Disturbance in the Force I

Slowly the Third Sister's eyes opened. Their sights immediately greeted by the off-black ceiling, the artificial lumiscient white lights. A frown decorated her lips, rage filled her delicate eyes which morphed and became bright red and yellow hued monstrosities.

Sitting up she found herself in a pale alabaster grey jumpsuit, bare feet and bare hands. There were no cuffs. Her eyes wandered along the cell in which she had found herself in. She could feel the presence of the newly crowned Emperor, his Empress and thousands of others in close quarters.

She was on board a ship. She didn't feel the connection of a planet, except for one which was quite the distance away. "You thought you could hold me here..." She muttered as she looked over toward the corner of the room as she saw a pair of neural cuffs.

"Tch..." From there she could tell she was part of someone's plan. A plan she didn't know, and a person she was unlikely to ever meet.

Raising from the bland thin mattress in her lovely 'apartment,' she found herself on her feet and walking over to the energy field which kept her locked away. She glanced down both directions of the corridor belonging to the brig.

She growled lowly, there was no one patrolling that she could manipulate in order to get the field down. That was no matter. She could feel the location of the Emperor as he moved through the corridors.

She could sense where his final destination would be. He was heading towards the main hangar to greet a shuttle of personnel which were coming in for a landing. She felt death in the distance, dying. She paid it no mind.

Placing her hand on the wall adjacent to the panel on the other side of the energy field in which she stood. She could feel the energies surging through the circuits from within the wall, keeping her trapped. Closing her eyes, she would lull her head forward, resting it against the cold metal wall. To anyone watching that didn't have the force in their arsenal, might assume she was giving up and giving into despair.

However within seconds, almost a mere minute, the field collapsed and the doorway was open for her to escape.

...

The Emperor transversed the corridors with his wife at his side. He wore a blank smile on his face, a professional stride with stiff shoulders and prideful steps. A handful of troops escorted them, six of them in total. They wore their iconic navy blue armor with their crescent shaped visors.

They entered the hangar, Tobias stared forward. His blank smile on his lips slowly faded away as he felt something strange. A disturbance in the force. This was not something he had immediately foreseen.

It appears that his prisoner had escaped custody. Yet where was his apprentice? He glanced around the hangar and pursed his lips.

"Tobias, My Emperor?" Sosha looked up at him as she instinctively felt his distress as she had one of his arms grasped within her small hands. He had become tense, alert, as if they were going to be struck in his own ship.

"It's nothing..." Tobias lied through his teeth as he heard her and sensed her own confusion and worry. The lights then flickered which caught everyone's attention. It was a large ship, so this wasn't something out of the ordinary. Flickering lights often shown that there was either a spike in the power output or a loss.

Since it corrected itself quickly enough, there was no real need to worry.

The blast doors on the port side of the hangar opened and his eyes immediately locked onto the two figures which stood there. One of them had white hair, the other was a brunette.

What was this? He could feel the bloodlust within the one which could be identified as the Third Sister. The other one however, was his Apprentice. The cold smile she held over her lips seemed a bit indifferent, yet something calculating and smelled like betrayal.

How come his system didn't warn him? How come he didn't check it? He frowned visibly as the two began walking towards them from a long distance. His eyes then turned towards the shuttle which was coming in for a landing.

His eyes locked on Ree and Randd through the cockpit's viewport. They were finally here. The question was, what was going to happen next?

Turning his head to face the incoming duo, his ears perked at the sound of two lightsabers igniting. Both Kraytia and the former inquisitor had lightsabers at the ready.

That's when he growled and called out, "What is the meaning of this?!"

Kraytia's smile grew increasingly wide, something that was uncharacteristic of her in accord to her known physical and emotional expressions.

His eye twitched slightly seeing this, it seemed she had reverted toward her path as a Dark Jedi. The question was, why and how? However, that was not something he saw he could figure out just yet. Unless, yes, he had a hypothesis. Kraytia wasn't in the original trilogy, expanded universe or the new mainstream timeline.

Tobias drew a lightsaber from within his uniform sleeve, bringing it to his hand through the force. It looked like a generic hilt, mass produced. He ignited the lightsaber as he lightly shoved his Empress off his arm and stumbling into their escort. "Get her back inside, guard her with your life."

"Aye, sir!" They responded and quickly began to escort the now rather disgruntled Empress began to struggle against their pushes and nudges.

Sosha cried out in opposition, "Tobias!" She didn't want to leave his side. They hadn't been married for very long. It only only been what, a few days?

Her eyes locked on a flying object however as she fell silent, watching as an unmanned TIE predator was tossed into the air by the two combatants towards her and the escorts. Only seconds later she felt an invisible energy push her and at least half the escort through an open blast door of the central corridor.

There was the sickening sound of three armored soldiers being crushed by the unmanned fighter, the shattering of its cockpit and the sound of it continuing to roll along the hangar's main deck.

The smell of iron, blood, filled the air as the Emperor watched the Empress scramble to her feet. Yet before she could run out to join him once more, the blast doors sealed her into the corridor. At this moment she would be a weakness in combat. Especially with these two individuals coming after him.

His attention returned to the former Jedi and the former Inquisitor. He spun the hilt between his fingers, wirlingh is wrist as if he were in one of those flashy star wars films from his reality. From his understanding of these two. Kraytia will keep him at a distance and the sister will try to close the gap.

It was the best combination for switch combat. At least she didn't have a saber pike.

The Lambda shuttle was thus ordered by Hangar control to land on the starboard side of the main hangar and report immediately to the bridge. The shuttle made its way to the other side of the hangar and began to touch down.

In his mind, in Tobias's mind, there was a flash of an image. The image consisted of a familiar figure in a black cloak. His eyes remained on the two female figures making their way over towards him.

"I see.." He muttered quietly to himself as his eyes narrowed on the Dark Jedi.

Raising his blade into an Ataru Stance with both hands grasping the hilt tightly with his left elbow away from his central mass and his right held at a right angle. His right leg was also two paces forward, while his left rested behind him. He held a dominant and strong posture.

Kraytia paused on her advancement, her wide grin and overtly shown expression seemed to become confused. From all her time with this man, she had known him to use the unorthodox methods of using a lightsaber. And yet, he was suddenly taking a known lightsaber form as his stance? A tingling sensation breached the back of her head, telling her not to advance. Yet she knew, even if she didn't, those eyes of his had already branded her a traitor.

"My Empire has been foreseen... I didn't save you, did I?"

Kraytia could hear the earth shattering tone he used, as if he had been not only betrayed and used, but that he had figured that she had never once given him her true loyalty. This had all been a setup.

"You should have left me in that casket, Tobias Rune, My dear Emperor," Kraytia spat out at him as she lagged behind the Third Sister, counting her paces. They were getting ready, it was almost time to pounce.