Chapter 4.4: Domination

(Typhon, Jungle)

(3rd Person PoV)

Orn'Vigrala kept his eyes peeled as he looked out at the jungle before him. Well it wouldn't be right to completely label the area in front of him as just jungle. With a gravel road in front of him, pact with dirt, undergrowth and fauna, as well as two small mountains that flanked the path and separated him and his village from the horrors of the world.

Continuing down the path that was littered with dirt and small critters, it was only 300 meters away where the path split off into two. One lead towards the left mountain and a flesh raider hot spot that had to be avoided at all cost. While the path on the right lead to the jungle as well as a Flesh Raider encampment even further out.

It was this right path that was used the most as they would send regular scout parties to gather food while avoiding Flesh Raiders that way. The left path had nothing thanks to the hot spot of Raiders down that way.

Guard duty as it were may not have been the fanciest job in the village but it was the most important. Standing atop the sturdy metal walls of the village entrance/walls/gate, being on guard duty, while boring most of the time, especially at this time of the cycle, was no less important than the other times.

If there were a surprise Flesh Raider attack, and they did not hastily prepare and hide most in shelters and other hidden holes of their small little valley, the damages could be catastrophic. Only the most loyal and attentive were generally allowed to man the gates at any time.

It was said that in the past the metal walls he now stood on could block the Flesh Raiders from their conquests that they would, at every turn, stop them from making it into their small little town, but those times were long gone.

Orn looked to his left, down at the wooden implements that were used in the middle of the metal gate. Left open for eternity the metal walls would no longer close and protect those within. The technology used to keep it running had long since broken, the method to fix it lost with time.

Many had tried to understand the complexities of the metal walls that helped them fend off intruders, and the buildings that they still used keep out the cold even though, like the wall, their doors no longer shut properly.

Nothing that a good sheet of animal skin couldn't fix though. It had been this way for as long as Orn could remember, and even their recent ancestors hadn't seen the mechanisms work. Only stories were told of what they once provided them, fairy tales really.

Fairy tales that some of the younger ones believed in, but once they became adults they would soon forget those fanciful tales and what if's, but all that mattered in the end was the day by day, something Orn had learned early on in life. Some would call Orn a bit immature as he still believed in the old stories, but then he had proven himself to be one of the best hunters of the tribe.

With one of the best eyes sights in the village, even as he grew older, he was regularly stationed as look out and scouter for hunting parties. Avoiding the flesh raiders was a tough endeavor as they roamed he outside like it was their own playground, while they huddled inside their small village and Orn was one of the best at keeping foraging parties safe.

Orn sometimes wondered why the Flesh Raiders didn't just storm the village with their never ending numbers, why they were blessed with such high reproductive capacities he never understood. Some thought it was because the Raiders still felt fear when they raided the village, as if an unseen protector was warding them from taking them all, some had a more grim view, saying the Flesh Raiders only left them be because they were considered live stock like the ones they sometimes raised.

That they let them propagate so they would have sport in the future. Of course not many believed that one because of their intellect or lack thereof. They were nothing more than beast most thought, dragging off their victims to feast on their flesh making them worst than any other animal.

But Orn thought differently. He had seen their organized patterns of hunting, their small tribal ways of doing things. He was sure that they were smart enough to farm live stock and the thought...the thought made him angry beyond belief.

To be treated as live stock, to have no freedom, to know that anything you do will in the end, not matter, that he could just become another 'play thing' in an endless cycle, much like the world, made him grip his fists in anger.

Some in the past had tried to rebel against the Flesh Raiders in a way. Though they technically weren't actually under their rule it felt like it, living of scraps, avoiding them at all costs, being raided constantly and not being able to fight back. Some tried to rally others that could take them down, but their hides were too tough.

The weapons around the village weren't steardy enough to break their skin, it easily took their best fighters to even take down one not to mention one of their bigger clans, clans that became more numerous by the day.

In those same children stories it was said that their ancestors used to have weapons that could easily kill the flesh raiders and it was only their numbers that could threaten them, oh how Orn wished it were true.

But when they tried to fight back, these were the times when the village suffered the most. It was like the beasts took offence to them challenging their rule. After such attempts the raids would become more numerous, more people would be killed or taken in each attempt. The last time it had happened, the time when his parents died, they had killed all the males above a certain age, leaving only half the woman as well. The terrified screams, as they were taken away and eaten, continued into the night, something that still haunted Orn as he slept.

It had been tough then, especially growing up without his parents. They only left the bare minimum when instances like that happened, and Orn didn't want to ever see that happen again...but he was helpless to stop it!

If there was one thing Orn wasn't, it was stupid. Though he had those thoughts, he knew he couldn't act upon them. But it didn't make it sting any less; he didn't want to see the village once again in a state of desperation.

Orn's eyes turned down in shame as he thought of that time, before he slightly shook his head. Shaking the depressing thoughts from his heads, he reached up and flicked one of his lekku back over his shoulder as he looked at the other two assigned to guard with him that day.

There was a male and female, one was Glie'Lusez, Another orphan caused by a Flesh Raider attack. They had both been friends growing up, both being around the same age, but had slowly drifted apart over the years. Both being the best hunters in the village a small rivalry had sprouted between the two in their younger years, which had lead to conflict.

These days Orn didn't talk to Glie much and didn't care what he was doing. Though they would both team up without pause, should the Flesh Raiders come knocking. As Orn's eyes rested on him, he felt them twitch silently as he saw his long time rival asleep at his post.

In his younger years he might have gone over and woken him up and possible taunted him for such a mistake, but those times were long past. Orn was slowly getting to his mid 30's, it was almost time for him to start a family and start training the new generation of village fighters and scouters, to take up their responsibilities.

That small thought brought his attention over to the female of the group. His eyes couldn't help but go up and down the lithe figure of another childhood friend, eyes pausing perhaps too long on her sensual lekku.

Alema'Sira, just a few years younger than Orn himself, and long time friend of both men. It had been a slow process but Orn had been gradually broaching the topic of marriage. Though she hadn't responded to his advances yet, things were looking up, though she always did have her eye on Glie.

He quickly hid the frown that appeared on his lips as he looked at the two, before he once again looked out at the path leading towards the village. The frown quickly returned as his lekku twitched. He could just make out the sound of footsteps from his position, the crunch of dirt under boots ringing clearly from a distance

The noise seemed to get louder as he signaled for Alema to rouse Glie. As Glie woke from his slumber and prepared himself for the worst, all 3 gathered to look at their new arrivals, reading their weapons. Frowns appeared on their faces as they spotted the two figures slowly making their way out of the jungle.

One of them was like them, a Twi'lek, but one Orn had never seen before. Wearing gear that shinned in the small glare of the sun, some type of weapons they couldn't identify was strapped to her waist. Their frowns only got worse as they looked her up and down.

There had been small cases of Twi'lek with red skin in their village, but it was rare. It had been a long time since one of them had appeared. None of them could remember one having recently been born, and the new arrival didn't look too old, possible early twenties, judging by her flawless skin tone and lekku.

If one had been born everyone in the village would have known, it was found that those with red skin were generally stronger than other of their kind. No one was completely sure why, but it was an accepted fact.

Finally tearing their eyes away from her, they all grew apprehensive as they looked at the other figure. Orn, Glie and Alema all felt a dangerous pressure radiating from this other person. They had never seen a person like her before either, her skin color was a weird pigmentation that slightly resembled some of the Flesh raiders, but her skin wasn't cracked and gangly.

With a hood covering her face, hiding it from view, they could only see the smooth skin of her forearms and belly as well as her legs, while they made their way closer. Though it made her look like a younger Twi'lek in her prime, their sense of unease grew.

But while Glie and Alema were still trying to figure out the person behind the hood, a little idea slowly began to grow in Orn's mind. His mind switched back to the old fairy tales his parents used to tell him before the raids, about the days of old and the people that betrayed their ancestors, ancestors.

His eyes slowly drifted down to the cylinder like object at the side of her waist. Though he had never seen one before, and there was no name for the object, he knew it was what 'they' used. This only caused the dread to intensify in him even more.

As the two finally stopped before the gate, not saying a word, just looking up at them, the words just slipped from Orn's mouth without thinking, luckily neither heard his small whisper or so he thought.

"Jedi?"

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(Typhon, Twi'lek Village Entrance)

(Jaesa PoV)

As the words came out of the blue Twi'leks mouth I turned my head to look at him. I didn't bother to control my anger at being called one of 'them', my glare instantly causing him to raise his weapon in defense. He felt the small chill go down his spine as his body realized it was looking at a predator.

I smirked at his pitiful attempt to seem intimidating as he raised his...wooden spear in my direction? They truly were a bunch of inferiors. Such schutta weapons? And looking at their attempt at defense; the small wooden spike barricade that could be taken down in seconds, I wanted to shake my head

If they weren't needed right now I would kill them for not bowing in my presence...should I kill them? No Master wants to see them, they will have their uses. Though I will have to show them proper respect and manners in the future. They should know when they face their betters.

Maybe we will actually help them become more civilized...obedient if they did. Yes they would want that. I wonder who master will get to discipline them? I let out a small chuckle without realizing it, once again putting these Twi'lek on edge.

The other had also drawn their weapons and seemed ready for a fight. I rolled my eyes looking up at them, this was starting to annoy me. But I would give them a little time to recompose themselves. What was the information we had on them?

Yes...a small village, the only one of its kind that we could find around the temple, only just over 1 thousand Twi'leks inside. The fact that they were still alive could be considered a miracle. But looking at them now, I knew the Flesh Raiders were just playing with them. I might well have done the same if I had such weak creatures as neighbors.

Use them when I wanted to entertain myself. Well I just might do so anyways in the future. "W-who are you? What is your business with our village?" Ohh so they finally have worked up the courage to talk to me. I'll forgive them this time for not bowing...and that disrespectful tone.

I turned my head to look at all of them before speaking. "Bring the leader of your Village out I have matters to discuss with them." I saw the face of the other male, the one with the dark yellow skin; harden as I said the words. My eyes lazily flittered to him as he shouted back.

"Our leader is a busy man, he does not have time for people such as your self. Tell us what you want or leave, weird one." Ohhhhh I will enjoy breaking this one. I slowly raised my hand as the three Twi'lek got ready for battle, realizing I was PISSED OFF, and held it out towards the insolent Twi'lek.

"THAT. WAS. NOT. A. REQUEST." I flared my power, reveling in it as I gripped his neck and dragged him towards me. Sure I could have been gentler in the execution, but I enjoyed seeing the panic in his eyes as his lower body slammed into one of the wooden spikes as I dragged him out.

"Glie!" It took less than a few seconds for me to have him just centimeters from my body. The fear only seemed to multiply as he clawed as his neck, his body trying to feebly break my hold. It was funny. The other two still up above us looked ready to jump down and attack me, but I wasn't worried.

I took a quick look back at Vette as she watched on behind me, but she made no move to help. Of course she wouldn't, I might have felt insulted if she tried. *Puff* *Puff* The other two dropped from their positions and slowly started to make their way towards me as their friend chocked to death.

The body of this Glie...mmnn, no; I will just refer to him as what he is, an insect. The body of the insect was starting to turn a different shade as the oxygen left his body. I felt the small tug at the back of my mind to continue, to make his last moments in the universe the most painful he had ever felt, but I let him go.

His body dropped to the ground like Bantha poodoo as he gasped for air. I still had my mission from master. It wouldn't help if I just killed their lap dogs at the front though maybe if I maim them? No I couldn't...but I could do something else.

The other two seemed to let out a breath of air as their friend tried to scramble away from me after regaining his breath. Like I was going to let that happen. Grabbing onto his foot with a little bit of the force I slowly dragged his body back towards me, even as he tried to crawl away.

His friends rushed forwards to help, but I just stopped them a few meters away. They also tried to struggle out of my stasis, but it was pointless. Blood started to come from the insect's hands as he clawed and clawed at the ground, but couldn't get away from me.

I let my hold of him go as I placed a boot on his back, driving him to the ground, his face in the dirt where it belonged. I grinded it there, taking pleasure in his small whimpers of pain he let out as I finally stopped and kicked him over so he was now looking up at me.

His fear filled eyes had turned to pure terror as I leant down to him. He flinched back in fright but couldn't get away as I look into his eyes. I was sure mine had already turned red from pure sadism, I couldn't keep the smile off my face.

"You listen here you schutta. Your race is no better than whores to pleasure those in power, which means me. If I tell you to do something you will do it, weather you want to or not. If I say crawl, you will crawl, if I want you to die, you will die. Now..."

I looked over my shoulder at Vette who still hadn't done anything. I was hoping that I could get a small rise out of her at my comment on her species, but she kept an impassive face. Though I couldn't blame her, in the end were they really her people anymore. We had become so much more.

"I will be needing you to take me to your leader, you will not walk, you will not speak, you will crawl their like the dog you are." I silenced his friends as I waited for his response, they could ruin the whole moment. I could have of course messed with his mind with my powers, but this way was so much more...delectable.

He seemed to have a strong spirit as I saw the inner struggle that sprouted in his mind when he heard the words, but all I had to do was place my boot once again on his stomach and grind it in for him to start to waver.

The powerlessness he felt was starting to dominate his mind, I watched his eyes dim as my smile got wider. Finally after a full 2 minutes of silence he slowly nodded his head. A part of him died at that moment, his pride, and I revelled as I slowly took it away.

"Good puppy...now as a treat you can lick my boots." My grin turned predatory as he starred up at me in disbelief, for a second it turned to pure hatred and I reveled in the look, it always turned me on in just the right way to see that sort of look.

I was happy that he wasn't completely broken so easy; it would be fun to continue this later. As soon as the anger appeared it once again disappeared and I took my boot off his stomach and placed it before his face. Begrudgingly his tongue slowly came out before it started to caress my boot, my emotions running higher ever second I watched.

I made him continue that for another few minutes before I had him stop, I wonder how he will take my ideas to modify his lekku in the future. Oh the fun I will have.

As I made him crawl towards their village, I finally released their friends. The woman looked like she was about to scream something but the other male stopped her. My demonstration had hit home, I turned to them and I could see the love he had for the woman fueling his actions. He didn't want to see her in the same position so he stopped her. He was pretty smart for an insect.

I'll have to ask Master if I can keep these three, I haven't had any new toys in a long time.

A little giggle came out as we made our way, I stepped on my new puppy ever now and then for fun.