FPS: Traitors Chapter Five Part One
Title: Traitors Chapter Five (Part One)
Fandom: Star Wars
Pairing/s: Anakin/Obi-Wan with hints of Anakin/Padme and possibly other pairings
Rating: R/NC-16 (for the whole story)
Summary: In a universe witnessing the imminent rise of Palpatine's power, hope struggles to survive in the bleakest of times. If all hope lies with a single pair already broken by distrust, will there be any hope left?
A/N: Another inexcusable late post simply because I didn't have time to be posting this amidst my homework on FIVE freaking subjects. For all of you people waiting out there for something sexual to be happening, it's coming in a chapter or two. For now, there's just tension. I appreciate all your comments!
Traitors
“My lord, what shall I do with the rest of the children?” the clone commander asked.
He thought over it for a while, musing over the possibilities that were presented.
“Take them to the AgriCrops,” he said, after a minute. “The rest of the Force defects are there, anyway. Then, kill them.”
“An air raid, sir?” inquired the clone.
“Whatever that has to be done,” he said, waving his hand in a dismissive manner. “None should be left alive. Afterwards, prevent any transportation ships from leaving or going to the planet. It would be wise to prevent the news from reaching the ears of the public.”
“Yes, my lord. It shall be done.”
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Asarack was a small moon in the Solusu system, a short distance away from Coruscant. It looked far more like an asteroid with a weak gravitational field than an actual moon. Asarack was a few thousand miles too close to the sun for a comfortable climate. It orbited a desolate planet that had long been abandoned, when its inhabitants sought better fortunes elsewhere. During the day, the temperatures were unbearably high. However, when darkness set in, they would become unbearably low. Matched with the thin atmosphere that lay but a few feet from the ground, theoretically, it was a place that could not support life.
But as usual, theory and practice are two different things - and somehow, small evidences of life struggled to survive on the asteroid’s demanding surface. A strange type of plant that could have fallen under the categories of either “vines”, “moss”, or “fungi”, survived in small numbers, in places where there was sufficient water. It was a grayish plant, uninteresting in appearance, and would hardly spur a scientist, or even a biologist, to further studies.
However, recent discoveries and documentation had recorded that the atmosphere surrounding the moon had grown 0.26% thicker. It was only when a wandering group of travelers (one of which was an eager, young, scientist) halted at the moon, did they discover the unique ability of the plant to literally create an atmosphere.
Of course, such discoveries would have benefited entire systems. Life could be brought to empty and barren planets and moons. Problems faced by miners in planets with little or no atmosphere could be eased. Generally, life would have progressed much better.
Unfortunately, the moon fell into the hands of the Republic. Palpatine, who had been aware of the miraculous ability of the plant, had carelessly forgotten to make the knowledge known to the thousands of star systems in the galaxy. Instead, he had built a small outpost on Asarack, with the reason given to the public to be, “for observational purposes against the Separatists.”
The public had accepted that. The Jedi had questioned the move for a short period of time, wondering why an outpost should be built in a system of little value, before dismissing it, in the face of the crisis in the Outer Rim. Those who knew why could not, or would not, or dared not speak of it. It was an incident that came to pass out of their minds.
Less than a week ago, a small ship had arrived on Asarack - the first ship that had come in months. The outpost on Asarack was lightly defended, with most of the defense relying on a squad of old, jerky ships. It held little importance for the Separatists, and was never attacked during the course of the war.
Commander Kima Darvin was an unmarried woman, barely past the age of thirty, who had joined the Separatists’ fight against the Republic since the official beginning of the war. No one knew from which planet she came, although they knew her reason for joining. Her allegiance towards the Separatists had been spurred on by her hatred of the Republic for being ignorant of her people’s suffering for several centuries. There was nothing more she would like than to see the Republic crushed under the fists of the Separatists. It would give her more pleasure and satisfaction to push the red button herself.
She was a tall woman, with a lean frame and a shapely body. Often, she had been the object of fantasies for her inferiors and peers. However, anyone who so much had dared to lay an unwelcoming finger on her found themselves at the end of a blaster. More often than not, they would come out of it injured or dead. The late General Grievous had favored her for her merciless nature, and she had risen quickly among the ranks.
Commander Darvin looked out of the control station of the ship, Sebula III, at the moon of the unnamed planet. Despite the sheer size of the unnamed planet, the moon, Asarack, held more interest to her. Heat sensors had picked out the small outpost found at the edge of a crater. It would be easy to dispose of it without too much trouble, and she was already beginning to regret her decision to bring along six squads of tri-fighters.
She clucked her tongue in distaste at being reduced to destroying small, unimportant posts of little significance to the Separatists, or the Empire, like a common colonel. Despite her displeasure, she dared not disobey orders.
“Look out for any extra ships around the area,” she ordered, feeling that the open situation presented the likelihood of a trap, “then dispatch two squads to destroy any defenses the outpost may have, and the outpost itself.”
From the corner of her eye she watched, as fourteen tri-fighters made their way to the outpost.
(for more....part two...)