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Lost In Space (and time): Eternal Empire pt 1

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Vash had stood in the shower for a long while. Until the hot water had slowly changed to ice cold. Not that it bothered him. It was nothing in comparison to the dark side. Now more so then ever before, as the thought on it. When he was finally finished, he turned off the water and returned to the room.

He stood in the bedroom now. Stark naked. Unsure of what to do next, or what the next move should be. As he stood naked and wet beside the bed, he reached out with the force and called his weapon to his hand. The power of the dark side artifact suddenly filling his body once again. He could feel it wanting to connect with him in the force, wanting to show him something. A vision perhaps.

But then the door slide open and Clara would appear. Still in nothing but a cloak. The sight of them both must of seemed like a bad holo-porno. The thought made him smile as he asked. "What is it, my apprentice?"
 
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Silence.

"I uh.......uh..."

Clara's eyes looked up and down at her master, taking the sight of him in. She'd only seen it once before but the image was enough to bring up all those memories. Her words were lost to her until she realized he was waiting on her. Her face flushed and she looked away before deciding to instead bow swiftly and fall to one knee. Hanging her head with her hair draping over her face she could hide from his gaze. Oh kriff she hoped he didn't notice her staring at him.

"I uh...my lord. The time date. It's....it's...It's in the past you see. Somehow....we're in the past. Right uh....right.....right after the Clone Wars if memory serves."
 
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Vash used the force. Called the a robe to him, covering himself much like the Sith and Jedi robes of old. He then started to pace back and forth. His left hand behind him, weaon in hand. His right on his chin, rubbing it. As he continued to think about what had happened. The artifact calling to him on the lost planet. The sudden and earthquake.

The weapon, the staff called to him then. The bronze/gold hilt shifted back into the short staff with the blue green crystal. Once again in it's true form it's power was truly other worldly. The dark side flowed like an ocean from the artifact. The ocean of power would then suddenly suck back and push it's way into Vash. Not unlike the Sith often does to Clara.

"The dark side has chosen us, chosen me." he started to speak. His tone carried an echo. It pressed on Clara's natural fight or flight instinct. She would have to fight to stay in her Master's presents and not run out of fear. "To change history, to swing the balance of the force into total darkness, and create an empire of eternal power and control over the known verse."
 
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Clara could tell that something was bothering her master. He began to pace back and forth deep in thought. Clara didn't dare move from her spot. She could feel a presence in the Dark side unlike anything she ever felt before. Only when the staff changed forms did she finally look up. What was once a lightsaber hilt now was a long black staff. She could feel it's dark tendrils wrapping over her master while also forming a shielding bubble around him.

Fear started to well up inside her. Clara felt her lungs getting tight and her breath heavy and hot. She brought her hand up to her throat. Her face was sweating. She started to rise only to fall back into her butt. The pressure the staff was emitting was making the room feel like the gravity had been dialed up to a hundred. Clara was starting to panic. Her master spoke with a sinister voice echoed behind the power of the staff. Clara whimpered and started crawling back to the doorway.

Her back hit the wall and she stopped. Where was the door? She didn't dare look away from her master for if she did she feared he'd vanish from her sight. Like one of those horror films where the demon vanishes and then appears right in the middle of the screen. That's what she thought of when looking at her master now. He was a demon. And she was the helpless girl.

No sound came from Clara. She just stared, totally scared out of her wits. Her hands shook and her legs trembled while her skin turned white from the panic. Her eyes trembled looking over his form like he was some ghost from another world. If he expected a reaction from her or an opinion, he would get none. She was far too afraid of him.
 
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As Clara cowered into the wall, like a cornered frightened animal. The form of her Master would step closer. Step by step, thundering toward her. The dark side rolling over her, like waves pulling her under the tide. Until once again he loomed over her. Like a predator over a fresh kill. Clara would feel it's hunger, not for her but for her connection to the force. Her presents in it and the aura she exuded within.

But as quick as it showed itself to the Sith, it retreated. The power that both Sith felt would slide back into the staff, along with the feeling of dread that overtook Clara. Until Vash was once more himself and the staff made to look like a saber hilt once again.

Vash smiled a sinister grin. One that clearly showed his how pleased he was. For this was power he'd only heard of in legions. This was a weapon thought to be locked away by the Dark Lords of The Sith Empire. Those of his time, of their time as it were. Those who had turned away for the force in favor of superior tech. This was, the Darkstaff.

He activated the saber, unleashing an unstable blade, much more akin to a traditional long sword. The blade flash, snapped and hissed power. Vash would move back from Clara until he was once more at the center of the room. Taking a defensive stance, before swinging the blade in a few basic forums. As he did so, the weapon once more reached out with it's tendrils of dark energy. To bond with it's new Master.

When he was finally satisfied with the experience, Vash extinguished the blade. Finally placing it as hid side, where his old hilt once rested.

"Come apprentice." He commanded, as he waved a two fingers with his right hand for her to approach. Then continued, "Ready yourself and make arrangements for our travel. I have a feeling we should be expecting company soon."
 
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The demon came closer. He came for her with a thirst for her life. The Dark side of the staff wanted to consume her. Absorb her. Devour her. Clara cowered and hid her face behind her arms that crossed up over her. "No Master no!" she screamed.

She was terrified. Absolutely broken behind her cowardice. In a way it was pathetic to see. From his point of view at least. But this was the power of the staff on someone so small as her. There was no rhyme or reason. There was just fear in it's purest form. The saber ignited and she screamed with terror and clutched her arms to herself to hide away and make herself smaller. The buzzing of the blade was loud enough to make any other sounds fade away until she could hear her own heartbeat pounding in her ears.

With breath held she waited for her life to end. Why did he hesitate? Why did he tease her? She couldn't open her eyes. She was too scared. Thankfully the overpowering aura retreated until there was only herself and her master in the room. Clara continued to shake uncontrollably until she heard the sounds of the saber being swung around made her cry out and curl tighter against herself.

Like a paralyzed mouse in the sights of a screeching hawk she froze in place. Still her breath was stolen from her. She wanted to scream. She wanted to cry. She wanted to run. But she couldn't move. The blade then sank back into the hilt and Clara finally let out that gasp or air she'd been holding. She still could not open her eyes though. And she found herself shuddering silently, her warm breath making her arms chill and the hairs to rise up.

Her master's command called out to her instructing her to action. Her body moved before her mind could catch up. She whimpered and crawled to her feet to then rush past him into the refresher room. Her eyes couldn't even look up in his direction. Slamming the door behind her she leaned against the frame. Clara looked up to the ceiling amidst blurring eyes from tears.

What had she just experienced? How could her master be so terrifying? She knew he was strong. No, he was downright godlike. But now .....this staff changed everything. Clara couldn't even fathom a word for how strong he'd become. She couldn't even stand in his presence. This wasn't just some Dark Lord of the Sith. This was something else. Far more so than a god. Such a word that didn't exist to Clara's vocabulary. Such a concept shook her to her very core.

Slipping off the cloak she robotically made her way into the shower and turned the water on. It was freezing cold from her master's use of all the hot water. She didn't care. It woke her up. It brought her back to her senses. That staff was pure evil. She knew it now. Clara began to laugh. Not in a funny way, but in a creepy and hysteric way. A sound that would surely land her in some mental institution. She fell to her knees and pulled at her hair.

"My master. He who holds the staff. He's a monster. He's more than a God. He will change everything. He will destroy the world and bring a new order to be. And I....I get to witness it all."

She continued to laugh for another minute or so in her revelling psychotic break. Even after she stopped laughing she was still acting strange. The way she moved to clean herself off. The way she stepped out of the shower and dried off. Even as she stared into her reflection in the mirror she seemed off. But she had to get a hold on herself eventually.

Clara slapped her cheeks lightly hoping to get the blood flow back. She had to go back into the room with him. And it. That cursed item. Clara brushed the cloak away into a corner and wrapped a towel around her body then hastily walked into the bedroom heading to the door.

"I'm going to go find myself some clothes," she'd say rapid fire and was out the door into the hallway a second later. She didn't give him a chance to reply; but, they both knew he could stop her with little more than a thought.

In the hallway she took a breath to ensure her safety and that she was alive before rushing away to find the nearest being (either Jawa or Droid). After delegating her commands she returned to her master's side a few minutes later fully dressed in an old set of stolen armor. A bounty Hunter she supposed who'd fallen in battle somewhere on this dustbowl.
 
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As he watched Clara move away and do as he bit. Vash let his guard down a moment. Allowing his new reality to set in and take hold. As a Master of the dark side, he was indeed truly powerful with his connection to the force. But this was something all together different. This staff was power on a scale no one could fathom, less they held it themselves. And it craved more. He , craved more.

As Clara started the shower he could not resist the urge to feel her in the force, to listen to her. For many secretes are revealed when one believes themselves safe. He reached out with the force. Allowing himself to touch her mind. He could feel her, the emotions, the fear of his new power, the joy of her new service to such power, the hunger for power herself. He could feel her feel all of these things and what the proximity of the staff was doing to her.

"Mmm hmhmhmhm," he groaned, "How amusing."

He retreaded back to himself then. Satisfied. Clara's mind was cracking under the shock and awe of his new power, of the power of this weapon. She would not have the strength of mind to take it herself, at least not soon.

As Clara burst from the refresher to the retreat to the hall, he laughed. Almost cackling. He could indeed stopped her with little more then a word. But left her to her tasks. Instead retreating to his mind to think of the his next move.

The lords and Masters of this time would feel their arrival. Like rocks being tossed into a lake, their arrival would send ripples across the force. The first to seek then out would be the Jedi Master guarding the last light of the force. But he would not make a move unless provoked. Instead he would wait for his enemy to make a move. Sidious' fallen Jedi spies. Ghosts of their former selves.

When Clara returned, he had his plan set. "Good, lets get going. I think a drink is in order. If memory serves, Mos Eisley should do fine." He explained with an ire of amusement. They would leave the tower then. Making for the speeder that Clara had arranged for. Inside waiting for them was an old R5 unit.

Vash eased himself into the back of the craft. Allowing for his apprentice to drive. As they drove he allowed himself to unleash his aura in the force. To let it flow with the increased power of the Darkstaff. He wanted the force to feel what was to come.
 
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"Mos Eisley?" she repeated. Clara didn't understand what he was going after. She supposed they would find transport there. "Very well. I shall go see about getting transport."

Clara bowed her exit and left as hurried as before. The further she got from that infernal staff the better. A few minutes later they were seated in a speeder and on their way. Her hands gripped the wheel tightly to stop her hands from shaking. She could feel the staff prodding at her like a ghost haunting her every step. She wondered if her master was aware at how uneasy she was because of his new weapon.

As they drove, she felt her master's aura building. Giving away their location? Or, signalling their position to their allies. Would the Empire of this time accept them? She wasn't exactly a history major but she was pretty sure during this time the Rule of Two was a thing. She doubted the great Lord Vader would accept fellow Sith to rule beside him. Unless...

Clara looked behind her suddenly to her master. What was he thinking! Was he going to challenge Lord Vader? Did the staff really hold that much potential? Turning back around she scoffed. Of course it was. The very thing terrified her to the core. She couldn't even be in the room with it. Yes. Her master could do it. A wicked smile crooked on her lips. So this was his plan.

The space port started to approach in the distance and Clara slowed their speed until she arrived on the main road. Two speeders were up ahead of them, and Clara knew right away why traffic had stopped. There was an imperial blockade. Turning back around she looked to her master for an order.

"Master? The Empire."
 
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The ride over was rather quiet. At least inside the speeder. Outside however, was a different story. The sand and dust blew around them. Making a sound like a low hum as it continued to rake down the speeder. Also off in the distance, raiders could be heard. Perhaps seeing them from the peeks of the canyon, perhaps a different prize all together. It made little difference to Vash.

What did make a difference to him was the tension and fear within his apprentice. The unrestrained power unleashed by the revelation of the staff had cause Clara's foundation to him to be undermined, and while he enjoyed the feeling of her fear and cracking mentality. He could not suffer for her weakness.

As she looked to his he did not look at. Rather he simply smiled a sadistic evil grin. One that seemed to be a similar smile on her face as she returned to look at the path before them. Vash knew she was starting to understand his unspoken plan then.

Soon enough the city came into view. To no surprise of his own, the Empire had set up a check point. A couple of speeders and a dozen well armed troopers, still in clone wars era gear but Vash assumed they were not clones them selves. The last of those men were Vader's 501 battalion. If his history was correct.

Vash looked to Clara then as she voice what they both clearly knew, asking without asking. For her orders.

"I see them, go and say hello. Puppet." His thoughts, forming words in her mind. His will of course was to be followed without question or hesitation. And when she moved to do as she was instructed, she would feel his power retreat. He was still sitting in the speeder as she rose from it, but it felt like he was miles away. A tiny presents in the force.
 
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"As you wish, master," his loyal puppet replied.

Clara turned back around to face the front of the speeder as they slowly crawled into the port via the line ahead of them. The two cars ahead of them showed their identifications and were given entry so now it was their turn to pass the test. Clara scooted the speeder to the checker and set it in idle while the troopers eyed their vehicle for any sort of...hidden compartments perhaps? It was hard to tell what they were looking at with their helmets but the fact one leaned over to check underneath was a clear sign they were expecting something smuggled through.

"Please present identification," the trooper said through his helmet.

Clara looked to her right to the man and said matter of factly, "I am Clara Cole of the Imperial Sith Army. On behalf of my master you will bid us entry."

It was no surprise the man didn't recognize the word "Sith" but he didn't expect to see anyone come through who was part of their faction. Not on this planet. As far as their battalion knew they were the only ones here as they'd come specifically from Lord Vader's cruiser still in orbit.

"Do you have your identification confirming that?" the trooper said with no apparent loss of doubt.

Clara did not seem phased, "Perhaps you didn't hear me, trooper. I am a Sith apprentice, working on behalf of a Sith Lord. The most powerful Sith Lord in the galaxy. You will let us pass or I will relieve you of your post."

The guards did not appreciate the threat. Drawing his blaster -the others followed suit- the trooper would say with aggression, "Alright hands up. This is your last warning."

With a quick blur of speed Clara rolled out of the speeder to her left and spun around to stand. Her left hand came up and with a pull to her left the three guards furthest to their right side were tossed aside like something had just rammed into them. At the same time, her saber -her master's saber- snapped to life and she used it to block the main trooper's shot. The laser sailed right back at him knocking his gun from his grasp.

Using the same rush of speed Clara flickered in and out of visibility as she rushed around the speeder and knocked the captain back with a well placed boot to his chest. Her red saber then flashed in an vertical arc as she blocked two more of the remaining troopers' blasts. Taking a step forward in their direction to turn, Clara's left arm came up again and hit the last few troopers with another concussive blast. They went sailing with a cry of surprise.

Vash would feel the power drawing within Clara now. It had only been a few seconds since this pathetic show of a battle started, but already she had risen to call its name. The Dark side was yearning to be used. It begged to instill fear into others. Perhaps it was the staff wishing to change its own destiny? Perhaps it was the absence of Light this side of the galaxy. Either way, Clara drew from that nature far easier than she had before.

The main guard started to rise and Clara was upon him with another blink. Her hand wrapped around his throat and with supernatural strength she lifted him from the ground while crushing his windpipe in her grasp. Her eyes began to turn red as the Dark side flowed into her. But instead of a cold snap it reacted to her like fire. Her veins in her face even started to glow as if liquid magma was running through them. Like the time on Nar Shaddaa, and more recently in the cave where they'd found the Dark Staff, fire began to sprout from the girl's clothes.

But it didn't stay on her this time. With more control she would move those flames up her arm and onto the armor of the Imperial captain. Her face turned a true sadistic and vile nature only akin to a Sith while the troopers screamed and began to burn alive until there was nothing more of him than ash on the wind.


The spaceport had turned eerily quiet. All of the nearby onlookers stood with fear as they'd watched the man be disintegrated by someone's own hand (as opposed to a weapon). Even the other troopers who could still perfectly shoot her down were still. Clara stood above the ashen remains as she waited to see who dared question her resolve. None rose to the challenge. Slowly she walked back to her side of the speeder before returning the weapon to her hip and jumping over the door to her seat.

"Move along, trooper," she said with a commanding voice.

The men got to their feet and stepped aside so Clara could continue their entrance into Mos Eisley. Her eyes were locked on the road and she drove them further away from the gate and towards what she hoped was a tavern. As she drove, the reddish aura she'd given off would fade and her hair would settle again -as much as it could being blown in the wind. At least it no longer looked like she was made of fire.

Parking the shuttle Clara found that suddenly she couldn't move. Her hands were glued to the wheel. A sort of trembling fear came over her. The realization of what she'd just done startled her. It all happened so fast she wondered if it was even her acting them out.
 
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Vash sits back, feigning a careless demeanor. When in fact he was he was looking in with great interest and intent. He had given Clara an open invitation to test her ability. Because that's what it was, a test.

He listened and watched with great interest as Clara announced their allegiance to the Sith Empire, of their time. Roughly more then a thousand years after this time. If his history was correct. In any case, Vash was not surprised by the strom tropper's reaction. None of this time knew of the word Sith in the Clone Wars. The Jedi never explained who their true enemy was. The clones believed they were fighting for a better galaxy, not a war of light and dark. When Sidious took power he mostly hid, allowing Vader and those of the Inquisition to do much of the work.

In Vash's opinion, and the opinion of many within the dark side after the fall of the Empire. Sidious was a fool and grew lazy and complaisant. If the light did not rise to meet his power, Vader would have soon enough. But this was all the theory of his own. One he would test later.

In the meantime. Clara had provoked the reaction that Vash intended. Raising alarm. Now the test, and his apprentice did not disappoint. He felt the force being drawn to her. Her connection and power growing stronger. Vash could even feel the pull of the staff. The instrument of the rule of two. A rule long forgotten by the Sith and Empire of their time. A rule that Vash knew, as he felt his apprentice in the force, that he must enforce now.

He expected a show of power, a great use of the dark side. He knew as well her proficiency with pyrokinesis. However he did not expect the growth of her ability in such a short time. Vash was impressed, but also rightfully concerned at such incredible growth. He would have to increase her conditioning to ensure her loyalty.

When the show and test were over, they continued inside the city. The Sith took stock. His plan was well underway. The ripples had been sent across the force. Though it was perhaps Vader's ship above. Vash felt nothing of the power he expected from the last of the Jedi who free falled to become one of the most powerful users of the dark side.

Instead he felt something far from it, But expected. The Inquisition, dark jedi who were fallen but not steeped in the darkness as he and his apprentice were. Vash also felt the light. A dot on the far side of the ocean of force energy. The last guardian of light.

He stood, stepped out of the speeder and walked toward the center of the city. Careless to Clara's seemingly stuck hands at the controls of the speeder.

"When you manage to free yourself, I will require a drink apprentice." He said, walking away.

He walked toward the center. Once again letting the dark side flow from him. The staff in hilt form, multiplying his power exponentially. The ripples in the fore, like a landslide falling after Clara's stones were cast into the resting body of the galaxy. Once at the center of the town. He knelt down, into a meditative position.
 
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Her master up and left the speeder only to speak back over his shoulder as it were to the redhead. Clara snapped out of her daze and pried her hands from the wheel. "Yes sir. Sorry sir."

Standing up she left the vehicle and instructed the R5 unit to make sure no one tried anything suspicious with their ride. Now the big question, where was she supposed to buy a drink? Technically speaking any place could sell her a beverage but she wasn't sure about getting a bottle. Also, she didn't want to buy from a bar because they'd charge her a ridiculous amount. She needed some sort of market. Was there any such establishment in this rundown city? Had to be.

The next problem, how was she even going to pay for such a bottle? As a Sith she was used to just taking whatever she wanted; that was their way. Her family had plenty of money and credits to get them food whenever but would their future credits be any good? Not that she had any anyways, everything she owned was on her ship which was back......oh kriff. Her ship. It was in the future still. She really did have nothing.

There were only a handful of options left to the girl. Steal some, or just steal the bottle. Use force to do either. Or gamble it fairly. Well....fair enough for their needs. As loud as her master was being within the Force, they hadn't actually alerted any of the local authorities and Clara wasn't in a rush to get into a gun fight with some backwater thugs. This was the safest measure. Albeit not the quickest.

But her master's taunt to those in the solar system would not go unnoticed. As Clara went off to find him his drink another Force user would come to investigate this dusty hive of scum and villainy. Vash would feel it immediately. A Sith shuttle would come out of the atmosphere and come to land in the center of the city. It had been on its way since they first started driving in the speeder earlier, but they only arrived here just now. The shuttle landed and a troop of black armored troopers descended the ramp. Behind them, a woman in wearing a gray and black outfit, complete with black cape and helmet. On her hip was one of the most lethal weapons any warrior could use: a ligthsaber. This particular one had a duel blade and a little surprise for her enemies as the blades rotated as well.

The woman was an Inquisitor, a member of Darth Vader's hunting squad who targeted Force users. Her real name, Trilla Suduri, but more specifically the Second Sister. She left the hangar making a beeline for the center where the meditating master of the Dark was waiting for them. Upon coming to the square she gave a few hand gestures for them to seek out and surround the target while she came up to his front. Given the fact he wasn't running away meant he knew she was coming. So she wasn't going to waste either of their times trying to sneak up.

"You're a long way from the Empire, Force user."


 
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He was amused by the sudden shift and scatter brained way that Clara started to move. The task was simple. Effortless really. Yet he could feel in the force how mixed up she was. The dark side provided, all she needed to do was use it. In any way she could see fit. she was a demigod among mortal men. It was time she acted like it.

He continued to watch his apprentice move in the force, like a puppet on strings. She danced around. Until he felt it. The rival of the other dark sider. Vader's force hunters, the inquisition.

As the shuttle opened and the ramp lowered, he could feel the modest aura of this "sister". In Vash and clara's future little is known of these hunters, only that they were the attack dogs created by Sidius and under the command of Vader. The suspect was they were fallen Jedi, tormented and tortured by the dark side. Until finally, surrender.

The sister strode toward him. The dark troopers moving to flank. Vash did nothing to move, to show fear or withdraw. This was yet another test, this one his to take. This time and era of the galaxy had some of the most powerful force users ever known. All of them would seek out the staff for one reason or another and all of them were potentially power for it to feed on. The test would be if he could control it and use it to feed himself.

"You truly have no idea how right you are," he replied. "Sister is it? You may call me.....hmm, Darth Sin"

With that he stood up slowly, allowing the makeshift cloak to fall free to the dusty ground. The gold hilt of his saber would gleam off the sunlight and Sin now took it in hand but did not lift the weapon, yet.
 
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Leaving the speeder behind Clara turned to what appeared to be a cantina the redhead entered and strode down the stairs to the smoke filled lounge. She looked around and saw all sorts of alien races intermingling. A few humans were spread out but the majority were alien. She walked about trying not to notice the sets of eyes watching her. There in the back sat her prey: a small table of aliens gambling in Sabaac. Clara walked over, pulled a seat up and sat down, then dropped her metal saber onto the table with a thud.

"Deal me in, boys." To no surprise, they were stunned. A few of them slowly reached for their weapons on their hilts. Clara seemed not to notice. "What's wrong, boys? Don't let girls play? I'm sure it'll be an easy win. I found this old looking thing in a scrapyard a few streets down. Figured it's enough for a few hands. Now come on, deal me in."

Almost as if she was expecting a fight to break out, a green Twi'lek waitress came over to mediate the situation and dissolve it before anyone exploded. "Something to drink, darling?"

Clara turned to face her over her chair and then looked back over the bar, "Yeah my friends over here are going to buy me that nice looking bottle up there on the top shelf. When they lose of course. So if you could go ahead and wrap that up for me?"

"I uh......." the waitress stumbled over her words as she looked back and forth to girl and the men at the table. "As you wish," she'd hastily reply and then rushed off to explain the situation to the stuck-up looking bartender behind the counter.

"You've got a lot of nerve, girl," one of the men said to Clara.

Clara would then turn back around and smirk, "Aww. Now don't be like that. Come on, let's play. Clean me out if you're so confident."

"We a'int buying you no bottle," one of the alien races spoke in their tongue.

As she stared at the lot of them Clara rapped her nails against the metal of the saber, "Maybe you don't realize what this device is. This is a long lost laser sword. A weapon of the Jedi many years ago. The Empire would pay handsomely for such a trinket. I've got....kind of a black record with them so I can't pawn it off myself. That, and I want a drink. So come ooooon!" Clara was practically begging them now, a totally different personality than her master would ever see.

"Fine," the leader said with some annoyance.

Outside, the second Sister would grab for her saber and extend one end of the red beam, "Calling yourself a Darth is herecy towards the one Emperor. Even we his children do not dare address ourselves as such. Toss over your blade and surrender to us. Or we will use force."

The Dark side began to grow within her as she summoned her most faithful ally. But she didn't know there was a new master calling the shots now. The Dark would fail her today. Her troopers began to move in closer all with their guns trained on him. Vash would feel the very real threat coming from all sides. These troopers were no push over. They'd been trained to take out Force users. It was their sole purpose. Even with his new staff, he would be in for a fight.
 
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The more this sister talked the more she irritated him. She, like the rest of her hunters, were little more the fallen jedi. They had not embraced the dark like he had, like her Masters had. Even before he found this staff he could of taken this brat. The Darkstaff would just make it a little more fun.

The sister tried to call the force to her, with limited success. Then came toward Sin with her red blade ready. At the same time her troopers moved to continue to flank him from the side.

The self proclaimed Dark Lord would jump up from his meditation to a resting knee. In a blink the dark side would bend to his will and come to him, like a building tsunami. He would focus that power into his right hand, slamming his fist into the ground. Unleashing a shockwave that would break the ground around him and cast it into all directions. Intending to send the troopers ass over head as they were thrown from where they stood.

Sin would then activate his blade, stand like a tower, and then march toward the sister. "The dark side has chosen me to change the galaxy. If you think you have the will and power to take my weapon little one, them come and take it."
 

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