Lightside Sith 005

AN: Unscheduled release. Don't get used to it! I retconned last chapter, Kaine stole other clothing before reaching the graveyard, and is dressed like a generic military dictator atm. Enjoy! Think of a fit sort of like this, but obv our boy is a red skinned Pureblood.

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The air in the graveyard seemed to stagnate, and Kaine realized what he had just said. Their precarious positioning added fuel to the fire. Padmé had just helped him sit up from his temporary paralysis, laying his back against Qui-Gon's honorary tombstone, whilst she was in a kneeling position. One of her hands was still clenching his shoulder, and they were practically breathing on top of one another. 

“i'm sorry?” Padmé replied with an awkward smile, tilting her head to the side. 

The Force warned him that she was slowly reaching for a holdout blaster at her hip. If he didn't act fast, he might just end up on the nightly news! Of course, a Lightside Sith wouldn't be so crass as to murder someone without letting them know your name. 

“My apologies if my words shocked you, Senator Amidala. Allow me to formally introduce myself. My name is Kaine Renstar, a Sith student of Count Dooku. However, I promise you, I mean you no harm.” Kaine said with a sincere smile. 

“Smooth.” Qui-Gon said from the side. 

“Shut it old man.” Kaine silently grumbled. 

Padmé briefly glanced over her shoulder due to the byplay, but as she couldn't see the Force Ghost, her brow furrowed. In that quick look, it also became apparent that the locked gate had been vaulted, and that Kaine really had no business being here. 

“If you're having a mental breakdown, Naboo has many different facilities to treat your illness. I would be happy to have someone escort you.” Padmé slowly let out. 

“She doesn't believe you. How amusing. I wonder what her reaction would be once she sees the face under that mask?” Qui-Gon seemed to ask himself. Stroking his beard, the wise Jedi seemed to have a twinkle in his eye as he watched the scene unfold. 

As for Kaine, his eyebrow twitched. Currently, he was wearing a new mask he had stolen from a stall. Although it wasn't as silly as the toucan mask, it was another animal, severely limiting his credibility. 

‘Fuck, I never imagined I'd have to convince someone I'm an assassin. How the mighty Sith have fallen…’ Kaine hung his head in shame. 

“There isn't anything wrong with admitting yourself to a mental institution. How about I help you up, and we leave this forlorn place?” Padmé stood up, wiped her knees, and held out a hand with a beaming smile. 

Kaine could sense her genuine good nature, and took critical damage to the heart. In a galaxy full of scum & villainy, it was rare to meet such kind people. Too bad he was a Lightside Sith, who told her to steal his thunder?! 

Reaching out his hand towards hers, he knocked it away. 

Holding her hand in pain, a shocked look came across her face when Kaine suddenly lunged, and grabbed her by the wrists. Her blaster was now pointing at the sky, and he had slammed her into a nearby mausoleum. 

“I could squeeze the air out of you right now, and no one would know.” Kaine maliciously whispered. 

Padmé didn't say a word, yet her lifted to kick him in the crotch. Sensing it as it came, he blocked her out, but they both fell to the floor as a consequence. After a brief tussle, he kicked off her, and whilst she was prone, he ignited his lightsaber, and pointed it at her neck. 

The blaster pistol was still in Padmé's hand, yet for her to move it now would be a gamble, and they both knew it. 

“So? Do you believe me now, Miss Amidala?” Kaine snarked. 

“Perhaps you aren't crazy. I believe you were sent by Dooku.” Padmé nodded. 

+1 Lightside Points. 

Seeing his numbers go up, Kaine felt his lip curl. 

Ah, sweet justice. 

“But you don't want to kill me, do you?” She continued to speak, causing him to pause in his gloating. 

“Oh, she's good.” Qui-Gon nodded along. 

“Hm? What makes you say that? Perhaps I wish to capture you, only to make your execution as spectacular as a firebrand such as yourself deserves?” Kaine darkly chuckled. 

Her expression paled at that, and a faint +1LP floated into the air. Afterall, a Lightside Sith wouldn't just kill someone in a graveyard. A former Queen turned Senator, why, that'd be deserving of a grand spectacle! Fortunately for her, he was a true paragon, and didn't have such designs. However, he was curious what gave her such confidence. 

“I think there's good in you. I saw that you truly respected Qui-Gon Jinn, and you could've killed me at any time…why don't you give up the mantle of Sith, and turn a new leaf.” She spoke with a strong conviction, and stared right at him. 

“Truthfully, I would love nothing more than to see the galaxy at peace, my dear Senator, however…” Kaine began, then shook his head, stopping midsentence, and staring off into the distance. 

“However?” She asked, slowly sitting herself up. 

“The Republic is corrupt, and unfortunately, with a face like mine, I'm afraid the Jedi would never suffer me to live.” Kaine pitilessly chuckled, like a man who was marching towards the gallows. 

Padmé frowned at that. “I admit, the Republic has its fair share of corruption, but the Confederacy is no better. We have elected a reformer, a great man of vision as Chancellor! And the Jedi…although they are enemies with the Sith, I could make them see reason.” 

Seeing how serious she was saying those words, Kaine couldn't help but burst out into laughter. ‘Seriously, Palpatine as a reformer?!’ 

“You don't have to be like this. I can fight for you.” Padmé continued unwaveringly. 

Kaine waved her off. “Save your words for another fight, Your Majesty.” He said sarcastically. “For you see, you aren't dealing with the average Sith anymore.” 

Lifting a hand up dramatically towards his mask, he paused when his hand touched its face, and then in one smooth motion, ripped it off with a flourish. Possessing black hair, naturally golden pupils, and smooth red skin, he cut a heroic pose. 

Padmé shook her head, not understanding the point he was trying to make. Qui-Gon, meanwhile, was repressing a laugh by repeatedly coughing into his hand. 

‘Damn bastard doesn't even need to breathe.’ Kaine internally growled, convinced that his cool reveal was ruined by the damned blue ghost. 

“Although one mask has been removed, you need not remain so guarded with the young Senator. Heed her counsel, and there may yet be a bright future for you with the Order, young one.” Qui-Gon regained his composure, and offered his advice. 

Kaine rolled his eyes, and focused his attention on his ‘rescuer’ eager to farm more LP. 

“I admit, speciesism is rife across the Republic, and many non-Humans have joined the CIS for this reason…but that doesn't change the fact that I believe in you.” She replied, the conviction in her voice only seemed to grow once she discovered he was an alien. 

Kaine deadpan stared at her. Now this was getting ridiculous. He wanted to lambast her for her suicidal empathy, but then he had a devious thought. What if I turn her against Anakin, against the Republic she holds dear? 

Oh yes, oh yes indeed! How many Lightside SITH Points would he accrue should he convince the most radically diehard pro-Republic pacifist that the entire basis for her belief system was guided by a decrepit old man. An old man, mind you, who was hellbent on seducing her lover to the Darkside. For a minute, Kaine did everything in his power NOT to blink, smirk, or breakout into creepy laughter. 

“She's staring.” Qui-Gon reminded. 

Kaine blinked, and then turned on the water works. As someone who could cry on command-it's a skill, look it up!-a single tear spilled down his cheek. 

“I'm sorry. I would like to take you up on your offer. I really would. It's just that…” Kaine got out, and somewhat doubled over, his voice warbling in faux sorrow. 

“What? What is it?” Padmé said in concern, and had now stood to her feet whilst he had withdrawn his lightsaber. 

“It's just that the Sith are both an ideology, and a species. The red skinned people-my people-were genocided by the Jedi. My home planet was once a lush jungle, now it is but a desert. There are but a handful of us left, and the Jedi kill us on sight.” Kaine sighed, and went on to recount the history of Korriban and the Sith. 

Of course as he narrated this story, he made sure to mention the Jedi & their many warcrimes, and paint the Sith as an ideology that broke the chains of slavery, and had made a treaty with the Republic, only for them to break it first. The best part about his story, was that it was all technically true. Even Qui-Gon offered no rebuttal. His ghastly countenance flickered several times, as if he were deep in thought. 

“...and now I'm working for a man who will likely torture me upon failing to assassinate you.” Kaine sighed, hunching his shoulders. 

“Oh, you poor thing. I had no idea how complicated the Sith have had it!” Padmé said, clenching her fists at the injustice of it all. 

+1LP. 

Kaine masked his laughter with a pained cough. 

“So as you can see, I'm in quite the dilemma. I apologize for scaring you earlier, but I didn't know what to do.” Kaine apologized, genuinely embarrassed that he got snuck up on by a regular person after fudging Qui-Gon's summoning. 

“Your orders were to explicitly kill me?” Padmé asked in concern. 

“Unfortunately.” Kaine nodded along. “I have no idea how to escape this trouble.” 

“This is difficult…you're determined to remain in the Confederacy despite their problems, so I won't try to sway you from your beliefs just yet.” She talked aloud, practically whispering to herself. Glancing at him, she slightly nodded. 

Kaine felt goosebumps all over, he swore she must be thinking some nonsense female thoughts like ‘I can fix him.’ Although Padmé was a nice person, at the end of the day, she was a politician, and wasn't afraid to blast her way out of a situation. A sparkle began to form in her eye, and the longer she stared at him, the more Kaine felt like he was some puzzle to be unlocked, or a tool to be used. 

“Why don't you attend my peace summit?” She finally said. 

“Huh?” Kaine blinked in surprise. 

“That might actually work. Master always loved a good show. Of course, if you made a fool of yourself, or embarrassed him, your fate would probably be worse than if you failed to kill the girl.” Qui-Gon nodded along. 

‘Dude, you are the Jedi ghost, right?’ Kaine gave the apparition the stink eye, then turned towards the Senator. 

“Hmm. I don't know, could I have some time to think about it?” Kaine said, scratching the back of his head. 

“Of course, here is an invitation in case you decide to come.” She smiled sweetly, and reached into her robe, then handed over a token. 

Kaine glanced down, and saw that it was some Naboo symbology he couldn't make sense of. Whatever it was, it most definitely wasn't your average ordinary invitation. Most likely, this was a personal item of hers. 

“Miss Amidala, how could I possibly acce-” He got out, when a massive-in comparison to himself-presence in the Force slammed down onto the scene. 

“Padmé, are you safe?!” Anakin-motherfucking-Skywalker shouted in worry, and practically teleported onto the scene. 

The wind whooshed in the graveyard, and all the stale air disappeared as the teen who had lost his arm less than two weeks ago arrived on the scene. 

Blue lightsaber already ignited, the handsome boy was staring daggers at Kaine as he watched Padmé hand over a precious keepsake from her parents. 

Looking down, Kaine saw that both her hands were clasping his, and closing his fingers around the token. 

“Get your grimy hands off of her, Sith!” Anakin roared, and lunged forward. 

“-ccept, I accept your invitation to serve as a foreign dignitary!” Kaine hurriedly got out, and 100% did not hide behind the lithe girl. 

After all, using pretty young women as meat-shields was definitely not the Sith way! 

“Anakin! This is my guest! You will not harm him!” Padmé moved forward, and opened her arms wide. 

“But Padmé', he's a Sith! The history classes have said his people are-” 

“I cannot believe what I am hearing! Annie, are you judging am individual based upon group actions?! I thought the Jedi taught you better than that!” Padmé huffed, attacking Skywalker's life points directly. 

“But Padmé'-” 

“No buts, he is my guest, and last I checked this is Naboo, not the Jedi Temple of Coruscant!” She huffed, putting her foot down. 

Like the whipped dog he was, Anakin reluctantly put his lightsaber away. “Fine, but so long as he is here, I'm not leaving your side.” He said in an overly protective tone. 

“Please Kaine, feel free to enter the palace. I guarantee your safety.” Padmé ignored Anakin, and hit Kaine with a sweet smile. 

However, this was the dangerous woman's smile that conveyed ‘you'd better listen to me, or else!’ 

“It was a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Padmé.” Kaine bowed, and then turned to smirk at Skywalker. 

The teen was absolutely malding, and the Force around him was all pent up with nowhere to release his energy. Skywalker at this moment, was acting like a cuckold that walked in on the act, but couldn't do a damn thing to stop it! 

Apparently messing with the Chosen One was like crack for his System, because the +1LP's wafting off that boy were enough for 20 whole points! 

Of course, Kaine didn't feel smug for long, because the death glare he received from the Chosen One was enough to make a man's balls feel frozen over. One did not simply figuratively fuck Darth Vader's wife in front of him, and live long to tell of it. 

Walking away with a bit of sweat dripping down his spine, he slowly walked towards the palace, hoping to freeload and see if he could farm any more points before tomorrow. As he was occupied with his own thoughts, Qui-Gon seemed to be dragged along with him, as if an invisible tether kept the ghost bound to him within a certain range. Instead of bemoaning his fate, the ghost was repeatedly stroking his own beard. 

“Hrm, so Obi-Wan did manage to teach Anakin history. I didn't think he had it in him.” 

Kaine stopped in his tracks, stared the ghost down, and then pinched the bridge of his nose. He'd never known about a Sith dying due to being nagged by a Jedi, but Qui-Gon was certainly trying his best!