Reaver Of Submission

[The Firefox]

Sleep. How long had she been out? Her body was exhausted. She felt drowsy. Clara opened her eyes and looked at the lights on the ceiling looking down at her. She winced, turning her head away from them. Slowly, she opened her eyes back up and took in the rest of the room. She was in some sort of medical wing; a glass door separated her from the rest of the hallway. Looking to her left she inspected the rest of the room: basic medical equipment and machines were plugged in and feeding her fluids to get her energy back up. Clara reached over and plucked them free of her arm.

Sitting up was harder. There was a sharp pain in her shoulder from where she'd been shot. A side glance from her peripheral vision showed it was bandaged up. But as Clara moved her neck she felt something restraining the movement. Her left hand reached up and touched the steel cold of the slave collar fastened to her neck. Though she had yet to learn of its design, she was confused why no one had taken it off of her yet. Her hand gently traced the outline hoping for some sort of clasp or keyhole; none was found. Deciding to leave it be for now, she swung her feet off the bed and pulled away the covers.

Her second surprise of the morning was that she was naked. Luckily she was alone in the room. By her bed, folded up on a chair under her own personal lightsaber, was a brown robe. She didn't recognize the material; had someone bought it for her? With careful steps she made her way over and picked the robes up to slide them on. It was vastly difficult to get her right arm through the hole, but she managed all the same. Once tied up tight, she set her hilt to the robe's belt where it hung proudly at her side. Now to see where she was.

Moving to the door which slid open at her appearance, Clara peered out into the hallway and noticed someone standing at one of the windows overlooking the city. What city that was remained to be seen. But it wasn't Ziost, that much she could tell. It was far too warm for that. Looking closer at the man, she remembered seeing his outfit from Nar Shaddaa, and then again on her ship. Her ship! That's right...he'd been in her hold. He was a Sith Lord and she'd sworn her allegiance to him. Had he taken her here?

"Excuse me...?" she asked awkwardly. "Where am I?"

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[Vash Windrider]

After the events on Nar Shaddaa and that of their trip in hyper space, Vash brought his new apprentice to the planet of Lothal. It was as good a planet as any in Sith controlled space. His HK droid 'Hacker' had carried Clara into med facility and left the young girl in the care of medical droids before returning to the strange model light freighter they had all arrived with.

For his own part, he was not worried for Clara. The wound was bad but not life endangering. Vash retired to the Imperial base on the planet, made arrangements for himself and his droid. It would be a couple of days before he returned to the medical facility. He decided to wait in the hallway outside of her room and look out onto the darkened city as night was quickly approaching.

As the evening came he could feel in the force that clara was starting to wake. He waited patiently outside her room, continuing to watch the world go by from the reinforced glass of the window. He could feel her eyes on him, studying him. Finally the door slid open and she stepped out. All like the curious child he knew her to be.

Not turning around yet he addressed her question. "You, WE. Are on Lothal. Withing the Imperial medical facility in Lothal City."

 

[The Firefox]

Lothal. Not a planet she'd been to before. Though, in her defense, there were a small handful of systems she'd travelled to and she could count them on one hand. She moved closer, inspecting the view of the world outside the hospital's window. She felt, oddly safe next to this man. Her fear of being attacked by him had decreased tremendously now that she knew he was there to train her. Before he'd been a villain, creeping into her home and tormenting her. Now, he was a teacher.

"Thank you...for saving me. On the Hutt planet I mean. I really do appreciate it. And for bringing me here too."

It took a lot for Clara to apologise or thank someone; it wasn't something very Sith like. But her mother had taught her manners. She didn't believe in the way the Sith were emotional brutes who spoke through their fists. Clara was raised to be a proper woman. And that meant being respectful.

 

[Vash Windrider]

Vash gave a sigh. It would be hard for Clara to tell if it was from relief or what it was truly. Frustration. Their passage on the freighter told him she was weak. His experience with her on the Hutt controlled world told him, she lacked training and experience. Still her knew there was something within her. Her aura in the force told him there was a cold hearted Sith somewhere in the weak frail little frame. There was a killer that perhaps her mother did not wish to show true power. It would be up to Vash now to break this child free of those chains. To forge her in his image.

Now that she was healed, there was no time like the present to teach her. So that's what he did. Under the cloak of his Sith robes he tapped a couple of buttons on under side of his left bracer. The collar on Clara's neck would respond in kind. First opening tiny ports to reveal crystals that would nullify the connection to the force within Clara. The second, tiny little prongs cut into Clara's neck flesh to release volts of shocking electricity into her body.

"First and foremost. You are my apprentice now, I am your Lord and Master. You will address me as such or you will have to address suffering." he commanded. Then let off the electricity for only a moment to let his first rule soak in a moment.

 

[The Firefox]

With a small click, something in her collar flipped around. Confused, she made a tiny sound and tried to look down at it. But when she then felt something poke her neck, every stopped. Or more accurately, everything started moving. A stream of electricity flowed into her nerves and shot down every fiber of her being. Clara let out a primal shriek as she fell backwards and onto her back; had she fallen forward she might have caught herself on her knees. But she'd never felt something like this before and didn't have the slightest clue as to what would have happened.

Hitting her lower back first, and then the rest of her body, she arched and spasmed for a second until her new sadistic master turned off he device. The sound coming from her lungs stopped just as soon, replaced by heavy breathing and panic. Clara rolled onto her side and gripped the collar, desperately trying to yank it off her neck. Of course, only doing so would result in yet another quick shock of voltage running through her system. Another yelp escaped her as she flipped out on the floor of the hospital wing. An action that would no doubt cause some response in the staff...unless a certain Sith previously told them not to interfere.

Looking up at him with pure fright and confusion she pleaded, "What is this? A....a.....a shock collar? Is this necessary? I thought you were training me to be a Sith, not some lap dog!"

 

[Vash Windrider]

"I'm not surprised it took your little mind this long to realize what was around your neck" he belittled. Then sent another jolt of electricity through her. "You have a will and a fire in you that must be broken. Misguided teachings from a Mother who is seems has forgotten what it means to be a Sith." He continued.

Turning up the voltage on her collar he then knelt down over her as Clara shivered and convulsed before him. "Only after you are completely broken and surrender. Only then can I build you up again. To mold you into something greater then this pathetic child posing as a Sith." He continued. Before finally releasing the grip of electricity over her body. Vash then stood, turned to the room so the door would open and with a lift of his hand, called Clara's hilt to his hand before returning it to his belt. He then returned to his suffering apprentice. Turning on the voltage again. This time just for kicks. He would let the electricity course through her until he was satisfied. Before turning it off once again.

 

[The Firefox]

Before she could reply to his belittling comment, he would send another shock into her. She cried out and fell back into a prone position. He continued to berate her and explain that her bad habits must be broken. Turning up the volume, the electricity became so much worse. Her screams grew louder and she twitched much more aggressively. Only then did he stop and allow her to breathe. Clara uncoiled herself, rolling onto her stomach and stretching out her limbs which were burning and still shaking slightly. Tears were rolling down her face causing her to sniffle and sob in an ugly fashion. Pulling her saber from her belt, he once again stole what mattered most to the girl. Clara couldn't even protest she was in far too much pain.

With no warning or cause, he then turned the dial back on and the voltage coursed through her once more. Another visceral scream came out of her lungs and she thrashed to the other side and spasmed back and forth. But then, the strangest thing happened. Her screams slowly started becoming more like chuckles mixed into them until she was outright laughing! The girl was still jolting back and forth from the electricity but she was screaming with laughter as if she were being tickled. Either Vash had left it on too long...or she was enjoying this.

When he stopped again she once more fell over; this time she was partly on her side and partly on her stomach. Her red hair fell over her face and her arm hung oddly at her side behind her back. Her breathing got deeper while trying to catch her breath and calm her nerves down. "I'm sorry," she said to him after a second of breathing. Then, taking a few more long breathes she tried again to speak. She just had to get those first few words in so he wouldn't shock her again.

"I'm sorry. You're......you're right. I'm weak. I need.....I need your guidance. Please." She gulped and rolled onto her stomach the rest of the way; it was the best she could do to bow to him for now. "Please. Do what you need to so that I may be stronger. I won't....-gulp- I won't doubt you again."

 

[Vash Windrider]

"Well then, I guess it's suffering you wish then." He said in a somewhat disappointed tone. Clara would surrender herself but she managed to still forget his first rule. A mistake that would cost her. As Vash stood once more, leaning on the wall and window of the outside wall of the hallway. It didn't seem to bother him however. As the assassin seemed to have a smile on his face as he activated the collar again. Sending high voltage into Clara's body once again.

He stood then, watching her suffer. Listening to her screams as the pain and suffering burned into her flesh. The lines of electricity burning marks into her flesh better then that of any whip. Vash admired them with a smile before letting out another sigh of irritation. Turning off the collar one more time. "Now then, try that again." he demanded.

 

[Alexis Solis]

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[The Firefox]

"Wait!" she cried out. Only it was too late. She realized her mistake all too late and the collar let off another stream of charges into her neck. Clara once more shrieked at the top of her lungs as she rolled onto her side and convulsed. A few seconds later she'd start chuckling admist the screams until they were going back and forth between laughter again.

Her every muscle burned. Her veins were on fire. She felt like she was back in that crate burning up alive inside it, trapped and helpless. She screamed and reached for him hoping he'd show her mercy. Finally did the collar stop she'd groan and whimper; her body so exhausted of energy she felt like she might pass out in a moment's notice.

"Master!" she cried. Then, more like it was a realization, "Master! I'm sorry, Master. Please. Please forgive me! Forgive your pathetic apprentice, my Lord. Please."

Groaning again she stretched out and practically melted into the floor with how tired her body was. She couldn't even pick her head up to brush the hair out of her face where it had gotten stuck to her drooling lips. Clara coughed, nearly rasping in every breath. Even she didn't know how much longer she could last.

 

[Vash Windrider]

It was of course to late to stop at the moment he pushed the button. Instead he watched her. Watched as she writhed in pain and suffering. He could see the break in her mind as she started to laugh between the screams of pain. Her body was truly suffering under the electricity but her mind was fracturing. A part of her was enjoying this torment. Both amused and delighted the Sith. The further he pushed her and made her suffer the more he was learning about her.

Vash allowed her more more to plead for mercy and forgiveness. He looked down at her almost lifeless body expressionless. "Very well." he said flatly. Under his robes he pressed the controls to the collar. Returning the prongs into the collar and returning the force to Clara. It was a small reward. One what would allow her to quickly recover SOME of her energy and will power. But it would be very clear now, why she was wearing the device.

"Gather yourself and stand my little puppet. You have much to learn, and We have much to do." he commanded.

 

[The Firefox]

With a slight hiss and a click, the collar retracted internally and Clara felt a sudden rush of cold about her. She knew it was the Force, she was trained at least to sense it. Her mind seemed more open to everything around her: the emotions of people, an awareness of where she was physically and those whom were standing nearby, as well as a sudden perception of what was happening metaphysically, or rather what would happen in time. In truth, this is how she always felt. Having that taken away from her had in fact daunted her, but with the electricity attacking her she really hadn't even noticed anything else.

Her master would tell her to stand when she could, but she understood the words meant he wanted her to be quick about it. "Yes Sir," she'd reply right away. She hadn't yet moved, but she at least acknowledged him. "Right away, sir."

With a few groans, she started pushing herself to move. That was even harder than she expected. Her muscles which were fried by now, felt stiff and raw like they'd been sunburned on the inside. She got into a fetal position on her knees, curling her arms to her chest and head into the floor. Flexing her fingers she groaned and whined, whimpering soft "Ow's" every couple of seconds. This pain was almost as bad at the lightning. Why was it that when pain was being done to oneself it hurt so much worse than if received from an external force? Flexing her joints made awful clicking sounds which made Clara feel like she was ripping and tearing her flesh apart.

She had no idea how numb and tingling everything would be trying to move them. It was like when her body would fall asleep and blood rushed to the veins, only this was a thousand times worse. Because it doesn't just have pins and needles. There was a chilling pain, a sense of tight muscles, and sharp aching blades in her blood. Clara continued to whimper in pain as she struggled to get to her feet. She kept her arms at her chest, trying desperately to wiggle her fingers about. When that failed, she instead used the bottoms of her palms to massage out her biceps hoping that would help some. Her feet weren't so bad, but the same could be said for her toes. It was a good thing she had a strong sense of balance.

"Thank you....for waiting, Sir. I'm ready now."

Although she was lying to him, she was at least upright and moving. She would have preferred to get more rest and let her body heal some more. She didn't have the strong sense of willpower to make the Force heal her; she never understood how the Dark side had that ability anyways. It always seemed more like a Light trait. Still, she was standing and her master would not want to wait longer.

Following after him, she'd step slowly on his heels out of the medical wing. She kept her head low, avoiding all the looks from the other patients or staff that happened to be around. The droids paid her no attention, but Clara could sense the way the nurses followed her with their eyes. They felt bad for the girl, having heard her screams. Some of them wanted to call for help. But who would they call? The Sith owned the planet, and this side of the galaxy. There was no one to call. Their rule, was law.

Once they got into the lift, Clara leaned back against the wall with a pained wince. She exhaled as if she'd stepped on glass, and tried not to cry any more tears. Instead, she blinked several times and focused instead on memorizing the only thing she could see in the room: her master. She took in every detail of his backside: his hairline, his shoulders, his armor, his torso, his as-

"Master?" she'd randomly ask. Her eyes drifted to her saber idling next to his on the man's belt. "Why did you take my saber? I'm not going to attack you with it. Were you...afraid I might try?"

 

[Vash Windrider]

She confirmed her willingness to rise. Vash looked at her for only a moment, then turned away to face down the hall where the turbo lift was waiting. The Sith quietly walked down then, not waiting for his apprentice. Nor willing to face any onlooker who cared to give or show any opinion. Those of the living he could either guess well enough or feel in the force without much effort. But that did not matter to him. What did matter was how he felt, how he felt he was true to his own needs, and that he was training this child to fit his needs.

Vash knew Clara was still hurting, that the force could only do so much for her. He was also well aware that the the dark side fed and thrived on suffering, on pain, passion. She would learn all these things as well. The hard way. But first he would rid the child of every poor lesson of a lessor being. He would would scrape her clean of these lessons, even if it killed her.

Finally he reached. Walking inside her was pleasantly surprised to see his apprentice not but a few feet behind. He waited, allowing her the tiniest of victories before bringing her down again. As she stepped inside, he could feel her eyes him. Taking in all she could see with her eyes, perhaps to study him, perhaps to find a weakness that did not exist at her poor skill level.

Then she noticed her weapon, and her question only caused him to laugh with a low amused but dismissive tone before answering her. " This is not your saber hilt. These are the weapons of real Sith. They are not the weapons of youngling children who like to play at being a wraith of the Empire only to be a puddle of piss stuck in a box at the hands of petty thugs."

He snatched the weapon from his belt then. With the power of the dark side he used invisible dark tendrils to dismantle the weapon into the tiniest pieces. Then crushed them all into tiny balls of scrap before dropping them to the floor. Save for the crystal.

"I will find a weapon more appropriate to your abilities. apprentice"

 

[The Firefox]

To her question, her master would laugh at her in the most demeaning of ways. She made a slight pouting face as she visibly shrunk more into herself. "There's no need to laugh at me," she thought to herself. He'd then explain to the child that this was no longer her weapon, as such a thing belonged to a true Sith. Further insulting her skill yet again, he called her a child and made her only feel that much worse about herself. Plus, with him bringing up the box-scenario again, she felt he'd hang that over her head for the longest time.

Clara was about to protest to his statement, saying something along the lines of, "It's not my fault I'm no good with it. My mother refused to train me anything more than how to defend myself. I've wanted to learn how to fight for years now." But...she never even got a word out as her new master would take her saber from his belt and break it apart with his mind. Her eyes stared with the slightest bit of confusion as all the pieces were unfastened and dismantled. Then, her heart dropped. Using the same power of the Dark side, the man crushed each of the individual pieces until there was nothing left but her red crystal. Clara's eyes widened and her jaw dropped. She watched as all the -now tiny and crumbled up- remains of her saber fell to the floor. She swore she could hear each one hitting the metal panels below her as if in slow motion.

Her mind wasn't working. She started babbling to herself, barely coherent, "What have you- What- What- But....what- Why?" Only to then look up at him wordlessly. She wanted to complain. She wanted to scream at him. She wanted to throw a fit and curse his name. She was almost ready to, when the weight of her collar seemed to hold her back. Clara stood silent for another moment before closing her jaw, lowering her head, and whimpering a soft sigh of defeat.

"....yes master."

 

[Vash Windrider]

Vash gave it no other thought. Broken, Clara excepted the loss of everything. The Sith placed the crystal within the pouch on his utility belt behind that of his curved lightsaber hilt and under the cover of his cloak and robes. The turbo life continued upward several floors. During which time Vash gave no other word. He let the silence fill every corner of space between them and around them. Until finally the lift stopped and the doors slid open. Allowing the noise of the outside world to rush in.

There, on the landing pad. Rested a shuttle like nothing Clara had ever seen on Ziost or any other Sith world she had ever been. It was not standard issue. That much would be very clear to Clara. Waiting next to the ramp of the ship one 'Hacker', the HK droid apparently belonging to Vash. The Sith gave the droid a barely perceptible head nod before walking up the ramp. All the while giving Clara no instruction, yet the feeling was there that it was in duty to follow.

The interior of the vessel was lavish. The floor was polished black metal. The chairs, full size couch, tables and other accessories. All in deeper reds or black. Vash chose and a chair that looked to be about the size of a caption's chair. and took a seat. Waving his hand to the seat across from his own as if to point her to where he preferred her to be.

Once they were both on board. Hacker followed. Closing the ramp of the ship and taking his place in the pilot's chair. Within a few short moments the sizable shuttle was in open sky. Heading for the space about the planet.

 

[The Firefox]

Clara was mortified. Her eyes shook as she stared down at the remains of her lightsaber. The nuts, the bolts, the now shattered panel of Brylark wood she'd been given as a gift from her uncle. All gone. Crumbled into tiny clumped up balls. The devastation hit her like a crash of tumbling tide waters. She could feel her heart heaving and tears welling up in her eyes. The Dark side would curl around her, making her shiver in that thin robe of hers. She hiccuped, but quickly covered her mouth with her left hand. She didn't want Vash to think she was crying. Clara would keep her head and eyes down, intently focused on not letting her master see that weakness in her.

The lift would take them up to a large landing strip where a massive 70 meter vessel was docked. Clara looked at it in awe, completely dazzled by the beauty of the ship. It was like something out of a dream. Everything about it screamed Sith Empire and she couldn't help but feel just a little bit better knowing she was going to ride in one. In truth, she wanted to pilot that thing! But before that thought even crossed her mind she noticed her masters d*mned droid over there waiting for them. She grumbled, knowing that thing was going to be doing the driving. No fair.

Her master moved from the metal lift as soon as the doors were clear, but Clara stood there for a second before realizing she too needed to get off; the doors began to close on her and she jumped through them before they could (though sensing movement they retreated back into the wall anyways). With one last look behind her, the redhead watched her broken saber be sealed away by the doors and then descend back into the hospital, never to be seen again. She whimpered again then turned her head. "This is a new you, Clara. It's time to be brave."

Entering into the man's fancy cruiser Clara was hit instantly with the smell of leather. It smelled like someone who was rich, someone who was powerful. Clara's mouth was slightly ajar while walking in and taking in the site of the polished metal, leather, and felt that really put her out of her place. Vash would move to sit in a chair and then motion for her to sit. She said nothing as she robotically followed him -her legs moving one after another as if she wasn't even controlling them. Clara watched the droid pass her by then and head into the cockpit to fly them away. Her mind again was angry at the bucket of bolts, but she would just have to prove her skills at flying were better than her saber. She wholeheartedly figured if she mentioned she could fly to Vash he'd laugh out loud and insult her again. Clara wanted nothing to do with that.

The ship would begin to turn on and Clara adjusted herself in her seat. She wasn't doing it because she was nervous, not for that reason at least. Pulling both hands tightly in her lap, Clara would start scratching her right hand with her left hand. Using her nails, she began to dig lines into the back of her hand as she scratched. The skin turned white with every stroke then raised up with bright red lines. It was unclear if she was doing this subconsciously, or intentionally.

"Master?" she would ask once the ship had left the atmosphere. "May I ask you a question...?" She wasn't sure if he would allow it or not, but if he did she would scratch harder at her hand. "I um....well first...I wanted to thank you for taking me in your care. But um....There's something I need to do. Something that...uh...you might not like? You see....when I was on Nar Shaddaa...well, you see I kind of ran away from home. And um...you see, I need to send a message to my mother. I promise I wont tell her about it! But uh....she needs to know I'm safe. And that....well....not coming home. If she doesn't hear from me...she'll probably send someone like my uncle to find me. And we don't want them thinking I was like...um kidnapped or anything."

Which is one hundred perfect exactly what Vash had done to her...

 

[Vash Windrider]

As he sat in the chair of this shuttle afforded to him by rank and class as a Sith assassin. He thought a moment on what it had taken him to achieve such a position. He struggled and clawed at survival, witnessed first hand the struggle of servitude. Watched as all he knew and loved would either parish or be taken from him. Only to be brought to the dark side to struggle more. To learn more or less on his own. Finally to be able to defeat a foe of his own creation and hatred to become a Knight of the Sith.

Now here he was practically babysitting. He should of killed her, or left her to rot on the Hutt moon. Instead he'd noticed something within that weakness. A glimmer of what could be. But at this very moment, all he could see what that weak child once more begging for mommy. Vash knew of her mother. Knew she was of her title and understood that the Emperor and the others of the Council payed her little mind. But he would of never guest that a Sith who was or could be a Master of the dark side and perhaps even a Darth could of made something so weak as to need to call home to mommy.

He scoffed at her as she asked. "Pitiful. But no surprise. The more I hear from you, the more I see a need for the return on the old ways. Such weakness and frailty. More over, you've seemed to have gained this weakness from your mother. No apprentice, tell her. Tell her everything. That a real Sith and Master of the dark side has decided to train you. That she has failed her self and her empire in allowing such weakness to grow and take root in this pitiful child, and that she need not worry. I will show you the true path to the dark side."

 

[The Firefox]

Clara's eyes went wide again. He wanted her to what? She bit her lip as she imagined how humiliating that would be. Telling her mother off? She'd always wanted to do it though. And here, her mother could do nothing to stop her. She couldn't hit her. She couldn't use her words to twist the girl's mind. But Clara feared her mother would not sit back lightly and take it. I'd Clara did this, one day, her mother would come after her.

Nodding to Vash, she gets up and finds a computer dashboard to log into. She pulls up a video log and begins to record a message. Making sure her collar is slightly covered, she pulls the robe tightly to her and let's down her hair. Then, adjusting the camera angle of the hologram, she hits the record button.

"Mother. I know you're still mad at me for running away. But, I just wanted to say I'm safe. And that I'm not coming home. I found someone. Someone who will train me." She began to get more confident as she spoke. "He is a true Sith. Not like the religious cult you have at home. No, he is a Dark Lord. And he's going to train me."

Clara reached up and pulled the robe down showing her collar. "He gave me this collar. And I wear it proudly. I belong to him now. And he will make me into the true Sith I was meant to be. I'm tired of being weak. I'm tired of making excuses. So don't come after me. Don't try to find me. I'm not coming home."

With that, Clara ended the recording and sent the address to be transmitted. She knew her mother wouldn't watch it right away, so they had some time before she retaliated, but it didn't make her nerves any better. Her whole body was shaking now. She was angry. She was so angry. And for some reason, that liberated her.

Returning to Vash she suddenly threw her arms our and wrapped them under his arms to hold him in a hug. Her red hair pushed into his chin as she leaned her cheek into his chest. "Thank you, Sir." But before he could try to push her off she would let go and slink down to her knees between his legs and lower her head. She had found her mentor. She had found a master. She had found a new home.

 

[Vash Windrider]

Vash calmly waited. Reaching out with the force to both feel for and listen to his apprentice. He was firm in his words, but did not expect her to follow through with his command. Indeed he had expected her to cower to and follow till. The poor teachings of a fallen Sith Master who had somehow lost her way by creating some strange religion. In doing so she managed to not only make her self as weak as the Jedi but Clara as well.

To his amused surprise however. His words were leaving Clara's lips with the sweet venom of spite and hate. Even through her velvet tone he could feel the sting. With the spite for her mother came she feeling of pride and longing, perhaps even desire. Interesting, he thought. Vash could not help but smile at the sense of her emotions and with pride in himself. With one simple holo vid, Clara was burning away all she had ever known and was left with no one else but her Master. Perfect.

Vash was however quite surprised by the sudden and strange 'hug' that Clara gave him. If that was what he wanted to call it. Though he would not admit it to her, part of him enjoyed the embrace. IF just for a moment. But what came next he enjoyed far more. As she fell to her knees and lowered her head in a rightful surrender. She was now hit without question or hesitation. He placed his right hand a top her head, brushing down her fire red locks of hair, and down to her soft cheek.

"Well done. My apprentice."

 

[The Firefox]

Feeling his hand stroke her head the girl smiled and sighed. It was the first time he'd not done something to demean or criticize her. In fact, he even complimented her. Clara smiled and looked up to him, a twinkle in her eyes from the mass of emotions she'd been going through today. He'd called her his apprentice. And for some reason that made her swoon. Just being wanted was enough for her; but he seemed to take it one step further.

Curling her head into his lap she rested her head against his knee while he pet her hair and comforted her. Clara didn't know if other sith treated their apprentices this way, but she knew she was the luckiest one of them all. And, she wouldn't have it any other way.

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