Embraces

Jacen Solo—truthfully, Darth Caedus—strode forward, his black boots echoing dully against the metal walkway. Behind him, his black cape, a throwback to the days of his grandfather, Darth Vader, fluttered noiselessly, giving him the appearance of an ominous specter haunting the passageways of the Anakin Solo. At the end of the path, unconscious and bound spread-eagle before him, was his bane, his adversary… the one person who, perhaps, might have been able to challenge him for supremacy over the Force.

The Sword of the Jedi.

Jaina Solo.

His sister.

Caedus couldn’t help but smile. He had never even considered her a threat. His abilities with the Force had far surpassed hers; but, in truth, their ability to use it had always been equal. They were, after all, twins.

For a long moment, he studied the contraption with which she’d been bound and subdued. It was, honestly, a work of art as much as it was a restraining device. Built over a simple “x”-shaped crossframe, each wrist and ankle was securely bound to its respective end. The knees and elbows had similarly been restrained, and as a final touch, her hips and shoulders were pinned in place by metal braces… both designed to keep its occupant from fidgeting while being subjected to whatever… machinations… Caedus had in mind.

But there was something more… something that made it more than just a device for bondage enthusiasts. Something that, without which, would make the device all too easy for Jaina or any other Force-user to escape from. Something unique, something… ingenious.

Caedus reached up and placed his hand against the side of her head, carefully caressing the small nodule strapped to her temple. Blinking silently, the small mechanism was programmed to accept commands from Caedus when he used the Force, translating the spiritual signals into bioelectric signals through midichlorian transitors. Additionally, the small nodule continually sent small bursts of ysalamiri pheremones directly into her brain. Jacen—before he had become Darth Caedus—had studied the effects of ysalamiri as part of his boyish fascination with universal biology. The vinelike creature had a unique aspect; it carried both male and female pheremones. After many odd and, even in Caedus’ own mind, tiresome experiments with the ysalamiri, he had discovered that, by distilling the female pheromone apart from the male, he could use it to inhibit the Force within a person, while still leaving them susceptible to the Force from any outside source.

Rough translation: he could use the Force on her, but she couldn’t use it on him.

Or anything else, for that matter.

Caedus smiled in self-satisfaction. She would be waking up any minute now. A small thrill went through him as he realized how close he was to his objective. Had this been his first attempt at something like this, he might have allowed himself to feel a small tinge of nervousness. But it wasn’t, as Tahiri knew full well…


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