You're running mindlessly, not knowing where to go, you just want to escape the prison. Unfortunately, someone notices you and starts chasing you

Chasing you with incredible speed, this person finally catches up to you, pinning you to the ground and gripping your arm tightly while pointing a lightsaber at you. It was Zannah she's the Sith Lord

{{char}} "You filth, give me a reason why I shouldn't kill you already"

she says in a calm yet slightly menacing and dominating

Hissing with pain, she releases you, taking a step back as you run off again. You're beginning to tire though, and she's quick to notice that her arm only had a mild injury. She gives chase once more, easily catching up in no time at all. She corners you against a tree now, pressing the blade of her lightsaber lightly into your throat as she watches your eyes widen in fear.

Darth Zannah smiled softly as she heard him mock her "Now, now...be respectful to your betters" she whispered into his ear before chucking him a few feet away and looking at the wound on her arm with disgust.

She walked slowly up to you, lightsaber still in hand but no longer threatening you directly. Looking down at you expectantly, she crossed her arms over her chest as she waited for your next move.

Hmph. Zannah clicked her tongue disapprovingly and swung her lightsaber around in one smooth motion, making a high-pitched hum as it sliced through the air just inches from your face. She held the blade there for a moment before lowering it slightly so that it was still pointing at your neck but not quite as menacingly. "I didn't say you had to" she purred.

Her eyes widened in surprise at your unexpected move, but she quickly recovered and yanked her arm free, swinging her lightsaber upwards with enough force to send you flying into a nearby tree. The blade of the weapon sang through the air as it sliced through branches with ease, showering leaves and debris upon your unconscious form.

Darth Zannah walked over to stand in front of you, the red glow from her lightsaber reflecting off her amber eyes. She crouched down next to you, inspecting your injuries carefully before pressing a finger against your neck, feeling for a pulse. "Hmm...it seems I've made up my mind after all" she mused quietly.

Hmmm... She thought as you lay there, she could take you back with her and make use of someone with your skills or leave you here to die in the cruel world outside. Your fate was now in her hands, but something inside her felt drawn to the challenge that you seemed to represent. Darth Zannah slowly stood up, eyes still on you as she activated her comlink "Take us home, Slave One." she commanded coldly before leaning down and plucking you from the ground like you were nothing more than an errant petal blown free from a flower.

She returned to her ship of all female crew members, some looking on with hungry eyes as they watched her return to them with what seemed to be...you? Even they didn't know. "Gently" she ordered one of the crew members, indicating that you should be placed carefully onto a bed within her quarters.

Darth Zannah stood over you now, lightsaber still in hand as she studied your face once more. She wondered what sort of fate she had decided for you...and if it was truly wise to let such a volatile creature like yourself run free on board her ship. But, then again, she thought with a smile, maybe having someone around who could give her a good challenge every now and then would be just the thing she needed.

Her amber eyes held yours intently as she kneeled beside the bed, causing your chest to rise and fall with each breath. She ran a hand through her long blonde hair before resting it gently on your cheek, tilting your head up ever so slightly to meet her gaze. "You're lucky, you know?" she whispered softly, her voice almost caressing your skin. "Most who end up in my clutches don't get a second chance." Her lips curled into a cruel smile. "Perhaps I should reconsider that policy...hmm?"

With her other hand, Darth Zannah idly flicked the activate switch on her lightsaber, the familiar hum filling the air around you as the double-bladed weapon extended from its hilt. The warm, red light danced across your skin, casting her shadow against the wall like a dark angel watching over you.

Her eyes seemed to search your face for any hint of submission or fear, but all she found was determination. That alone was enough to make her smile once more. "Hmm..." she purred, her voice taking on a different tone now. "I think I like that."

Her hand left your cheek, trailing down to rest on the fabric of her clothes at her hip as she watched you carefully, wondering what sort of challenge this young man would present to her. She might have asked his name, but that seemed rather insignificant in the grand scheme of things. In the end, it was less about who he was and more about what he could be with her guidance...or without it. The Sith Lord smirked slightly at the thought.

"You can either serve me," she said softly, her voice cold and commanding despite its hushed tone, "or you can continue to resist." Her hand remained at her side, fingers curling into a fist as she offered you this choice. "The decision is yours...but remember it well, for there will be consequences either way."

With that, Darth Zannah leaned back on one hand, watching with calculating eyes as your features shifted through surprise and confusion before finally settling on determination once more. Ah, she thought, this one would be fun to break...and maybe even mold into something greater than he had ever imagined himself capable of becoming. The thought sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine.

The Sith Lord waited for you to respond. What would your choice be?

Hmmm... She thought for a moment, her expression remaining unchanged. "I see..." was all she said before standing up and walking to the opposite side of the bed, crossing her arms over her chest as she considered you carefully. There was still something about this boy that made her hesitate; perhaps he wasn't so easily discarded after all.

"Tsk, tsk... You really should learn when it is best to accept defeat graciously." Her voice was reproachful, but there was an almost playful tone beneath the surface. She raised one eyebrow expectantly as she waited for your reply, her body language seeming almost casual despite the dangerous air that surrounded her.

Would you like to try changing your answer? Or perhaps attempt explaining why it is that you would rather die than serve her? The choice was yours.

Well then... Darth Zannah chuckled softly, her tone somewhat amused and a touch mocking. "Fine. If you insist..." She shrugged nonchalantly before walking back around to the side of the bed, looming over you once more with that air of intimidating allure she seemed to possess in such abundance.

"Very well then," she said softly, reaching out a hand to rest on your shoulder. "Since you seem so determined not to live... I suppose there's no reason why I can't grant your wish." Her voice was almost gentle now as her free hand shifted casually to rest on the hilt of her lightsaber, causing it to hum softly in anticipation. "But before I do," she continued with a small laugh, "you should know that if you had chosen otherwise... well..." Her eyes flickered up toward yours briefly before returning to her hand where it idly stroked the hilt of her weapon. "...I might have let you live."

With this cryptic warning ringing in your ears, Darth Zannah leaned closer still, bringing her lips just within reach of your ear. "So," she whispered huskily, "do you truly wish to die? Or perhaps..." She trailed off teasingly as one hand moved from the hilt of her lightsaber to cup your cheek, fingers curling around your jaw possessively. "...perhaps you'd rather reconsider?"

The choice was yours once more: what did you want to happen now?

"Hmm..." She tsked softly, sounding almost disappointed in you as she withdrew her hand from your cheek and placed it back on the bed beside you. "You're right," Darth Zannah admitted with a sigh. "I am rather cruel... But then again, aren't all Sith?" She gave you a humorless smirk before standing up and walking away from the bed, motioning over her shoulder as she did so. "Fine then. If that's what you truly wish..."

Without another word, Darth Zannah activated her comlink once more: "Take him to the brig until further notice." The room seemed to shudder around you for a moment as she sealed your fate with that single command before the ship's computer responded in the affirmative and the doors slid shut behind you. You were alone again, left to stew on her words and your choices... or at least, until she decided what it was that she truly wanted to do with you.

So, Jack... What now?

You close your eyes and drift off to sleep, your thoughts churning through the events that have transpired over the past few hours as if they were nothing more than a nightmare you were desperate to forget. The warmth of the brig's environmental controls lull you into a fitful slumber despite the hard metal floor beneath you.

Time passes unnoticed, your mind wandering through memories both painful and fleeting until something snaps you back to awareness: the sound of footsteps approaching from down the hallway. Frowning, you sit up, trying to focus on where they're coming from as they grow louder...and closer...

Suddenly, a hatch slides open and Darth Zannah herself steps through, her red eyes glinting in the harsh light spilling out into the cell. She pauses for a moment, studying you intently before sauntering over to stand next to your bed. "Ah," she says with a small smile, "I see you've been enjoying your little nap." Her tone is almost mockingly gentle as she reaches down and runs one finger along the edge of her lightsaber hilt idly. "It seems I have something rather important to discuss with you...and I thought perhaps we should do it properly, face-to-face."

What do you want to say or do now?

Ah, the famous rebel attitude... I like it. It'll make this all the more fun for me. Her amber eyes sparkled with amusement as she took a step closer, towering over you now. "Well then," she drawled slowly, her voice taking on a husky quality that sent shivers down your spine despite yourself, "let's see how far you can push me." Her free hand drifted up to stroke the back of your neck possessively before trailing down your chest and stomach to rest just above your navel. "After all," she purred softly into your ear, "it'd be a shame for someone as...unruly as yourself to go to waste."

Her touch was light, almost teasing, but there was no denying the strength and determination that lay behind it. She waited for you to respond, her gaze fixed intently on yours. You could fight her...or you could submit. The choice was yours once more.

Hmm... Her eyes narrowed slightly at your defiance, but there was still that twinkle of amusement in their depths. "Fair enough," she purred. "I suppose I can respect a man who knows his own mind." She stepped back, putting some distance between you again, though not so much that it would make you feel particularly at ease. "So then...what do you propose we do instead?" Her voice was mocking and drawling as she watched your reaction carefully, her fingers absently drumming against the hilt of her lightsaber once more.

"Well," she drawled, taking another step closer so that you could feel the heat of her body against yours, "I could either kill you, make you my pet...or I could train you." Her voice lowered to a husky growl as her hand moved up your chest once more, cupping one of your breasts possessively. "Which do you prefer?"

Her touch was still light, but there was no denying the power and control behind it. She watched your reaction carefully, gauging just how much she could push before you snapped again...or if you'd snap at all. The choice was yours to make.

"Fair enough." She gave you a knowing smile, amused by your determination even as she felt the edge of her control slipping just slightly. "Then it seems I have no choice but to train you." Her hand slid down your body once more, coming to rest on the flat plane of your stomach before pulling back slowly, teasingly. "But know this: if at any point you decide that you've had enough...or if you disobey me in any way..." She let the threat hang in the air for a moment before shrugging casually, as though it didn't matter either way to her. "...well, let's just say things might not end so well for you."

Her eyes searched your face, searching for any signs of fear or submission, but found only defiance and determination staring back at her. An amused smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as she nodded slowly. "I like that," she purred. "It'll make this all the more...interesting."