#AU Lord Lakadimos

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It had been a month since Lak had returned for good to Dromund Kaas. She had gone to the regular family dinner the first week back but had missed the last three. Withdrawing into herself she had stayed home when not at work or at the victory parade. Reintegrating herself into society after over 18 months at war had become far more difficult than she had anticipated. Her parents hadn’t pushed her about what was going on...yet. She knew it was only a matter of time and it was a conversation she did not want to have. 

Sitting down for dinner she felt an all too familiar presence approaching, her mother was her. Shaking her head she got up and walked to the door, opening it the worried visage of her mother stood in front of her. 

“Lak, can I come in?”

Lak gestured for Indran to come in and closed the door behind them.

“I was about to sit down for supper, care to join me?”

“Of course, you haven’t been around for a while. Your father and I have missed you. Are you alright?”

Returning with a plate Lak poured Indran a glass of wine then sat down. 

“No, I have found my ability to return to a life that doesn’t revolve around war far more difficult than I thought. It was unexpected and I am trying to figure out how to deal with it. It has nothing to do with you or dad.”

Sighing, “Sweetie, you know you can talk to your father and I about this and anything else you want too. Why are you keeping us at arms length again?”

“You don’t need to be collateral damage to my breakdown. Can we just enjoy the meal before you lecture me further please?”

Dinner was quiet but soon the meal was done. Lak drank the last of her wine and refilled her glass. Standing up she took a deep breath and turned to Indran.

“I know I have a tendency to isolate myself when I am having trouble dealing with issues and I am well aware you do not like it when I do that. I am on the edge of having a full emotional meltdown and didn’t want you or dad to see it.”

Indran got up walking over the Lak, Wrapping her arms around Lak she held her as Laks shoulders began to shake. She knew that her daughter was trying to hold in the emotions, “Let it out Lak.”

The emotional damn finally broke and Lak crumbled to the ground. Tears streamed down her face as she clung to her mother. The anguish, pain and anger was loud and clear in the Force. 

“Tired of fighting, tired of ordering people to their deaths, just want to stay home. War finally broke me.” she said between gasps of air 

All Indran could do was hold Lak as she opened up. “Your father and I can make sure you are not sent away again. Just tell us where you want to go and we will make sure it happens.”

“I...I know. I will soon.” the tears slowly stopped 

“Come home Lak.”

“No, I just want to go to bed. Can you tuck me in?”

“Of course, get changed and I will be happy to.” 

Lak headed into her bedroom to change while Indran reached out to Alastar through their bond.

She is hurting but opened up to me. I asked her to come home but she said no. Going to tuck her in then come home. We need to talk when I do. 

Understood, give her my love

Coming out Indran smiled at the Wrat sleeping pants Lak was wearing. It was so her.

“Your father sends his love.”

“Tell dad I love him too.”

Indran followed Lak into her bedroom and tucked her into bed. Kissing her on the head she smoothed back her hair. “Come by for dinner tomorrow sweetie.”

Laks eyes drifted close as she fell asleep, a weight lifted off her shoulders. 

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Lak would wear the second and third black suit and dress. 

Paolo Sebastian “The Nutcracker” Fall 2018 Haute Couture Collection

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Capture

She was home in her own bed, her own apartment, her beloved Empire. Despite that freedom she had withdrawn from almost everyone and everybody out of shame. She had been ordered to be captured, to hold the line so Imperial forces could withdraw to regroup and fight again. She had done her duty, followed orders but in her mind that wasn’t good enough, she had lost her honor by doing exactly that.

Her parents had tried to engage her, ask her over for dinner, to watch a holo movie, go to the opera but each time they were politely rebuffed. She went back to work but was quiet, withdrawn, only speaking too someone when they spoke to her. Reports turned in on time or early so she had to spend less time in the office.

She had lost her personal honor, brought dishonor to the family that had taken her in 4 years ago, made her one of their own and this is how she repaid them. It did not matter she was ordered to do it, she could have still gone down fighting taking as many Republic scum with her before she met her end, or before she was captured taken her own life but instead she took the cowards way, capture.

They had come and gotten her with a prisoner swap and that made it worse. The knowing her freedom came at the cost of the Republic getting back a high level General or valuable Jedi. She couldn’t even look her parents in the eye when she returned and when she was hugged by her mother she was stiff not deserving of that in her own mind.

No it wasn’t the Republic that broke her, it was her own expectations and view on honor that did that. She had followed orders but at what price. 

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Finally Back Home

Lak returns home after 18 months at war in the Mid-Rim. She hasn’t been on leave longer than 3 days and hasn’t seen her family since she left. For once she returned physically unscathed but mentally and emotionally are a different thing. Will her family notice the change?

********************************* As the shuttle broke through the atmosphere Lak looked out window, ahead was the skyline of Kaas City. While it was familiar it was foreign just the same. She had been gone for 18 months commanding a battalion in the mid-rim campaign. While she had gotten letters, food packages and numerous holo calls this was the first time she was home during that time.

The shuttle touched down and the occupants rose to get their things. Lak was nervous, she had changed in the past year and a half. She was quieter, more insular, far less reckless and ready to settle down and start a family. As she walked down the ramp she reached out in the Force for any familiar signatures. Quickly she felt her mother's and smiled. It only took a second for her to see her.

Smiling she walked as fast as she could towards her mother until she was in her arms. Indran pulled her into a crushing hug, as if she let her go Lak would be sent away again. Closing her eyes she relished the safe feeling of her mother's arms. Tears stung her eyes as it became clear to her how much she had missed her parents.

Pulling back but not letting go she looked into the loving red eyes of her mother. “I'm home mom and so happy to be back.”

Indran studied her daughter, there was a new scar on her chin, small but new and her eyes had changed. When she left they were gold but now they were red like hers. What troubled her was the cracks in her aura that she saw. Lak may be home and in one piece but she had paid a price.

“I'm so happy you're home dear, we have all missed you.”

Lak raised an eyebrow at that, “I doubt everyone did. Where's dad?”

She hadn't noticed Mortis coming up behind her. Suddenly she felt a pair of hands on her shoulders. Knowing that he would frown on her hugging him in public, the great Darth Mortis had a reputation to maintain after all, she leaned back against him. It was subtle.

“Welcome back Lak, I'm happy you're home.”

Later that evening the family dinner was quiet as no one wanted to push her to talk before she was ready. Her more insular behavior did not go unnoticed by them but they chose to stay quiet. Lak didn't miss the scowl on Caitlin's face when she saw Lak again either.

After dinner Lak excused herself to go meditate in the garden. She loved to sit under the grove of trees and do her meditation there. As she sank into the Force the swirling,angry, and painful feelings were not hard to miss.

Mortis walked up to Indran wrapping his arm around her shoulder and kissed her temple. “We can't push her the first night back.”

“I know dear. She's changed, her whole demeanor is different. The arrogant cocksure person she was is gone.”

“I've noticed it too. In the coming days we can try to get her to open up but tonight let's just enjoy having her home and in one piece.”

As she came out of her meditation she felt slightly better. Getting up she headed to the den where her parents were watching the holo. Indran was curled up on Mortis shoulder on one couch so Lak laid down on the un-occupied one. She could feel the gaze of them on her but ignored it. Slowly she drifted off to sleep as the background noise of the programs let her mind shut down for a bit and once her mind calmed her body followed.

Mortis stood up and got a blanket putting it over Lak as she slept. Concern furrowed his brow but he let her sleep. Early in the morning Lak got up and headed upstairs and into her bed falling back asleep.

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Clueless Sith

Lak and Andriy were relaxing in bed enjoying a day off work and basically all adult responsibilities. Her head was pillowed on his shoulder as she read while he was laying there with his eyes closed.

“I have a question and I dont want you to get mad at me for asking?”

Looking over…”I will try, that is the best I can give you.” She wondered what he could ask that she would get really angry at him over.

“I love it when you give yourself to me as my sub and I know you enjoy it, I can feel it and see it. I just wonder why you won’t let me collar you as mine.”

Lak sat up stunned by what he just asked. She clamped down on her sharp wit and took a minute to compose herself.

“Even knowing my background, where I came from you are really asking that stupid question. How can you even wonder why?”

“I understand your aversion to collars but this is different.”

“No, no its fucking not. A collar is a collar and means I belong to someone. I freely give myself to you in bed as my Master but I do not belong to you or anyone. How can you be that stupid to think a former slave would ever want to wear a collar again, under any circumstance.”

Lak got up and began getting dressed. “I love you with all my heart and would do almost anything but wearing a collar is one of the few things I will not do. If you don’t understand why then perhaps we need to look at things.”

“Wait, don’t leave. I’m sorry I never meant to make you this angry. I was wondering was all.”

“You knew this would anger me. How could you think for one moment I would ever willingly put a collar around my neck again. It may symbolize something to you but to me it is the worst thing anyone could ever get near me. I would rather die than have that around my neck in ANY circumstance. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Turning to walk out the door. “If I were you I would think long and hard about your question then talk to me. I will see you in a couple of days.”

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Something New

Lak attempts to conquer a fear of hers with the help of her Dominant Andriy and things begin to change in the bedroom for them. 

Rating: M, NSFW Dom/sub relationship, explicit sex some snuggles too

A shout out to @chivalin for her words on my last fic that was mostly D/s so I felt ok writing this and @lordviridis for our chats about AU Lak :D 

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It was quarterlies and Lak knew that always made Andriy stressed. It was inventory, matching orders and making sure all supplies were accounted for. He hated it and from what he said so did everyone else but it had to be done. Knowing that, she decided to set the mood for him, her love, her fiance and her Dominate tonight. He had always taken care of her when she was hurting or had a bad day why shouldn’t she.

When he walked through the door the light was low and she greeted him at the door. Lowering her head, “May I take your briefcase Master?”

It took him a moment to process what she said but a smile crossed his face. Handing her his briefcase he watched her put it where he normally would then walk back over to him, eyes to the floor. Cupping her face he lifted it up and was taken back by the love, devotion and tenderness in eyes. He kissed her gently, Force he was a lucky man.

“Would you like a drink before supper Master?” she asked

“That would be wonderful my love. What’s for dinner?”

For a moment her submissiveness disappeared and she laughed, “Take out that is about to be delivered. I wasn’t able to start supper soon enough. I will tomorrow.”

He laughed at that. “No harm no foul my dear. I know my schedule has been all over the place during quarterlies but tomorrow will be our last day.”

Lak poured his drink then brought it over to him. Kneeling she handed it to him. “Your drink Master. I hope I prepared it to your liking.”

He took it then gestured to Lak to kneel next to him. She moved to his side wordlessly and knelt as he ran his hand through her hair. She could feel his love for her and smiled. It was rare for her to carry thier D/s dynamic outside the bedroom but today it felt right and she was more than happy to indulge him. A thought kept creeping into her head that she couldn’t push out but knew it was a bad idea and thus did not say anything.

Andriy could tell Lak wished to say something but waited for his command to do so. “You may speak love, what is on your mind?”

“What would you wish from me tonight Master? I am yours to do as you wish.”

He was hard, rock hard and wanted her mouth on him. “I want you to suck me love.” He unzipped his pants and stroked himself before motioning for her to come over. “Pleasure me.”

Lak took him into her mouth groaning at feeling him. Sitting back Andriy buried his hands into her hair guiding the pace at which her head was bobbing up and down. She swirled her tongue around him and he groaned out loud. The view of her cheeks hollowing as she sucked was so erotic. Looking up she made contact with his eyes and he almost came right there. She drug her tongue along the underside of his shaft then swirling it around his head and his hips thrust up into her mouth against his will. Grabbing her hair he stopped her.

“Not yet, no I want to come inside of you but not there. Bedroom now, kneel at the end of the bed and do not move until I enter.”

“Yes Master.” Lak quickly did as she was told. Walking into their bedroom she knelt at the end of it awaiting her next command.

Andriy walked in and took her in, so obedient, so loving, so trusting and so submissive.  “Put your hands behind your back. After she did as he commanded he bound them with the Force. Looking over he smiled as he retrieved the blindfold.

“I am going to blindfold you, tell me if it is too much.” Putting it over her eyes he watched her body language to ensure she was doing ok. Seeing nothing amiss and not hearing her use the safe word he tied it behind her head.

“Is that ok love?”

“Yes Master, a bit disorienting at first but I am fine. I can still sense you through the Force.”

“Good. Stand.” She stood but was a bit wobbly. Putting his arms on her he steadied her and guided her to the bed. “I have you Lak, don’t worry.” Bending in he kissed her. Being unable to see him she concentrated on the feelings his lips on her and his hands holding her steady. His tongue demanded entrance to her mouth and she obeyed. It plundered her mouth as she groaned letting him take what he wanted.

Taking a deep breath Lak’s imagination went into overload. The last thing she saw was a riding crop, the glint in his eyes and something else which she couldn’t make out. The unknown of what that was along with the known made her groan with desire. Andriy could feel her anticipation clear and he could tell she was reaching for him the Force, that needed to be stopped.

“No my love, no searching for me in the Force. Cease doing that or I will leave you wanting all night while I give myself pleasure. Do you understand.”

“Yes Master.”

“Good girl.”

The next thing Lak knew she felt an ice cube being slowly skimmed across her chest, between her breasts until it fell between her legs. She stopped herself from moaning but her body arched up ever so slightly. The feeling of the cold of the ice and how hot her body was created sensations she never had felt. It didn’t take long for Andriys tongue to follow the same path but unlike the ice cube his tongue continued until she felt it slowly lick her.

He took his time as his tongue lapped at her, taking her clit into his mouth and sucking it. She tried to stay still but the pleasure was building, not being able to see every touch was multiplied. He redoubled his efforts and knew she was almost to the edge.

Reaching out through their bond, “Let go love, come for me. Let me taste you.”

That was all Lak needed and she cried out as she came. He lapped up the juices from her growling at how she tasted. Kissing back up her body he captured her mouth. Tasting herself on his mouth was incredible. She wanted more and spread her legs as she felt his cock pressing into her stomach. Totally lost in the moment all she could do was feel.

“You are so beautiful like this my love, at my mercy, lost in pleasure and only thinking of pleasing me. Such a wonderful sub, my wonderful, beautiful sub and only mine.”

She knew it was now or never for her to try this. “Master, may I ask to try something and see if I can do it?”

Andriy’s eyes widened as he wondered if it was what he thought he was. “Yes love, speak.”

“I….I want to try to wear a collar for you...as long as it not metal. I don’t know if I will be able to but I want to try. May I try Master?”

He sat there stunned for a moment then smiled. Helping her up and off the bed. “Kneel my love. Open our bond I want to be able to feel you incase you are unable to speak. It isn’t metal, I would never have that. “ Her breathing was ragged and he knelt down taking off the blindfold. “Lak, look at me. You don’t have to do this if you are not sure. I don’t need you to wear this to please me.”

She looked into his eyes and saw the concern but love. She wanted to try, if it didn’t work she could at least say she tried. Taking a deep breath she looked at him, “I want to try Andriy. I can’t say I won’t tell you to take it off though.”

He walked over to the stand and pulled out a basic leather collar with a ring in the front. He was almost as hesitant to put it on as she was. Slowly putting it around the front of her neck she tensed up.

Lak?

I’m ok, keep going.

He slowly put in the strap that would shut it. Each movement he made he was quick to look at the woman kneeling in front of him. Her breathing was a bit erratic but no feelings of panic were present. He latched it closed and let fall around her neck. He made sure it was loose.

Kneeling in front of her he cupped her chin. “How are you holding up love? Do I need to remove it?”

Lak was centering herself as panic began rushing to the surface. He got up and was about to undo it when her voice stopped him. “No, don’t take it off. I need to do this...just need to center myself. I’m ok...I...will be ok.” Her voice became quieter and he could feel her panic subsiding. He was more concerned as her fiance than her dominate at this particular moment.

“Tell me when you want to continue or if you want to stop. I am more than happy to take you to bed and sleep. You have been magnificent tonight love.”

Looking up at him she was able to refocus and go back into her role as his submissive. “What would you have me do Master?”

He yanked her to her feet crushing his mouth to hers. She had made herself his in every way tonight and he couldn’t put how that made him feel into words so she showed her.

Guiding her to the bed he undid the Force bonds and her hands immediately went to his hair pulling him closer. He pushed her onto the bed and stopped for a moment. Seeing her in his collar made him harder than he ever thought was possible.

“How do want me Master?” she asked as she was on her back, legs spread and awaiting his order

“Just like that. You are free to come when I bring you there. You have earned it tonight my good girl.”

He hilted himself inside of her in one swift movement. They both moaned, he at the heat surrounding him and her at the way he stretched her. He knew he wasn’t going to last very long, the intensity of the emotions this night coursed through him. It didn’t take long for Lak to come apart under him, her nails raking down his back. Hissing he tried to ride out the spasms but came with a low growl inside her. She moaned feeling himself emptying himself in her.  

Rolling off he ran his finger down her cheek and smiled. Lak yawned and snuggled up to his side.

“Can you take the collar off sweetie, it’s still a bit hard having it there.”

“Of course love.” he unbuckled it and set it on the nightstand. Pulling her into his arms he kissed her head. “I love you Lak, you are the most wonderful woman I have ever known.”

They soon fell asleep in one another’s arm. Lak had began to conquer a fear and their relationship in the bedroom had a new dynamic.

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Lak is on leave

In the AU Lakverse the Empire has launched an assault on the mid-rim to build a buffer zone around Leritor. Lak of course volunteered for this and is now home on leave. The problems of the battlefield follow her home despite the safety of her parents house. The dialogue is from a few rp chats @lordviridis and I have had. 

********************************************** Night had fallen on Kaas City as the city slumbered awaiting the new day to begin. The war in the Mid-Rim had been ongoing for over 9 months, three planets had fallen to the the might of the Empire, Nexus Ortal, Manda, and Lahsbane. The final prize that would provide a secure buffer zone for Leritor was the planet Ord Pardron. To prepare for that invasion the planet had been cut off with a blockade but they still had yet to yield. The realization that a ground invasion of this heavily fortified yet small planet would have to take place to subdue it.

The three legions that had seen most of the hardest fighting, the 75th, 33rd and 11th were sent to Leritor to rearm and get replacements. This lull allowed many of those a chance to go on leave to rest and see loved ones. Lord Lakadimos, commander of the 11th Imperial Legion was one such person.

The adopted daughter of Alastar (Darth Mortis) and Indran( Darth Kalma) Marwill, apprentice to the late Darth Gravus and current apprentice to Darth Scyph. She and her legion had distinguished themselves in multiple battles on the three planets. Tonight however she just wanted to be Lak. Looking down at her chrono she knew that her parents would either be watching the holo or reading in the living room. If anything they were creatures of habit.

The taxi she had taken from the spaceport dropped her off a little ways from the house so she could mask her force signature to surprise them. Walking up the path to the house she stopped and took a deep breath before opening the door. Greeting her was a human slave, Nico. Putting her finger to her lips she saw he understood what she was telling him, he backed away slowly and out of sight.

As she made her way to the living room she could hear the holo, that was good it would help mask her footsteps. Her stomach twisted into knots as the sight of seeing them though, that was unexpected. They had kept in contact exchanging letters throughout the campaign but Lak had kept hers very sanitized as to not alarm them. The letters she sent to her two younger step-brothers were even tamer. It was only after she was wounded that they had more of an inkling of how dangerous it was, three months after the fact. The scar from that encounter remained over her right eye.

Turning into the room she broke out into a large grin at seeing her parents. She was only 24 when Darth Gravus had been killed and they had offered to adopt her, 25 when it became official and she was now only 27. These two had taken her into their family, given her their name and treated her as one of their own. It had been a bit turbulent that first year but she had settled into the family and was better for it.

She knew it wouldn’t take long before one of them looked up and saw her but she etched this scene into her memory to hold onto when she left in two weeks time. Slowly her mother’s head rose and her eyes locked onto Lak. The smile that crossed her face was wonderful. Before she had time to register much else she was in the arms of Indran.

She held onto her mother savoring the feeling of her mother’s force wrapping around her. Smiling up at the warm red eyes as she pulled away for a moment, “Hi mom, surprise.”

Mortis who wasn’t one to be very affectionate physically took her into his arms. He wrapped his Force around her and she loved it. A kiss on the top of her head he let go.

“How long are you home for?” he asked knowing the campaign wasn’t finished

“Two weeks, all the legions are getting rearmed and put back into full fighting strength for the final push. Most of us who could choose to go home on leave..”

She could tell they were scrutinizing her and it made her slightly uncomfortable. Indran ran her fingers over her scar that ran across her right eye. Lak closed her eyes at the touch.

“Mother I’m fine, it’s over five months old now.”

Mortis called a slave over and she knew it was to get her room prepared for the night.

“Why didn’t you tell us you were coming,we would have met you at the spaceport.?”

“I wanted to surprise you father, and I succeeded.” she grinned rather proud of herself.

After catching up and eating Lak headed upstairs to go to bed. She had hoped that being in her own bed, in the safety of her parents home would deter if not at minimum lessen the nightmares. Sadly she was wrong.

Two Days Later

Lak could feel the gaze of both of her parents on her as she pushed the breakfast around her plate. Their worry over her clear in the Force. Looking up at her mother, "Nightmares, some nights bad, other nights bearable. Last night was a bad one. I've gotten used it it. I'll be fine mother, just tired. I found a way to fall into a dreamless sleep.” Glancing in her fathers direction, “ I will replace the scotch I drank."

"Lak, you don't have to get used to it. You know you can talk to any of us and if you need it, we can find professional help. I know several people who know to be discreet."

She sighs, "But if it's just a good night of sleep that you want for starters, there are some teas that can assure you a dreamless sleep for a night or two."

Lak scoffs at her mother's suggestion, "Who the hell am I going to talk to in the middle of a war zone exactly? I can’t tell them, oh wait an hour to attack so I can talk to someone about the night I had. I don’t even know if I will get leave again before this is all over, and that’s if  I survive. The amount of close calls I have had has gone up with each battle. My eye, a Jedi who got a little too close for comfort. Just an inch either way and I would be dead. You don’t understand mom."

"You can always call us. And if you want, I'm sure my father would be happy to share ways to deal with all those feelings. He's had more personal experience than I've had and knows how to deal with those feelings."

"War is never easy, and we all do our part. What you are doing is hard, but it is important. But know that if you want to do something else, we'd be happy to find you a place where you can do what you want."

"I am a soldier, that is what I have trained for since I was 7. There is no greater honor than giving one’s life for the Empire and I will if I have too.You realize I may not make it through this, our final target is the most heavily fortified planet we have tried to take. My men depend on me." she gets up and starts to pace to ward off the anger that is growing  "It just tears me apart seeing them die in front of me and not being able to save them. I'm tired mom, just tired." she sits back down defeated for the moment

Indran gets up, wrapping her arms around Lak as her fingers gently comb through Lak's hair. "I know dear. I know you feel responsible for each and every one of them, but you are more than just a soldier. Never forget that."

Lak groans as a recent injury to her shoulder shoots a sharp pain but doesn't move from the comfort and safety of her mother’s arms. "I am and will always be a soldier mom, it’s who I am and who Gravus trained me to be. I have to prove myself more than the others since I was wasn't born Sith and according to some my blood is “tainted”...when I'm in the thick of battle I don’t feel I just act, it’s a feeling I can't get anywhere else and watching the flag be raised over a new capital is, I can’t even describe it."

Indran notices Lak's reaction, sending a small amount of healing energy to sooth out the worst pain. She was hardly a healer, but this little she could do."As long as you feel it is what you want. But never think you need to prove yourself to us. That you have done time and time again already.”

“Wait, did you mention you would need to replace the Scotch?” Mortis asks as what she said finally sank in

She snorts, "You aren't supposed to take up our bad habits you know."

"It wasn't your bad habit I picked up Father, you can thank Gravus for that one. He always did have some top shelf alcohol."

Indran does her best to hide her laughter as Mortis shakes his head. "Of course you would."

"Well she isn't wrong, Julian always did have the good stuff," Indran snickers.

“It works when we have a couple days of downtown in the field and allows me to sleep. Why fix what isn’t broken?” she asks realizing where this conversation might lead too. She was in no mood to be lectured for drinking to deal with things they could not possibly understand. “I have a feeling where this is going to lead and I am not in the mood for it right now. I need to report in at the Citadel and see if I am needed for anything.”

It was just after one in the morning and Lak bolted up from another nightmare. Groaning she swung her feet to the floor running her hands through her hair. Walking down the stairs she went into the study where she knew her father kept the alcohol. Unknown to her she was being watched. Bending down she picked up the other bottle of scotch and a glass, before she had a chance to pour a glass a voice stopped her.

“Lakadimos.”

Hearing her full name come from her father’s lips she froze. Turning around quickly she saw his red eyes staring at her in the dark. “Put it away, now.” His tone left no room for argument and Lak obeyed without hesitation.

“Father...what….wha...what are you doing up?” Lak stammered

“I was working but I sensed you were on your way down and wanted to see if you were going to do what I thought you would. Congratulations for not surprising me.” seeing she was going to try and say something he cut her off. “Do not act as if you were not going to drink tonight to ward off any further nightmares, I am not stupid.”

“I can’t sleep so I thought I would have a drink or two then try to go back to bed.”

“Here I thought your mother and I covered this during breakfast, it seems I was mistaken.”

“I-”

“I don’t want to hear excuses Lakadimos, this is not healthy and you know it. You are ignoring the issues that are causing this and simply drowning yourself in very expensive bottles. As your father I can not let it continue.” noticing she was getting up he turned to her, “Sit down, we are not finished. I can not understand what you have seen or done, that is true but that is because you will not talk to either of us. You are here for a short time and we would like to enjoy it, not have to lecture you and lock away the alcohol.”

Lak’s head dropped as the words sank in. She knew he was right, jumping into a bottle was not helping, it hadn’t so far and there was no reason think it would now. Looking up at her father, her eyes showed sorrow, pain, and regret. Putting her face in her hands she tried to control the tears that threaten to spill over. Wiping her eyes, “I’m sorry father. I don't know how else to deal with this. ”

Walking over he pulled her into his arms and kissed her head. “It’s ok, you are having to do things neither your mother and I can understand. We are here for you and want to help.” a slave brought in freshly made tea and set it on the small table. “Drink this, you will have a dreamless sleep tonight I promise.”

It was quiet while she drank the tea that was surprisingly good. “Walk me to my room, I have something I want you to read.”

They walked up the stairs, Mortis watching her in case she started falling asleep so she didn't tumble down. Waiting at her door Lak returned quickly with what looked to be a journal.

“I..I can’t talk about it, not tonight. I kept this journal from the day we left here until I landed two days ago. You and mom can read it. Maybe it will give you an idea of what I have been through and we can go from there.” walking over she wrapped her arms around his waist putting her head on his chest. His Force wrapped around her as did his arms, giving his hurting child what comfort he could.

“Get some sleep Lak.”

“I’ll try dad, love you.”

Kissing her head, “I love you too, now go.”

He waited until she was in bed before he walked back to the master bedroom. The light was still on as he approached which alerted him that Indran was still awake.

“Everything alright dear?”

“No, I caught Lak trying to use what was left of the scotch to sleep. I stopped her and gave her tea instead.” he told her as he pulled her close.  “She gave us this to read.”

Indran spied what was in his hand,”Is it a journal?”

“Yes,  hers. She said she couldn't talk about it but if we read this we would have an idea of what she has been through. As much as I hate invading her privacy she's right.”

As they read random entries the horror of what their daughter had seen and done began to sink in. They both knew war was horrible but not like this.  It now made more sense why Lak would want to escape reliving this by almost anyway she could.

Indran could feel and see the worry in her husband's eyes,”We need to get her help before she leaves.  I'll make a few calls tomorrow.”

The following morning Lak walked into the dining room sitting down for breakfast ignoring the concerned looks from her parents. She could tell they had read at least portions of her journal by the way the Force weaves around her.

Looking at her parents, "I need help to deal with this mom. Dad was right, I can't keep running from this. I'm sure you have more of an understanding now."

"I'm glad that you realise that. And thank you, for telling us what you've gone through. We know it can't have been easy." Indran tells her,  concern clear in her eyes

"I'm sorry I drank the scotch. It was good though, really good and smooth.” she ignored the glare she received from Mortis, “I hope my journal wasn't too worrying for you.” the words spilling out before she can stop them

"It's fine Lak. We'll find you a therapist who knows how to help." Indran tell her knowing how nervous Lak is at the moment

"We are glad you felt able to share that. It helps us to understand what you've been through and what you need."

"Thank you mother. It's hard to talk about but I need too. Are there are any other questions you want to ask? I’ll answer if I can.”

"Only if you don't mind us asking. And if you don't want to answer, we understand that. But is there any way for you to relax during any of this. They can't keep you at the frontlines all the time, exhausted soldiers aren't at their best."

"Yes they could keep us there and have for quite a while during some of the long stretches.We get maybe a couple of days in the rear but it's not nearly enough. Writing helps, that is why I have my journal."

"Is there anything you need there that we could get you?"

"Food packages are always welcome, as are books and of course letters. Getting letters always helps, it reminds us of why we fight."

"Of course."

"Caitlin will use this as an excuse to bake, won't she?"

"Dear, she has a hobby. Just because you think it's not suitable for a young Sith won't make her stop."

“Caitlin’s baking is great, I’m not about to say no to anything she makes.”

Quickly Lak’s somber mood returns, "I guess I should stop drinking too.  I just rarely have time to really deal with what I've seen and it’s not that hard to get ahold of alcohol being Sith.”

"Yes, that would help. It might feel like an easy solution now, but in the end it will become a crutch."

"I'm sorry if I've disappointed you by all this." Lak drops her head not looking at either of them

"Lak, you haven't disappointed us."Indran sighs, "We just wish you'd have been open about all of this earlier."

"I didn't want to worry you. That's why I hesitated tell you when I got wounded the first time." she makes a vague gesture towards the scar on her eye

"Lak, we are your parents. It's literally our job to worry and to help you through all this."

“You have three real kids to look after, I should be the lowest on your list.” Lak snarks back

“Excuse me, what did you say?” anger coming from both Indran and Alastar , “You are our child, biological or not. When your mother and I adopted you we promised you and ourselves we would treat you no different than your siblings and we have. You may not share our blood but we love you just the same. I don’t ever want to hear that coming from you again. Is that understood?”

Thoroughly cowed by her fathers lecture Lak nods.  A moment later speaking but not looking up out of shame, "I'm afraid I won't make it through this."

Indran and Alastar share a worried glance before turning back to Lak. "Lak, you are strong and we know you have the power to triumph in this battle. It might currently feel overwhelming, but you have all the power and ability to get through this."

"I know that but I've had way too many close calls the last time we fought mom. This has changed me...but I'll do my duty no matter what." without knowing it Lak has reached out to her parents through the Force

They both easily feel Lak's attempt at seeking them through the Force, both answering on almost instinct to it. "I know. Please dear, just try to rest while you are here and not think about it more than necessary. I promise we'll find you someone who understands this better than we do and you feel comfortable talking with."

"You're right. I'm glad to be home, I missed you." Lak gets up and walks to Mortis leaning against him. "I'm going to go for a walk. "

Mortis runs his fingers through her hair. "Would you like some company?"

"Yea, wanna join me dad?"

“Of course.”

Indran watches as they get up and head towards the garden. The worry she has continues to grow thanks in part to the conversation they just had. She hopes that spending some time with Alastar will make her daughter more relaxed. Picking up her holo she begins to make a few discrete calls for a therapist.

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Proposal

This stems from a conversation with @lordviridis about AU Lak and how pissed her parents would be if they caught her getting some in the garden ( don’t ask.) Lak is about 30 here. She and Andriy have been together for about 2 years now.

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They walked hand in hand through the garden enjoying the fresh air after the rain and the beauty found in each plant. Lak always did enjoy the garden, she often meditated there and it had fast become a favorite place for her and Andriy to get away and spend some time alone for a few moments.

Stopping in front of her favorite flower, the native rose which was only found near the shores. It was beautiful in its red and purple contrast. She bent down to smell it, the fragrance sweet. Smiling she turned around  and saw Andriy smiling at her. “Credit for your thoughts sweetheart.”

He pushed an errant lock of her hair off her face. Cupping her face he kissed her gently but it became more insistent as her tongue pushed for entrance to his mouth. He growled as he pulled her closer. “Force you are beautiful.” Pulling away despite his desire he reached down into his pocket and pulled out a small box. 

Andriy could feel her shock through the Force when she laid eyes on the box. Kneeling he opened it up and a beautiful diamond ring sat in the box. The light of the sun that had appeared through the clouds glinted off it. 

“Two years ago you came into my life and I have been better for it. Would you do me the honor of spending the rest of our lives together and become my wife?”

It took a moment for her to overcome the shock as she nodded. Tears of joy streamed down her face she was able to squeak out, “Yes, Force yes.”

Andriy stood up and put the right on her finger. Lak jumped into his arms. His arms wound around her waist and spun her around. Her joy bled into his and he smiled bigger than he ever had. 

Suddenly she crashed her lips to his while tugging his shirt up and out of his pants. It didn’t take long for clothes to come off for them both. He gently laid her down on the floor of the garden and hovered above her. 

“You are the most amazing woman I have ever met. I can not wait to spend the rest of our days together.”

He slowly slid into her, both groaned at the sensation. Stilling for a moment she closed her eyes and just felt. Andriy started moving again with each thrust deeper into her. Lak locked her legs around his waist pulling him deeper into him. Time was lost between them as his thrusts quickened. His hand came between them playing with her ever sensitive clit. It did not take long for her to shatter at the duel sensation, she cried out in pure pleasure. Andriy tried to ride out the spasms that tightened around his cock. After the second spasm he came deep inside her. Another orgasm overtook her as she felt him flood her with his seed. Winding her fingers through his hair she pulled him down for a kiss while she rode out the last of the pleasure he had brought her.

As Indran and Alastar came into the house they felt the spike of pure pleasure in the Force and knew exactly what was happening. They would soon find out why and toast the reason...although Alastar was still irritated by the celebration between the two earlier. 

[sithhoplite]

Hogwarts AU

Lakadimos:

-Lak was born into a pure blood family

- Her family actively fought against Voldemort in the first wizarding war

- Related to both the Malfoy and Weasley family

- Unlike most of her family which were sorted into Ravenclaw with a few sorted into Slytherin she was placed in Hufflepuff

- Her favorite subject is Charms

- She excels at Transfiguration

- Met Andriy in Charms class, he is a Slytherin

[sithhoplite]

Back to the Front

Lak has had two weeks at home for leave as the Empire prepares its final attack in the mid-rim. I blame @lordviridis for this and told her I would write this. Its only mild angst, the first draft was far most angsty ;) This of course is the AU Lak we have been messing around with. 

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Lakadimos silently packed her things,putting them one by one into her rucksack. It was well before dawn and the house slept except for her. Today she would board the troop transport and head back to front lines.  

When she left the first time 9 months ago it was with her legion and to the cheers of the city. She had been eager for battle, native to the horrors of war and ready to lay down her life if needed. This time it was different, no cheering crowds and the desire to make her name on the battlefield gone. All she wanted was to come home alive.

She had toyed with the idea of leaving before her parents awoke but quickly discarded it.There was no way she could be that callus to them after all they had done for her. As agonizing as it would be she would say goodbye before she left. Taking her bag downstairs she set it by the door then walked to the garden to watch the sun rise.  

Mortis woke early as he always did doing his best to not wake his slumbering wife next to him. He knew today was going to be difficult for her and admittedly him as well. Pushing an errant lock of hair behind her ear as she slept he headed downstairs. The kitchen light was on but he knew it was too early for the slaves to be up. That could only mean one thing, his daughter was awake.

Pouring a cup of caf, he surmised Lak must have put it on earlier, he followed her Force signature to the garden. He watched her for a moment as she emerged from her meditation.

“Good morning Lak.” he greeted her

“Morning father,you're up earlier than usual. Wheres mom?”

“Still sleeping. You know how she feels about being up before the sun rises.”

Lak chuckled at that, her mother was a night owl while Mortis was the early riser. Sitting down next to him Lak put her head on his shoulder. Wrapping his arm around her they sat in silence as the sun rose. Indran walked into the garden and stopped. The sight of her husband and daughter made her smile. It was the small moments like this that etched itself into her memory.

“Good morning you two.” she greeted them. Walking over she gave Alastar a kiss on the lips and Lak a kiss on the top of her head before sitting down

“Hey mom, you're up early.”

“Yes I am, how your father does this almost everyday is beyond me.”

The three of them sat in silence for a few moments, Lak relishing the feeling of having them next to her and the safety that brought,looking at her chrono she groaned. It was almost time for her to depart. Her soul ached as she didn't want to go but knew she had no choice. “I have to go soon.”

Rising they walked to the front door. Before Lak knew what was happening she was pulled into a tight hug by her father. “Stay safe, don't do anything foolish. I am proud of you and love you.”

“I'll do my best dad.”

Now it was her mother's turn. Indrans arms wrapped around her in an almost suffocating hug. The agony of letting her daughter go was clear in the Force. “Like your father said, stay safe, if you need to talk we are here. Write as often as you can and know how very proud of you we are. I love you.”

Lak had been fighting back tears but now she didn't even try to stop them. She held onto her mother for a few more precious moments.

Wiping the tears from her eyes she slung the rucksack over her shoulder and gave them one last hug. Despite the ripping pain of having to leave her family again she smiled. “Bye mom, bye dad. I'll write when I am in transit and give you a quick call when I get back to my unit. I love you. Give Caitlin and the boys my love. See you when this is all over.” Slowly turning she walked to the waiting taxi that would take her to the shuttle.

Indran and Alastar went to work later that day but their mind was with their daughter who was on her way to the front. Both felt a slight disturbance in the Force when it came to Lak but knew there was nothing they could do even if they knew what it was.

The reunion with their eldest child would happen sooner than any of them expected and not in the joyous way they had hoped for.

[sithhoplite]

My AU Lak

Name: Lakadimos Marwil

Age : 27

Specialization: Juggernaut with ancient force endowed vibroblade

Bio: Lord Lakadimos is the adopted daughter of Alastar( Darth Mortis) and Indran Marwil (Darth Kalma). She was born to a slave mother on Korriban and herself was raised in the slave pens of the Sith Academy. At age 7 her force sensitivity emerged during a traumatic event involving her mother *details redacted*. The next day she was sent to the Sith Preparatory Academy where she was taught the basics of reading, writing, Sith Philosophy and more. Showing promise at young age with blade she was put on the military track to be one of the Sith who lead troops into battle.

Upon turning 14 she was sent to the Sith Academy proper in Dreshde where her marks continued to impress instructors as did her proficiency for melee combat. She caught the attention of Darth Gravus whom she eventually became apprentice too. Involved in the eradication of the Jedi on Taris and the capture of Leritor she earned many accolades at young age. 

Things took a turn for the worse when at age 24 a slave rebellion on Leritor killed her Master and she was left alone. Since she was not on the planet at the time of the revolt she escaped any punishment for the events. It was soon after this that Darth Mortis and Darth Kalma informed her of their desire to adopt her into their family. Agreeing to the adoption with only two stipulations, she would be 4th in line when it came to inheritance and the family name would not be passed onto her children, she agreed. The adoption was finalized when she was 25. 

Assigned to the Sphere of Military Offense Lord Lakadimos helped to prepare the assault in the mid-rim. Leading the 11th Imperial Legion they quickly conquered three new worlds for the Empire with a 4th soon to follow. Lakadimos is expected to continue to rise in the ranks of the Sith perhaps one day achieving a posting as a Counselors Second or perhaps a seat of her own.

Personality: Lakadimos is a loyal servant of the Empire putting her life on the line in what many would say were reckless ways to achieve victory. She is a outgoing and treats Imperials with respect, her reputation within the Imperial Army and Navy is a positive one.Due to her background of being a slave she is seen to have a chip on her shoulder and a need to prove herself beyond what others think. She is a traditionalist to a point but has expressed a desire to see all Humans and Purebloods freed from slavery but stands by the majority opinion that aliens are beneath her. A member of a powerful family she has plenty of opportunities due to that but so far has never taken advantage, preferring to use her own accolades as proof. She has a friendly relationship with her step sister and two step brothers and is close to her adoptive parents.

This is an AU Lak I have been playing around with @lordviridis who has indulged me many a day/night (damn time difference). It has been fun messing around with a Lak who is still snarky and deadly but much more settled and Sith. 

[sithhoplite]

11th Imperial Legion

“Conquerors of the Mid-Rim” and “Destroyers of Taris”

Campaigns: Taris and Leritor 

Commanders:Darth Khajai -KIA on Taris

                       Lord Lakadimos: Succeeded Khajai after she was KIA, Relived after insurrection 

                       Darth Vrohi : Assumed command after Lord Lakadimos was relieved of command

 Total Strength: 5,000 personnel

Infantry: 

10 Cohorts of 400 men

1  Cohort of 600 men

100 Officers

Artillery:

10 IA-70 Field Howlitzer

8 man crew

10 I198 Howlitzer

9 man crew

9 8.8cm Flak Anti-Aircraft

10 man crew

10 2I45 Kracken Heavy Artillery

7 man crew

Tanks:

10 TX-130 Saber Class Fighter 

3 man crew

6 HAVw A6 Juggernaut

20 man crew

Can carry up to 500 infantry troops

Fighters - 92 Pilots total

Zerek Squadren

Besh 

Omega

Black

Dorn

40 pilots total

Lightening Squadren

Spear (Light Interceptors) 12 total

Kopis (VT-48 Decimators) 5 total

Aspis (SK-2 Bombers)10 total

Pila ( IA-6 Recon) 4 total

52 Pilots total

Support Personnel: 360

Insignia and Legion Colors: Red and White Helm on Right Shoulder of Armor

Dress Armor: White body armor with red piping and red capes

Alternating companies carry DC-5 Blaster Rifle and Dory Spears when on parade

The Dory Spears were in honor of the native Sauvax

[sithhoplite]

Invasion Gone Wrong

Your OTP tightly embracing after narrowly surviving a perilous battle. As Person A pulls away, they find their hands soaked crimson with blood that isn’t theirs. Person B can only mutter an “oops” before leaning against a wall and sinking to the ground, finally realizing how much blood they lost.

The invasion of Leritor was in full force on the ground and above the planet. The Imperial fleet was slowly gaining an advantage in the raging space battle while the ground forces had successfully defeated the Republic forces taking control of the anti-aircraft defenses. Lakadimos was on her Master’s Dreadnought, the Exemplar for the battle above the planet.

One last attack on the Republic fleet broke what was left of their defenses, the remaining ships began jumping to hyperspace in full retreat. A loud cheer was heard on the bridge even as they repaired the consoles that had been damaged. Lakadimos had been knocked backwards when the console she was standing near exploded from a well placed volley from a Republic Hammerhead.

Darth Gravus came over to his apprentice and lover embracing her. It had been a bloody battle but in the end the Empire triumphed. He held her close relieved she had survived. Pulling back he noticed his hands were suddenly sticky, looking down they were covered in blood, her blood.

Slumping against the wall she looked at him then at his hands,”Oops, I guess I did get hit, damn console.”

Before he could react she slid down the wall, a streak of blood marking her path down the wall. Gravus activated his wrist com calling for the doctor urgently. He cradled her head as she began to bleed from her mouth.

Looking up at him, “Now you know…..why I wear... a red cloak.” Reaching for him, panic in her eyes as she began to realize how bad her injury was, she put her hand on his cheek. As it slid down his face and onto his shoulder a trail of blood followed.

Picking her up he walked as fast as his legs would take him to the medical bay. When he arrived he and Doctor Wagner removed her armor as fast as they could, all while another medic put pressure on her wound staunching the flow of blood to a trickle. Dressing her wound with kolto proof wrappings he put the breathing mask on her, into the kolto tank she went.

Three days later she emerged, weak and her side tender from the pieces of console that had pierced her skin but alive. Gravus made her swear she would never frighten him like that again. His answer was a smirk with no promises.

[sithhoplite]

16. Defiance

The data pad went flying across the room after Lord Lakadimos read the reply of Darth Nox. Not only was it insulting to her but Darth Gravus as well. This little spat had become personal to Lak. Nox might be a member of the Dark Council but she was still an alien and needed to be put in her place. Deciding to meet Nox face to face, she dressed for the occasion. Her boots were polished with brand new red laces, a pair of jeans, nice white button down shirt with red bracers. She was going to end this little spat one way or another between them. Grabbing her Lightsaber she headed to the Citadel. Gravus was already there working with Mortis on something, she didn’t ask and really had no interest either. Her mind was on a singular mission, put Nox in her place.

Entering the front office of the Ancient Knowledge Sphere Lakadimos encountered Nox’s second, a pureblood named Senna. “I wish to see Darth Nox today.”

Senna stood up and eyed Lakadimos, her eyes stopped at her boots and seeing the color of her laces her face hardened. “Why do you want to see Darth Nox?”

“It’s personal.” Lak replied

“Hold a moment I will ask. Nice laces you have. You realize she will take offense to those.” Senna warned

“I really don’t care if she does. How can you stomach working for an alien? You are a pureblood she should be working for you.”

“Darth Nox is a member of the Dark Council, that should be enough for anyone. Wait here.”

A moment later Senna returned, “You may enter.”

Lakadimos walked into Nox’s office. For a moment she was fascinated by all the tomes, holocrons and books on the shelves. Then a rather obnoxious voice brought her out of her daze.

“Laka, my friend how are you?” the sarcasm was dripping off Noxs words thick as a river

“Its Lord Lakadimos Darth Nox and we are not friends. I only cavort with humans or purebloods. You are neither.”

“You must have done well in the academy being that observant, bravo!”

Lakadimos ire was starting to rise at the flippant disregard Nox showed her. Common sense would have told her to not come at all but it was apparent she was not using an common sense.

“You said I did not have the intestinal fortitude to confront you face to face, well here I am. Ashara may be your apprentice but like you she is nothing but alien filth and she is not Sith, just a Jedi playing at Sith. The only real Sith you have is Xalek.” Lakadimos spat out at her, “Tell Ashara to watch her back, I plan on ending her one way or another.”

For a moment Lak thought she may have just crossed a line but when no lightening or lightsaber was drawn she felt safe she had not. Nox sauntered up to her looking at her boots then at her bracers.

“You may go.” dismissing Lakadimos

As she walked out of Nox’s office she turned to Nox, “You may be a member of the council but you are still an alien and one day things will be set back to the correct ways. Don’t get too comfortable alien.”  Turning to leave she ran right into Darth Marr.

His voice was flat, “Care to repeat that, I did not catch the last part of your comment apprentice?”

Lakadimos dropped to one knee in front of Marr, “Not really my Lord.”

Marr circled her knowing that she was afraid of him. Her eyes were cast the ground and she did not move an inch. “At least you show the proper respect for a Council member. I wonder did you show Darth Nox the same respect?”

“No my Lord” she squeaked out

“I wonder why, but then I see your boot laces and no longer wonder.” Marr grabbed her by her collar and yanked her up. “Do you have a problem with aliens apprentice?”

For a brief moment defiance crossed her face as she looked at him, “They are filth and should be serving us not be in positions of power. “

“You sound just like your Master. You are truly his apprentice, misguided ideas and all”

Lakadimos was confused, Marr was far too calm during this and that usually does not bode well. Suddenly she felt herself pulled into the air and her throat closing very quickly. Clawing at her throat she began to panic.

In a calm voice, “IF I hear you disparaging aliens again I will make sure you are sent back to the slave pens you came out of. Darth Nox is an esteemed member of the Dark Council and will be treated with the respect that garners.” throwing her to the ground, “Now go bow to Darth Nox like you should have earlier.”

Lak walked over to Darth Nox and fell to one knee, her head bowed in submission, “My Lord.”

Nox patted her head in a patronizing way and watched her reaction. The anger rising from Lakadimos was intense. She had been totally and utterly humiliated for all to see.  

“Shall we go have a chat with Darth Mortis and Darth Gravus to inform them of her disrespect Darth Marr?”, looking at Lak still on her knee,” Stand by my door and await my return.”

“As you command Lord.”

“Thats a good apprentice. See it’s not so hard.”

Marr and Nox left her office and stood outside in the main area. “How long should we wait to go back in. I am sure she is freaking out right now.”

“Did she really come to your office and challenge you?” Marr asked slightly perplexed, “ I know Gravus is a traditionalist and it is no surprise she is but this is reckless even for someone trained by him.”

“I would wager he doesn’t know she has written me or is here right now. I think his apprentice has gone rogue. You might want to have a sit down with Gravus and tell him to get his house in order. Shall we go back in?”

[sithhoplite]

Return to Korriban Part One

In an AU verse that @lordviridis and I created because we love our AU verses, Lord Lakadimos was not adopted into the family of Darth Mortis but became the apprentice to his wife Darth Kalma (Indran.) She is no longer a Warrior but is not training to become a diplomat. Back to Korriban she goes for education in that sphere because it seems shoving ones lightsaber into a person isn’t good diplomacy, who knew. Old grudges, prior memories and hatred of who she is still follows her.

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The red sands of Korriban crunched under her boots as she stepped upon it, her cape swirled in the wind while the Sith Academy came into view. The last time she was here it was a hellish experience but now she hoped it would be different.

Slinging her bag over her shoulder she walked slowly towards the Academy, taking in the sound of the wind howling, acolytes returning from and going towards trials, guards patrolling the grounds and slaves trying to be as invisible as possible as to not invite the wrath of a superior. The slave part hit her hard for a moment, memories of her time as a child, as a slave were not far from her mind each time she came to this planet. 

“Welcome home Lak.” she said aloud but to no one in particular

Reaching her room Lak dropped her duffle bag onto the bed and set down her briefcase next to her desk. The room was definitely an upgrade from her previous time as a student. Her schedule was already on her desk, picking up the padd as she unclipped her cape she shook her head. It was going to be so different from everything she had learned before. 

Research Basics 101

Basic Diplomacy 101-102

Conflict Resolution *a lightsaber to the stomach usually fixes any conflict she mused*

Many other classes related to diplomacy awaited her as well.

She admitted to herself she was anxious and worried she wouldn’t be able to meet Darth Kalma’s expectations but she had sworn an oath as her apprentice and she was going to be damned if she failed. 

A knock at the door brought her out of her self doubt, she could feel the fear on the other side, a slave was awaiting her.

“What do you want?”

Eyes rooted to the ground, “Darth Intun requests your presence immediately.”

“Thank you, you may go.” 

It was strange to her walking in the corridors, people moving out of her way, no sneers or being called mothax to her face. Entering his office she held her head high and stepped in. Inclining her head, “You wished to see me My Lord?”

“I did.” His tone not giving anything away as to what he thought of her while he looked her up and down. “So you return but under a new Master. I must say I am impressed someone like Darth Kalma would take you as an apprentice but you have always exceeded expectations haven’t you?”

“I have tried my Lord and it seems in some ways succeeded.” turning her head to look him, showing no fear to him

“I must say since you left here you have been a busy Sith” looking down at her file, “Taris, Leritor, Lahsbane, command of your own Legion, very impressive. It seems you were indeed put on the right career choice yet you wish to change it now. Why?”

“I take pride in my success on and off the field of battle my Lord but being a soldier was never my choice, it was made for me. I wish to serve the Empire and Emperor in another way which is as a diplomat. The end goal is still expanding our Empire just in a different way, my skills on the battlefield give me a different insight to negotiations that many do not have.”

“I have no choice but to accept you into this track but I do not like it. Freedom has gone to your head, you think you are better than the slave you still are. I will do everything I can to ensure you fail and are sent back to the front to die and abandoned by your new Master. You will always be a slave and you would do well to remember that. Get out of my office.” 

“We will see my Lord, you are not the first person to want and try to kill me here and like the others you will fail.” inclining her head and clicking her boots she headed back to her quarters seething. Just as she had proved them wrong before she would again. 

[sithhoplite]

Name: Andriy Nokiv

Age: 32

Rank: Lord

Five words to describe him: funny, loyal, dedicated, loving, athletic

Kinks: spanking, teasing, Dominant role in a D/s situation, being in control

Andriy is a young Sith Lord from the prominent Aegis family of Dromund Kaas. He works in Production and Logistics as head of mid rim supplies. He is a rabid fan of the smashball team the Kass City Gundarks and played until a torn ACL ended his career. He is sarcastic, loyal, funny, a bit vain and friendly. Andriy admits he is a middling swordswoman and is much more proficient with the Force.

His mother is a lead attorney in Darth Mortis sphere while his father is an assassin in the sphere of Darth Rictus.

He is currently engaged to Lord Lakadimos (AU Lak). They met in the caf line and a romance blossomed. He is very much the Dominant in thier D/s relationship. He proposed to her in her parents garden after a year and a half together.