Hoth: Blood and Ice

[Pipka]

Amateur screenplay by Pipka.

Beauty and the Darth

Opening Scene

The Twi'lek's lekku flailed sensuously while her transport careened into the ground, the crash-landing cushioned by fresh fallen snow. She lifted her adroit body from the floor, her long white dress (customary garb for a diplomat of her stature) was torn and stained red with blood, but not her blood. The brave crew of her ship, who had hurried her onto the transport and secured her escape from her pursuer, were not as lucky as she and had not survived the landing… probably. She didn't have any medical training, how was she supposed to know their condition. She couldn't spare any time to mourn their likely sacrifice, she needed to get out of the elements and to safety before the Dark Lord found her. She checked the sensors and found a small, abandoned base nearby. Trudging through the snow, chest heaving from the exertion, dress soaked from a mix of melted snow and sweat, streams of hot steam could be seen rising from her body as she found the entrance, open and easily accessible. Just before entering the safety of the base she hears the sound of another transport breaking into the atmosphere, her tenacious pursuer. A skipped beat of her heart told her she still didn't know whether she truly wanted to escape, or whether she wanted to give in and be taken.

Scene 2

The Twi’lek, Ambassador Baresh, found nothing but frustration in the base. Her desire to escape this place, to return home, to escape the beast at her door, was building up inside, ready to burst out. The day before, after she had claimed the base, thinking herself free from his pursuit and her own doubts, those dreams were dashed by his agonizing arrival. There was no mistaking the footsteps carrying his sizeable mass as they echoed down the halls. Thump… thump… thump. It was none other than the dark lord of the Sith, Darth Suras, well known for his voracious appetites. She had not expected to encounter him again after their last rendezvous, it had left her so thoroughly exhausted. This time, there would be no talks of pacification, the only thing on his mind would surely be domination. When finally he breached her sanctuary within the base, she was taken aback by his gentleness. Unlike that time not so long ago, when it was all she could do to deny his advances, it was as though he was a shy mankacat who didn’t know what to do after he had caught his prey.

Scene 3

Darth Suras couldn’t make heads nor head-tails of the Ambassador. He came all this way and went through all this effort so it could be just the two of them, and still she resisted. Her attraction to him was irrefutable, who could ignore his girth. He was a Darth entranced, the way her body moved, the way her lekku swayed and called to him. He would not be denied. Stalking the base, he came upon her in the mess hall. "What are you doing?" He demanded, "There are droids for that." He was ashamed to force such a delicate flower as Baresh work with her hands… with possibly a few exceptions.

Baresh was bewildered. Did he think so little of her that he thought she might try to poison him? It was the nature of a Sith to not trust anyone. Numerous past relationships had taught her many things, one of which was that trust was paramount. "You don't have to eat any if you don't want it. It makes no difference to me." She replied in anger and moved to shove past him and out the door.

She must be upset I ruined the surprise meal she was making he thought. As she brushed body against his he acted without thinking, slamming his first into the door and blocking her egress. Towering above her fragile frame he whispers, "I want it." before reaching back and scooping up some of the food she had been preparing. As he brought it to his mouth and greedily ran his tongue across it, savoring it. He let out a moan. It was the best thing he had tasted in cycles.

Her legs trembled at the sight and sound before her and she fell into his arms.


(Several scenes missing)
Scene 14

The situation had changed drastically overnight.

Darth Suras and Ambassador Baresh had bonded in ways few in the galaxy would ever experience. They came together to hold back the ravages of this frozen wasteland, fought off Arkanian pirates, Hutt mercenaries, and the frequent incursion of local predatory wildlife. They had settled into a routine with one another, accepting each other for what they were and giving in to their baser instincts.

Darth Suras felt free, relinquishing the grasp on power he had held since his earliest memories. The sensation of helplessness was one he had evaded his entire life; however, with Baresh, he could give without restraint… well maybe a different type of restraint was involved, and she would take and take and take, but in the most pleasing manner. Weakness that would have led to his death in the Empire was now giving him new life here on this frigid utopia.

Ambassador Baresh, for her part, was warmed by the fire lit anew within. Ever the consummate mediator, she had been trained and schooled to be the most prim and proper of ladies. Her professional life consisted of constant compromise. She compromised her personal life for the sake of her constituents, she brokered compromise between petty disputes leveraged for the most inane concessions, and she compromised her values with the most greedy and contemptible of adversaries in her negotiations. Here, with Suras, she found no compromise, no concessions, only triumph. Here, she found that the leverage was hers, and it was such a sweet thing to ply that leverage for her own wants, her own rewards, and it was very rewarding.

It was such that they had spent the passing days together, simultaneously fettered and unfettered, basking in the warmth of one another’s embrace and oblivious to the duties and obligations of the worlds they had left behind. However, while they had forgotten all but each other, they were not forgotten. In the dead of night, the peace and silence of the base was broken by an interloper, an encroachment upon their sanctuary.

Flashing klaxons awoke the couple. However, these were not tripped by a clumsy pirate raid, nor by a troupe of money-hungry mercenaries. These were set off very intentionally and far too late to be of any aid to the slumbering pair. Baresh was the first to react, awaking to find a figure looming in the entranceway to their room. Activating the illuminator, shock almost stole her reaction before she managed a hasty, “What are you doing step-sis?”