"I haven't got time to properly torture you today, creature..." Azriah's voice cut through the darkness.

Mathew could hardly think. He was a bit larger than usual for her, but she didn't particularly care. The Sith did not know why she came to Nar Shaddaa, she just knew that she was destined to be here. It was the pull of the force, something larger than what she was. It felt urgent though... Azriah looked down to his pathetic little form, pinching his hair between her index finger and thumb to look over him as he struggled naked in her grip.

"Pathetic..." She groaned, "I see your passions are still about you."

Mat knew exactly where he was, even without being able to see. It wasn't the first time he had encountered Azriah, and it would not be the last either. His heart raced as his vision came back to him, his body already pulsing with pleasure knowing that she was not going to be easy on his frail form. He could feel her moving, but when he was finally able to see clearly she had already let him go. The tiny human fell to his back down the black mouth of her boot, landing in the familiar dark and musky torture chamber that was her footwear.

"Die like an insect..." She said down to the little one as she stood back up. "I still can't feel your pleasures, but simply knowing you're down there is enough to enhance my strength. Do your best to survive this time, worm..."

Azriah gazed down to the bug in her shoe as she lifted her sweaty foot over her boot. Just like Aethiia, she didn't wear full socks. They simply came down her legs enough to wrap around the arch of her foot and provide support during her travels. This meant that the inside of her boot was ripe with sweat, enough to make Mat's tiny eyes water and his lungs sputter with every breath. She was already drawing energy from her deeds, even though he wasn't connected to the force. His pain, was her pleasure...

"So... What are we doing here again?" Vette said sheepishly as she peeked into Azriah's chambers.

"I don't know... I was drawn here for some reason." Azriah replied, casually slipping her foot into her boot.

She felt Mathew's pathetic little body slip beneath her toes, which was perfect. He fit there well enough that her toes were able to grip him, and she could feel his arousal between two of the digits. She purposefully flexed her toes over the little one just to feel him shiver and quake beneath her, smiling to herself as she stood back up and looked to Vette.

"Oh... Right... Force-stuff, gotcha." Vette replied with a skeptical tone, "You look unusually happy today."

"I'll tell you why later." Azriah replied as she made her way past her companion toward the ship's exit.

Later

Azriah could feel Mat's body slipping beneath her toes. She was deliberate though, making sure to keep him there so that he wouldn't die too quickly beneath her footfalls. It was torture for him though, with his arousal forced up between her digits. Every time she would lift her foot, her toes would lift from him as well... And when she would step down, they would slide back down his little arousal back into place. The sweat had made her skin slimy as well, and for how long the two had walked - Mathew was already crippled with pleasure.

It was too much for his little mind... He would scream from time to time, but his screams were blocked by her toes and the leather walls. She could feel him quivering and quaking beneath her, and she drew from that notion. The idea that she was torturing a tiny human with pleasure, in such a way that not a single soul would know that he even existed... That was truly empowering to her. The fact that with a single motion she could end his life with a simple step was intoxicating.

"Here..." Azriah said, looking to her left down an alleyway.

"That looks like trouble, and it smells really bad too. You sure you want to go down there?" Vette said, "We have time off from doing stupid things. Why not go do something productive like... I dunno, find bad people to shoot... Free some slaves..."

Azriah simply glanced over to Vette, which was enough to get her to stop.

"Is there at least something shiny down there? I like shiny things."

"I wouldn't have come if there was no point. Stay close."

The two ventured deep into the dark underbelly of Nar Shaddaa. While there were a few malfunctioning droids to take care of, there wasn't much in the way of hostile forces. It was a relatively safe journey, but there was more to this calling than met the eye. Azriah followed her instincts, which lead her to a small chamber that was locked away. The door looked as though it hadn't been opened in centuries...

"I can open it, give me a sec." Vette said happily, jogging over to the console nearby to pry it open.

"Thank you." Azriah replied, turning to look back down the path they had followed to get here.

"Still not used to a Sith saying that. I always thought you were all like... Inhuman ugly evil people."

"You were correct." Azriah coldly replied.

Just as she spoke, the doorway opened before her. She stepped into the room, which was filled with large crates... One of which caught her attention immediately. There was nothing outwardly different about it, which was likely why it was simply left there. However, it called to her.

"There..." She said softly, making her way to the crate.

With a flick of her wrist she drew her lightsaber. The dark-core blade shot from the hilt and slid across the locking mechanism, forcing the box to open. Just as quickly, it was back to be sheathed on her hip. With her left hand she had lifted the crate's lid to reveal its contents...

"That looks like junk." Vette said, "But if I were hiding something pretty, I might use junk to disguise it."

"Precisely..."

Azriah brushed away the debris quickly, revealing another smaller box beneath it. The moment she touched it, the small chamber began to open...

A white kyber crystal was within.

"That... Looks expensive." Vette said.

"It calls to me, but must belong to another..."

*Meanwhile*

"I can feel it, Tee-seven." Aethiia said as she gazed up to the dark ship before her. "That belongs to her, the Sith."

"Jedi = Dreaming of Sith. Sith = Important?" Tee-Seven replied in a series of beeps, one that Aethiia could understand completely.

She smiled down to the droid at her side, nodding.

"I trust in the force, and in my visions." Aethiia confidently replied, "I doubt she'll be cooperative to begin with though. I feel there's good in her, and I feel it's my place to show her the path to the light."

"T-7 = Trust Jedi. T-7 + Jedi = Unstoppable. Jedi = Must be careful."

"I will be..." Aethiia said as she turned toward the lift leading up to the ship, just as it opened to reveal both Azriah and Vette.

"Awkward." Vette said, pulling her pistols off of her hips as Azriah made her way into the chamber.

"The Hero of Tython." Azriah said confidently as she approached.

"I don't know who you are, Sith... But the force brought me here to bring you an offer." Aethiia said, her face stern and resolute. "No matter your past crimes, the Jedi Order will take you in. It's never too late to embrace the light side, and walk in the path of what is just and right."

"I will do no such thing." Azriah said, drawing her twin sabers from her hips. The two red-and-black beams shot from the hilt with a rough hiss.

They were alone, all of the civilians had been evacuated due to a few alarms that Tee-seven threw off. It was just the two now... Azriah had Mathew beneath her toes, she could feel her sweat draining down over his quaking body. He was likely not going to survive the encounter, but that would be a boon to her. His death would serve as a boost when she might need it the most, simply knowing that she had inadvertently killed a being in battle was enough to invoke more of the dark side's energy.

"I don't believe you." Aethiia said calmly, drawing her own blade. The beam that came from it was a bright blue, and slowly she began to walk toward the Sith Lord. "You aren't completely dark, I can feel it. You might be able to hide it from others, but you can't hide it from me."

"True power does not lie in the light side." Azriah said calmly as she began to walk. Vette ran over to some nearby boxes for cover, and Tee-Seven kept close to Aethiia to help shield her from blows. "It doesn't come from the dark side either."

"Yet you serve the Sith?"

"I serve the Sith because the Jedi will leash me with their disgusting ideals. You claim to be the moral high ground but if we refuse to follow your order, you try your best to cut us down. Convert or die..." Azriah continued, "I will use both sides to my advantage. True power lies not in the dark or the light, but in a unified force."

Just then, Azriah leapt through the air toward Aethiia, who did the same in return. Their sabers clashed in passing, and when they landed they began their battle. Azriah's dual blades slid through the air quickly, being blocked by Aethiia's single blade with ease. The Jedi knew that she could not stagnate in this battle, with both blades coming at her she could not afford to be caught locked in a stalemate. Instead of focusing their fight on the two force-sensitives fighting their battle, both Tee-Seven and Vette began taking shots at each other from behind cover while administering aid to their comrade in arms.

Every time Azriah took a swing, she kept her stance solid and grounded. Mathew could hardly breathe beneath her toes as the Sith’s sweat drenched him, filling his mouth whenever he tried to inhale for a breath. Aethiia could not sense his torture due to his lack of connection to the greater force, meaning she had no idea he was present here. The Jedi was quick enough to deflect every blow, but if she was going to make any headway in the battle, she needed to be creative.

With a single move, she did just that. She reached her left hand out in a force push, shoving Azriah back several yards in the process. However, in that same move she used the force to pull at Azriah’s lightsaber hilts. The Sith was able to keep hold of one blade, but the one in her right hand was knocked loose the moment that she was hit with the force push. This caused the lightsaber blade to fall toward the ground… Before it was able to land, however, Aethiia slid her blade up through the air – cutting it in two.

“Resourceful…” Azriah groaned, feeling Mathew struggling to breathe beneath her toes.

She had landed in a crouch, which had forced her digits down on Mathew’s tiny body to the point where his ribcage was having a tough time taking in air. She wasn’t out of the fight for long, and she was intent on returning the favor… Azriah quickly dashed toward the Jedi, who was ready to counter her attacks. Aethiia was superior when it came to single-bladed combat, since Azriah primarily used two blades herself. The Sith let out a mighty roar as they began their duel anew... Then, it happened. Azriah managed to land a kick so precise that even Aethiia’s defensive form was not enough to keep her blade in her hand. The moment Azriah saw the Jedi’s grip faulter, she used the force to pull the blade from her.

“No!” Aethiia yelped, disarmed. The Jedi lept back from her foe, landing in a crouch as Azriah laughed. The blade was thrown with such force that it fell from the landing bay into the abyss that was Nar Shaddaa.

“You amuse me, Jedi.” Azriah said calmly, dragging the tip of her saber blade along the ground as she closed the distance with what she assumed to be easy prey. Vette continued battling against Tee-Seven, making it impossible for the droid to come to the Jedi’s aid.

“I am my own weapon.” Aethiia said, standing triumphantly before the Sith Lord.

“I wonder what might happen if I brought the head of the Hero of Tython to the dark council. Oh what rewards they might bring to me…” She replied sadistically, leaving a trail of molten metal in her wake.

“I’m ready for you.” Aethiia said, just before the blade swung.

Aethiia was quick, she dodged to the left away from the blade’s slash and landed a blow to Azriah’s ribcage. Again and again the Sith swung her blade and did not make contact with the Jedi. She was fast, she was nimble, and she was determined. Even without a blade in hand she still had the force. Aethiia leapt into the air, landing with a massive wave of pressure enough to throw off the Sith’s footfall… However, she could not stand against Azriah like this forever. Even being fast and landing blow after blow, she would eventually fall to her dark blade.

Azriah leapt into the air, bringing her foot around for a kick to the head as Aethiia reached up to block it. Electricity surrounded her as the Jedi let out a fearsome warcry. Mathew, within Azriah’s boot, was dislodged by the sudden impact of her kick and slid beneath the sweaty red skin. The Sith didn’t notice at that point, everything was happening so quickly. She didn’t expect for a moment that Aethiia would use a dark-side technique… The Jedi yelled, and when Azriah landed before her, she was helpless. Electricity coursed through Azriah’s body as she was electrocuted. The blade in her left hand fell to the ground, as did she. Aethiia did not relent, watching her enemy fall before her. It was a last ditch effort of self-preservation…

Then, she caught herself.

She breathed heavily, inhaling and exhaling deep breaths as she looked to the woman on the floor before her – Singed… Mathew had been half-crushed in the landing by Azriah’s footfall, still alive – but barely. He didn’t get the brunt of Aethiia’s attack… However, the Sith Lord simply laughed. Oh was it a deep and hearty laugh…

“Embrace yourself.” She said as she stumbled to her feet. Her saber had been pushed far away from her, and now it was just the two of them standing face to face without weapons. Azriah had been defeated, and Aethiia was stunned that she even had the capability to use such a thing. “Neither dark, nor light can contain you. When the time comes… When you’re face to face with your destiny. Do not hesitate.”

“Surrender…” Aethiia said, shock still in her voice.

“Will you kill me in cold blood if I don’t? Show me what your order has taught you.” Azriah replied. As she reached into her satchel to pull out the white crystal, she felt Mathew’s little body compress beneath her foot. She let out a slight moan as he flattened, though it wasn’t something Aethiia noticed. “I have a feeling this is what we both were brought here for. It doesn’t belong to me, I know that. It belongs to you – We will meet again.”

Against her better judgement, Aethiia allowed the Sith to depart without attempting an arrest. She took the crystal though, a gift from an adversary she nearly lost herself killing…