a/n: Yeah I’ve totally been spelling ‘Sidious’ wrong. I will correct this! Also, Sith training is a real bitch.
The first thing he did was kick her out of bed.
“I am your Master,” he said, as she knelt before him, her eyes red and wet. “It is not fitting.” He smiled inwardly at the flare of anger, the rising pain of rejection. “My Apprentice must obey me in all things. If you cannot accept this, then there is nothing I can teach you.”
Rey gritted her teeth and nodded, squelching the rising tide of tears. She bowed her head obediently as he paced around her, sizing her up as if he hadn’t been weighing her strengths and weaknesses for years.
“Then your training begins now.” Anticipation curled in her belly, thoughts of sabers, of battle - hands on flushed skin slick with sweat - flooding her mind. He turned and walked inside. Rey jumped to her feet, sparking with excitement.
“Sid –“ She yelped as he pushed her back down with the Force. She tried to stand again, only to find herself frozen on one knee, unable to move. He leaned against the doorway, watching silently as she struggled. Slowly he loosened his hold as she realizing what he was doing. He quirked an eyebrow in question. She nodded and stilled, straightening her back and balance.
Sidious left her there until the sun came up.
He found her out cold, lying curled up on her side. He paused, considering, and then planted his foot firmly on her back and pushed. She jerked awake and tried to stand, only to immediately tumble when her muscles gave out. He estimated that she’d lasted four hours. Not bad.
Not good either.
“Sidious – “ She cried out as his power ground her face into the dirt. She shook with shock, raw terror coursing through her as he reached down, wrapped his hand around her neck and squeezed.
“You will address me as ‘Master’, or ‘My Lord’,” he said, hauling her up by the hair. He leaned lower, so close that they were sharing breath. “Is that clear?”
“Yes – Si – “ His grip tightened. “Yes, my Lord!”
“Good,” he said, letting her drop. Slowly she raised herself to one knee, and bowed her head.
He brought her water around mid-day. Perhaps he was growing soft.
***
Sidious did not so much as mention combat training for weeks. There were other, more important lessons to learn. Two days outside had taught her the consequences of disrespect and (unlike Vader), she was quick to accept her place in the universe as well as obey. She set up a rough pallet on the floor next to their – his – bed. He had been tempted to exile her to the kitchen (or the roof), but it was awfully cold at night, the Wastes were dangerous, and he did not want to burn certain…bridges.
This, he thought, stretching luxuriously against the pillows, looking down on his exhausted apprentice, Is the way it should be. The thin blanket barely covered the long, curving lines of her shivering body.
Mine.
He further exposed her to the elements, training her in ways to block her pain and discomfort, and to ease both, lest the harsh world cause her permanent damage. He joined her on the first trip to the top of the Ravager. There, they removed all but the base layers of clothing and moved through the first Djem So kata as the sun beat down, their sweat evaporating as it hit metal.
Rey had second degree burns on the soles of her feet at the end of the day. He allowed her some bacta – her head and shoulders were unburnt, so she had succeeded in protecting herself to some degree - before leading her on a run to the Gorgon and back. Sidious gloried in every burning gasp of air, every cramp in his legs. Rey came up with increasingly inventive curses every step of the way. But she kept up.
***
Eventually she earned it. They cleared out the AT-AT’s hold and set up a makeshift sparring ring. He summoned her before the sun was up, three months to the day after he took her as an Apprentice. “All lightsaber combat can be traced back to this.” He paused in front of her and extended his hand, palm up. She looked up at him, frowning with confusion.
“The Force is in all things,” he continued. “It has always existed. And always will. Lightsabers, however…” He waved her up, positioned her into a basic defensive stance, one foot forward, one back, knees bent, her weight centered. “…Are a relatively recent invention.” He shoved at her shoulder to check her balance. When she could stand firm, he moved behind her.
“A true Sith is never unarmed,” he said in her ear, stepping close enough so that she could feel his heat. His arms circled her, lifted hers, and he positioned them in the Juyo ‘ready’ position. “Hold that,” he said, savoring her shiver. “The core of this form is strength. Conviction.”
He felt her question.
“A Sith is never unarmed,” he said. “Just as kata is not a dance.”
Sidious stepped away and watched her. Clearly she was expecting a repeat of her first night as his apprentice. Instead he came at her from the side – and this time she surprised him. She pivoted to the side and whipped an arm up to protect her face. They met in a violent clash of limbs, ending with Rey on her back, panting and red-faced, his knee on her throat.
“Good,” he said, smiling fiercely. “Again.”
a/n: Form VI, Niman: http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Form_VI One part left to go! I split this off from it because it suits the narrative better to be seperate
FILL (4/5): Edge of Night - Re: pre-TFA, Rey/Palpatine, Force sex, dark or grey!Rey
The first thing he did was kick her out of bed.
“I am your Master,” he said, as she knelt before him, her eyes red and wet. “It is not fitting.” He smiled inwardly at the flare of anger, the rising pain of rejection. “My Apprentice must obey me in all things. If you cannot accept this, then there is nothing I can teach you.”
Rey gritted her teeth and nodded, squelching the rising tide of tears. She bowed her head obediently as he paced around her, sizing her up as if he hadn’t been weighing her strengths and weaknesses for years.
“Then your training begins now.” Anticipation curled in her belly, thoughts of sabers, of battle - hands on flushed skin slick with sweat - flooding her mind. He turned and walked inside. Rey jumped to her feet, sparking with excitement.
“Sid –“ She yelped as he pushed her back down with the Force. She tried to stand again, only to find herself frozen on one knee, unable to move. He leaned against the doorway, watching silently as she struggled. Slowly he loosened his hold as she realizing what he was doing. He quirked an eyebrow in question. She nodded and stilled, straightening her back and balance.
Sidious left her there until the sun came up.
He found her out cold, lying curled up on her side. He paused, considering, and then planted his foot firmly on her back and pushed. She jerked awake and tried to stand, only to immediately tumble when her muscles gave out. He estimated that she’d lasted four hours. Not bad.
Not good either.
“Sidious – “ She cried out as his power ground her face into the dirt. She shook with shock, raw terror coursing through her as he reached down, wrapped his hand around her neck and squeezed.
“You will address me as ‘Master’, or ‘My Lord’,” he said, hauling her up by the hair. He leaned lower, so close that they were sharing breath. “Is that clear?”
“Yes – Si – “ His grip tightened. “Yes, my Lord!”
“Good,” he said, letting her drop. Slowly she raised herself to one knee, and bowed her head.
He brought her water around mid-day. Perhaps he was growing soft.
***
Sidious did not so much as mention combat training for weeks. There were other, more important lessons to learn. Two days outside had taught her the consequences of disrespect and (unlike Vader), she was quick to accept her place in the universe as well as obey. She set up a rough pallet on the floor next to their – his – bed. He had been tempted to exile her to the kitchen (or the roof), but it was awfully cold at night, the Wastes were dangerous, and he did not want to burn certain…bridges.
This, he thought, stretching luxuriously against the pillows, looking down on his exhausted apprentice, Is the way it should be. The thin blanket barely covered the long, curving lines of her shivering body.
Mine.
He further exposed her to the elements, training her in ways to block her pain and discomfort, and to ease both, lest the harsh world cause her permanent damage. He joined her on the first trip to the top of the Ravager. There, they removed all but the base layers of clothing and moved through the first Djem So kata as the sun beat down, their sweat evaporating as it hit metal.
Rey had second degree burns on the soles of her feet at the end of the day. He allowed her some bacta – her head and shoulders were unburnt, so she had succeeded in protecting herself to some degree - before leading her on a run to the Gorgon and back. Sidious gloried in every burning gasp of air, every cramp in his legs. Rey came up with increasingly inventive curses every step of the way. But she kept up.
***
Eventually she earned it. They cleared out the AT-AT’s hold and set up a makeshift sparring ring. He summoned her before the sun was up, three months to the day after he took her as an Apprentice.
“All lightsaber combat can be traced back to this.” He paused in front of her and extended his hand, palm up. She looked up at him, frowning with confusion.
“The Force is in all things,” he continued. “It has always existed. And always will. Lightsabers, however…” He waved her up, positioned her into a basic defensive stance, one foot forward, one back, knees bent, her weight centered. “…Are a relatively recent invention.” He shoved at her shoulder to check her balance. When she could stand firm, he moved behind her.
“A true Sith is never unarmed,” he said in her ear, stepping close enough so that she could feel his heat. His arms circled her, lifted hers, and he positioned them in the Juyo ‘ready’ position. “Hold that,” he said, savoring her shiver. “The core of this form is strength. Conviction.”
He felt her question.
“A Sith is never unarmed,” he said. “Just as kata is not a dance.”
Sidious stepped away and watched her. Clearly she was expecting a repeat of her first night as his apprentice. Instead he came at her from the side – and this time she surprised him. She pivoted to the side and whipped an arm up to protect her face. They met in a violent clash of limbs, ending with Rey on her back, panting and red-faced, his knee on her throat.
“Good,” he said, smiling fiercely. “Again.”
a/n: Form VI, Niman: http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Form_VI One part left to go! I split this off from it because it suits the narrative better to be seperate