Disturbing the Peace (warning possible graphic nature)

[Daxton Bane]

"Just a second mistress." The droid replied to her request, returning a little later with a very basic holocamera. "It isn't top of the line but that is the only unit not attached to any droid at the moment."

The rest of the house followed the all white theme as she was ushered into the dining room. A pair of R2 units were bustling about as the smell of cooking eggs and bacon caused her stomach to rumble slightly to remind her that she hadn't eaten yet. While a small droid of unknown manufacture rolled in dragging a small portable bar as it whistled in excitement at being able to provide her request for something stronger.

 

[Lina Ovmar]

she turned the holocamera over in her hands as she contemplated what she was going to say. What did you put in a message for help without sounding like a desperate damsel in distress. How would they believe her when she seemed unharmed, save for the scar that now ran from above her left eye, across the bridge of her nose and down to her right cheek, courtesy of Moridin. It seemed almost futile.

She looked up at the whistle of the droid with a bar in tow. She helped herself to a whisky, half filling a tumbler with ice and covering it with the dark substance. She set the holocamera on the glass table and wrapped both hands around the glass, staring into its deaths and swirling it slightly. The gentle clinking of ice against glass, the mechanical whirr of droids and the smell of breakfast made Mia feel strangely at home.

When the breakfast finally came to her she ate it slowly, savouring every mouthful as if it might be her last meal. When she had fnished, she took the camera, the bottle of whiskey and her glass upstairs. "No one is to disturb me. Unless Daxton shows up, in which case I want one of you up there before he gets there."

 

[Daxton Bane]

"Yes mistress, would that be all?" The droid said politely as it waited for her reply. The other units were busy making whirling and whistling sounds as they cleared the remains of the dishes and began to clean around the house.

 

[Lina Ovmar]

"Yes." Mia replied to the droid, shutting the door behind her. Someone had already cleared up the glass she had smashed and removed the wine glasses. Filling up her glass she set the bottle and the holocamera on the table. Pointing the camera at the bed she activated it and sat down closing her hands around the glass she looked at it for a moment before beginning to speak.
"I don't know if any of my own will get this. I don't even know if this damn thing works, or if this is just another fucked up dream world caused by another round of hallucinogenic drugs. All I know is this: My name is Mia Monroe, my father was Jaxx Monroe and I am a mando'ade." she paused and took a sip of whisky in an attempt to soothe the lump that was rising in her throat and blinking back the tears that were beginning to form. "Three facts, three important things that make me who I am...and yet...I'm loosing my grip on them. I don't know how long Daxton has kept me prisoner, but in the time he has he has had me, he has picked me apart my head and pieced it back together in a way that I can't even begin to make sense of."

She wiped away the few tears that had escaped her and found herself unable to stop the flow of words "I spent days, maybe even months in the dark and this morning I woke up here, with no chains and freedom to move around this house." her voice was beginning to break and she made no attempt to stop it now, nor the flow of her tears "Its just a bigger prison, a bigger game. Yet I feel like I'm home...Haar'chak!" she covered her face with her hand as sob escaped her and took a moment to gather herself again. "He told me you had abandoned me, I didn't want to believe him but the more time that passes, the more I beginning to believe him." her voice was trembled with her fears and her sorrow as she spoke "I'm losing grip of who I am, of what I am and if you don't come soon, i'm...i'm afraid I won't be me anymore. If there are any of you out there looking...then look harder. Ner vods I need you, please find me." her last words were little more than a whisper of desperation.

Rising from the bed she deactivated the holocam and wept until she couldn't anymore. Numb and exhausted she took the camera downstairs in search of a droid who could show her what she could use to send it.

 

[Daxton Bane]

For all the amenities of the mansion in the jungle, it seemed that by design there was no communications satellite. The best she could figure out was finding some way to send the signal piggybacking on the holonet feed. It took awhile to jury rig it but she was successful and hopefully it got sent out. Fortunately Daxton was gone for several days and she was getting used to the company on the droids, who possessed a rather extensive collection of jokes and stories to pass the time.

Then one night without warning the Sith Knight was simply there. All brooding and menacing, watching her with cold eyes through the reflection in the mirror. He said her name, with a voice that sent shivers down her spine. "Hello Mia."

 

[Lina Ovmar]

She had almost began to feel herself again in the company of the droids, almost. Entering the room with a glass of water in her hands she moved to the bed a small smile on face as she recalled the story Bruce had been telling her. All it took was that voice to reach her ears for to return to the wreck she had been before, the glass slipped from her fingers and smashed on the floor as she whirled round to find him looking into the full length mirror, staring at her with those eyes.

"Daxton," she breathed, fear pulsing through her veins as she took a step back from him even though he was no where near her. her eyes flicked to the door but she knew there was no way she cold reach it before he caught her. "I should have known you wouldn't leave me alone for long."

 

[Daxton Bane]

Even though he was half way across the room, she would feel as if his breath was on her neck, his fingers circling her waist, pulling her against his hard, firm body.

"You have been a naughty girl Mia. Did you really think I wouldn't find out about it? Your so called brothers sold you out. They saw they were losing the war and hoped to gain some favor by informing of what you were up to." Raising a gloved palm face up containing a data pad, he played the message she had recorded and send. "Nice try. Crude but imaginative. What will your father say if I showed him the videos we made together, hmmmm? Would daddy be proud of seeing you in bed with a Sith? You see I know your little secret my dear. You enjoy it. You enjoy it far too much than you would admit it to yourself."

Then with an arrogant come hither gesture he made her come closer to him, bending her slightly and kissing her on the lips.

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Mia was powerless against him, his presence leached all her fight from her. her eyes widened in shock as she showed the video, tears welling in her eyes at his words. Her brothers sold her out? "You're lying." she whispered, though struggling to believe it as she said it. She looked away in shame as he spoke of her father, trying she wriggle free of his force grasp on her. "He's dead, so I will never have to know."

His beckoning made her move forward, she tensed at first but relaxed, knowing that there was no point in resisting. As he kissed her, something rose inside her and took control, another part of her mind, the part that Daxton had created through his torment. Her hands moved of their own free will the cup his face as she kissed him back. She felt like she was no longer in her body, like she had been pushed aside by another yet forced to watch everything. She shuddered, whether with pleasure or disgust she couldn't tell. drawing back from the kiss she looked at him with sad eyes.

"Why won't you let me go? What do you want with me?"

 

[Daxton Bane]

"You amuse me." Daxton said with the same tone as one would talk about a favorite pet or hobby. "And don't think mere death can stop me? Perhaps I should summon his spirit one time and show him all the delightful things his daughter is capable of. Would you like that? Imagine how it would feel for him, being dead and unable to do anything about it."

"Or maybe I will have a few Mandalorians come here and rescue you. Would you like that? Oh I can see that you do. Perhaps I will do that. Let you play with your little tin men, but know this my dear, no matter where you go, no matter where you run. You will always be mine."

Laughing in amusement Daxton turned and left the room, leaving her all alone to ponder his words.

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Summoning Jaxx's spirit would be the worst thing that Daxton could do. To see her father or even hear his voice again would give Mia her strength back. Yes, Daxton had shamed her, and the very though of what she had done disgusted her and made her feel dirty, she tried to shove him away from her anger rising in her like a hot flame. "I will kill you if you bring him into this Bane." she spat at him.

She clapped her hands over her ears to try and block out what he was saying but it was no use, he was in her mind as much as he was standing before her. She sank to her haunches as he left the room de3spair settling on her once more. If any of what he said was true, she would not be able to trust anyone, not even her own kind, for fear that it was just another game.

The only person she could trust was him.

 

[Daxton Bane]

The next morning he was gone and she was along once more. Although she could swear he never touched her, her body was sore all over and their were faint bruises on her thighs and rear. A strange lingering warmth filling every pore of her body as the droid happily came into the room and asked her if she wanted breakfast....