Play Testers Wanted Pt. 07

Crack!

I saw stars when he slammed the butt of his energy rifle against the back of my skull.

"He did not ask you if you were an engineer." The droid snapped. "Keep answers short and to the point. Get up."

I staggered to my feet and pondered short circuiting him and his lethal looking friend. It would only bring trouble to the Krenn family. I didn't want that. I needed an alliance. I kept my silence and my temper.

"I could use a gifted engineer." Tyllen stated to the droids. "I will officially take this fine Sith and his droid into my employ. They will be my responsibility."

"Your terms are acceptable. We will move the vessel to your family's portion of the space port. Inform your new employee of the rules. I suspect he has been on his own far too long."

The droids turned and left. Once the double doors closed Tyllen's demeanor changed instantly. He was apologetic and told me a gifted master of the dark side should be better treated. He accepted my name without question and that is how I entered the employ of the Krenn clan. I was treated like family much to the disdain of Tyllen's eldest son who was himself a potent Force user. My first act was to retrieve Death Kiss from the catamaran. My only concern was that and securing my holocrons.

"How can I be of service to you and your family? I have spent long years in the wilderness and am eager for the company of my peers again."

"Your arrival is fortuitous," He replied stroking his facial tentacle the way a human might a moustache. "Xim is always looking for new and deadlier designs for his star fighters. I have living and working quarters being prepared as we speak."

"Thank you, my lord. May I ask a humble favor?"

"Ask and I will see what I can do." He replied smiling.

"I have heard of your family's garden." I began and he eagerly directed me up a flight of stairs.

I followed him to the rear of the building where a balcony looked out over a meticulously maintained and manicured garden. He pointed out each bloom by its noble and vulgar name. I had struck at the core of his passion. It was a great swirling design that encompassed most of the walled in space created for it. The only thing that broke up the blooms was a single small stone pylon. When I remarked upon that again he became quite animated and informed me that the founder of his family had brought it back as a sign of conquest half a millennium ago. The garden and the pylon were inexorably linked he said. I wondered why.

I dined with the family while Traci stood patiently recharging in my rooms holding onto Death Kiss for me. The conversation never reached what I would call stimulating. Well, that was until dessert was served and Tyrell, son of Tyllen, lost his patience.

"Damn it father!" He cursed the Force spiking in him like a blazing inferno. "Ask him! Why don't you ask him?"

"My son is strong in the dark side," Tyllen said quite coolly. "What he lacks is patience. I fear that temper of his will get him killed before he has a chance to inherit."

"What troubles your heart fierce Tyrell? Ask and I will answer if I can."

"Did you murder the Lady Sadow and her son?" He asked his copper eyes flashing with power.

"I will answer but first answer this question for me." I calmly replied and he nodded. "Does it not benefit your clan with the death of the Lady and her son?" He sat back and pondered my question. A slow smile spread on his lips and he nodded. "Need I answer your question now?"

"I withdraw my question out of friendship sake." Tyrell purred.

"Thrice blessed be the House of Kressh!" Tyllen declared joyfully. "You have done what I have failed to do. I see the first inkling of wisdom in his eyes. You have my thanks. Now I ask a favor friend Kressh. Take my son under your care, for say six months, and see if you might pour more wisdom into his fiery spirit."

"How do you feel about this Tyrell?" I asked.

"I will give you a week. If you can impress me in a week I will in good faith enter into your tutelage." He haughtily replied.

"That will not do." I fired back. "I take it you consider yourself a skilled swordsman."

"I do indeed." He said his temper rising again.

"Good. Let us settle it now. Bring two training sabers. If you can land a single blow, I will call you master. If I can land three then you will do likewise. What say you volcanic Tyrell?"

"Now we are speaking the language of the Sith! I accept noble lord."

"I warn you friend Kressh my son has had the best instructors within the confines of the city." Tyllen declared.

"Sadly, I have spent all of my education in the wilderness." I replied and that worried the father but not the son.

A slave brought in a pair of training sabers and we each took one. I smiled when he settled into the ready stance for the more aggressive style of Makashi. I took up the stance for Soresu, a more defensive style. I wished to study the young Sith. The slave held up a blue cloth once we stated our readiness it was dropped. Tyrell's eyes were locked onto the cloth and its path. I watched him and waited for his aggressive assault. I wasn't disappointed. With a snarl he launched himself at me and instead of lightly sidestepping and sending him sprawling I locked blades with him. His blood was up, and his training was quite evident.

It was clear he wanted a quick clean victory. He wasn't going to get it. We circled and I pressed his footwork, balance, speed, and patience. Three out of four isn't bad. Once he was denied that victory he turned to brute force. Now was the time for speed and balance to rule the field. His sudden riposte took me by surprise, but a quick retreat threw him off balance. He over compensated and back peddled into one of the room's support columns. His rage flared and I switched to form two and met his aggressive form. Our weapons slammed against each other now and I when he took a double handed grip on his weapon, I switched back to the defensive form mid strike and he noticed. Once more he was startled. I didn't need to land a single blow to beat him.

"Wasteland master eh?" Tyrell gasped. "How many forms do you know?"

"More than four." I admitted and he demanded proof. I gave it to him. I switched to the eighth and last form I had learned. He didn't recognize it. "Come on then."

"I yield!" Tyrell declared and there were gasps of surprise. "Teach me Master!"

"I have not been contracted as a weapons master. I am but a humble engineer." I replied.

"You have taught me humility this night." Tyrell said and declared me the winner.

I handed off my weapon when the little shit struck out. I was forced to throw up a shield. When his blade struck it his bravado finally shattered. To teach him a lesson I touched his mind and awakened a minor fear. Just enough for him to learn humility as he cried out and dropped his weapon. I feared instead of gaining a student I had created an enemy. Damn!

A slave offered to show me to my rooms. I left so the family could discuss Tyrell's behavior. The sensation came out of nowhere. It was like walking into cobwebs. Something intangible brushed against my thoughts. I brought up my defenses and the sensation withdrew.

"Who is the spider casting his web?" I muttered but the slave remained silent. "Your fear is a palpable thing."

"Such is the life of a slave." She replied with head down and eyes lowered.

"Well said. Thank you for your kindness."

"I do not deserve such high praise lord slayer." She stated and I looked at her again.

"Explain your words." I demanded.

"I have only recently come into Master Tyllen's service. Previously I served a lady. Upon her death I was sold. I was serving her the night she 'perished'. Many overlook the least and we often see more than is intended. I witnessed a darkness given birth. I wasn't always a slave. My father before his death was a gifted alchemist. I have seen such rituals before. I want to serve you. I will be loyal. These are your rooms, shall I run you a bath?" She asked her voice no longer timid but hungry and sensuous.

"Get to it! I haven't had a hot bath in ages. I have been forced to bathe beneath icy cold waterfalls."

She opened the double doors revealing the princely accommodations. Traci powered up and across her arms was nestled Death Kiss. I closed the doors and my first action was to take my tools from my inventory. I removed Traci's restraining bolt and with her help deactivated it. I placed it back on her torso so that it only appeared that she could be controlled. I heard the soft sound of motors working. A large wooden tub rose from its hiding place in the floor. With a few hand passes water bubbled up from the bottom of the tub filling it.

"Would Master like me to scrub his back?" She purred.

"About damn time you got some," Traci giggled. "I am tired of being your bitch." She joked but the slave was so sure.

"That was a joke. A bad one. But a joke nonetheless." I said as I stripped down.

"Master is generous." She growled as she removed her pale blue rags. Did she mean my attention to her or the dimensions of my cock?

I slipped into the hot water and the slave sat opposite of me. She produced herbal scents and dropped them into the water. The pleasant aroma had a relaxing effect. The slave began rubbing my feet and slowly working her way up. I was in no hurry.

"How did you father die?"

"He was betrayed and murdered by something... I saw his corpse. I've never seen anything like it before. Something ripped his skull open and emptied it out. I never learned who destroyed him. One day perhaps, until then I survive and if fate is kind, I will hunt it down and slowly take its life." She said with such bitterness.

"During one of my trials I entered a cave with strange winged creatures. Could it be one of them?" I asked and she shook her head.

"Shyracks don't leave wounds like that, Master is kind to offer up possibilities. Thank you." She said as her hands went from my inner thigh to my erection. "Finally! So manly an organ you possess. May I?"

"Be gentle." I chuckled as both hands worked my cock.

"I was sent to Sanctuary for training. I learned many pleasant things there. If there is something you want, I will gladly provide it. So stiff! Tell me how my breasts feel." She said as she sat in my lap. My cock slid just below her feminine slit.

Her scarlet skin was free of blemish and that seemed to lead credence to her story. She might not have always been a slave. She was slim of build which made her breasts appear larger and her areolas were a soft pink that contrasted nicely against her dark flesh. She placed my hands on her tits and leaned down to kiss me. She rocked her hips slowly as our tongues dueled. I played with her breasts as she lifted her hips, took me in hand, and impaled her body.

"Master's cock is inside my unworthy body."

I lowered my mouth to one of her nipples so I could suckle and lightly bite it. She gasped and rode me slowly. I sensed something was missing. I took a guess and pinched her nipple and gave it a save twist. The slave's back arched as she climaxed. Bingo! The girl was a masochist. I was okay playing the sadist. I grabbed her by the throat let my fangs drop and fed from her. One orgasm crashed into another. I felt the psychic bond form and licked the wound.

"You are mine." I whispered in her ear. "You are my eyes and ears."

"I am yours body and soul." She whimpered. "Break my ass please... I need it."

We stood so I could appreciate her beauty the better. She gripped the head of the tub for leverage, took as wide a stance as she was able, and thrust her round ass for my attention.

"I adore the dimples." I told her as I pulled her cheeks apart and eased two digits into her ass.

She thrust her hips against my hand to display her eagerness. I withdrew my fingers and placed my cock against her sphincter. The slave pushed back hard driving me halfway inside of her without prompting. That must have stung like a bitch. The head of my cock is rather robust, and she took it with little complaint. I slammed my hips against her, and she howled as she climaxed. She was a little orgasm factory. I wonder if all female Sith were like her. I pounded the living hell out of her, and she praised me for it. I cupped both her tits in my hands and loved the way they felt in my hands.

"Close." I growled as the doors swung open and one of Tyllen's female relatives walked in unannounced. I continued fucking the slave while she watched. I thrust one more time and buried my cock to the hilt as I came. "Damn, I needed that! Come on in, the water is fine." I suggested as I pulled out and sent the slave scurrying with a slap on her ass.

"Nice." The newcomer commented seeing my erection.

"Thanks, I try to feed it regularly, but uh sometimes it goes hungry." I replied. "Care for a lick?"

"No. My husband would be obligated to murder you." She laughed. "Though, if I were to be unfaithful that is a cock worth doing it over."

I sat in the tub to soak. I gestured for her to sit. I told her I wasn't done with my bath. She sat and watched me wash up.

"So, what's on your mind... I don't believe we've been introduced. I am Saijar Kressh."

"I am Dyndell Krenn, Tyllen is my father. I want you to leave before you destroy my brother." She purred. "He is immature but strong. If he is given time, he will make a fine heir for my father."

"How long have you been fucking him?" I asked and she flinched. "No, I didn't read your thoughts. I am a good judge of people. When you thought of him your nipples popped like flash grenades. I can also smell your arousal from here. I don't want a conflict with Tyrell. If I kill him, and trust me, if we cross blades again, I will cut him down. I just got back to civilization and I don't want this kind of petty shit."

"What makes you think you can kill my brother?" She purred. This crazy bitch was getting off on the thought of me offing her sibling.

"This." I whispered and activated Force drain. "Your pussy is soaked." I moaned and she whimpered as her aura shimmered into existence. "Give it to me." I urged as the tendrils of her lifeforce slithered through the air. I tasted her essence and it was dark, twisted, and sweet. Her lust was so easy to tap into. I let it build just as I had with the large herd animal. "You can touch yourself if you want."

"Yes." Dyndell groaned as her fingers slid between her legs. "That's it."

"Master." Traci whispered breaking through the hunger.

"Shit! Thanks Traci." I said severing the connection but not before she climaxed. "Well, that was nice."

"So weak, but good!" She whimpered.

"Go fuck your brother so I can get a good night's rest." I suggested and she took that suggestion to heart.

I watched Dyndell saunter out of my room clearly on the prowl. I could've tapped that but then I could stick my dick in a hornet's nest too. It was just as dangerous.

"That was fucking close." Traci laughed. "You are getting better at that."

"I know. I want you on guard mode while I meditate. I don't dare sleep in this place. What do you make of the slave's story? Her father's death."

"No clue. I have nothing on record that matches that kind of attack. You?"

"Nope. Scary as all hell though." I shivered. "I am keeping DK close from now on."

"A wise tactic Master." Traci purred.

I got out of the bath and dried off. I was still aroused but it would have to wait. I slipped into the pale blue robes set out for me. I sat in the middle of the ten-foot square mattress that rose from the floor just as the bathtub had. Traci drained the tub and it sunk away freeing up the space for other functions. The entire space was modular and functioned for whoever lived here. I closed my eyes and easily sunk into a meditative state. I felt Traci place Death Kiss in front of me and a sense of peace settled over me. I failed to touch the light side of the Force in this place. Here there was only hunger, anger, and a desire for power. I hadn't forgotten the attempt to probe my thoughts. Had it been Tyllen? It was far too subtle for Tyrell. Was there another player hiding in the shadows of the House of Krenn? Yes.

Energized and restored I opened my eyes and decided to seek out Tyllen and ask what he needed of me and get details. I went to the bank of tall thin windows and reached for the control that would open the blinds and let in the sun. A stray sliver of sunlight touched my hand and I snatched it back in pain. I hissed and felt my fangs drop down involuntarily. I was out of balance and my vampiric nature was taking over. I changed into my dark robes, pulled up the hood, and slid on a pair of gloves that went with the robes. Shit! I didn't like this unexpected turn of events. I needed to rebalance myself, but I needed to leave this place and find a quiet peaceful location to meditate but that didn't seem likely.

"Friend Kressh," Tyllen called out as he entered. "I see you are awake. Good! Take your morning meal with me."

"I am glad you still look favorably upon me Friend Krenn." I replied.

"My son is headstrong and must learn to harness his anger. He has so much potential I don't want to see it wasted." He repeated the prior evenings concerns almost word for word. I found that strangely odd. "You didn't find her attractive?"

"Excuse me. I don't understand."

"My daughter. I sent her as a gift to mend fences as it were. Was she not appealing?" He asked.

"She is lovely, and she didn't mention that you sent her. I didn't realize." I admitted. "I have been in the wilderness too long for subtleties. Do not take offense."

"No offense Kressh. Tonight, will be without confusion I hope." He said smiling as we entered a new room. "I dine here sometimes. It was decorated by my father. I find the art soothing."

The dark paneling was covered in the same wave designs I had seen in the hidden room where I had retrieved the second Rakatan holocron. This chamber was far less subtle with the obvious tentacles blended into the waves. Along with the rippling appendages were pale eyes with strange triangular pupils. He found this soothing, yikes. I asked him about the panels.

"My grandfather, an artist and gifted sorcerer, designed this room. We were close before his death."

"I hate to ask, but how did he die?" I queried and he paused as he pondered whether to share or not.

"Ah, the cook promised me a special meal for your first day of work." He clumsily dodged the question.

We ate and I observed how he seemed to gaze upon the striking art with something akin to worship. It could have simply been that he missed his dead relative but somehow, I doubted it. The slaves moved unseen in and out of the room. There were as silent as ghosts and it took a measure of concentration to keep them in mind.

'Ignore them.' The voice whispered. 'There are beneath your notice.'

I touched the wrist of the next slave that took my current dish only to replace it with something new. I thanked her and the spell was broken. The voice growled as Tyllen blinked and smiled.

"Oh yes, thank you." He stated after the fact and then blurted out. "He was killed."

"Not murder... simply killed." I stated seeking more information.

"Simply? No, the wound was quite unique." He said and I felt my body tense as he continued. "Something ripped the top of his head off and well, emptied it out of its contents. The wound was carefully scanned, and no tools or weapons technology was discovered. The attack was solely biological in nature."

"So, tooth and claws then." I added sensing a teaser of information left unspoken.

"After a fashion I suppose," Tyllen mused. "They found strange contusions all over the remaining skull, jaw line, and fractured cheek bones. Unusual don't you think?"

"Absolutely. It is like something latched on and well did its thing." I stated with a shudder. "Not a pleasant way to go."