cheek. “I think we'll take a break from your stories, charming as they are. You need to get to learn me better, and I want your body to remember me for days after. Did you know that I've been polite so far? Now it's time to become ruder, far ruder.”
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