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I wrote an actual story! Been a while, but I'm satisfied with how this one came out.\n\nThe Twi'lek, Aya Ven, sneaks into the bedroom of her adoptive father in the middle of the night. However, she's not there for something sexy, she's there to kill him and take over his little smuggling empire. Then she hears the lightsaber ignite behind her.\n\nAs the second part includes sexy times with a near-human species, I'm not risking breaking IB site rules. You can find the uncensored story at the following links:\n[url=https://www.furaffinity.net/view/45498807/]FurAffinity[/url]\n[url=https://www.sofurry.com/view/1808003]SoFurry[/url]\n\nSorry for the inconvenience.\n\nWhile I own the characters, Star Wars is owned by LucasFilm Ltd., Walt Disney Studios, and the Walt Disney Company.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Hey, look! I wrote an actual story! Been a while, but I'm satisfied with how this one came out.

The Twi'lek, Aya Ven, sneaks into the bedroom of her adoptive father in the middle of the night. However, she's not there for something sexy, she's there to kill him and take over his little smuggling empire. Then she hears the lightsaber ignite behind her.

As the second part includes sexy times with a near-human species, I'm not risking breaking IB site rules. You can find the uncensored story at the following links:
FurAffinity
SoFurry

Sorry for the inconvenience.

While I own the characters, Star Wars is owned by LucasFilm Ltd., Walt Disney Studios, and the Walt Disney Company.", "writing": "[center][b]Ill-Fated Duel[/b][/center]\n[center]By XP Author[/center]\n\nAya Ven slowly opened her eyes. Darkness still surrounded her, both inside her little hidden spot, and in the room just outside. For the last several hours, the young, blue skinned twi'lek had been sitting at the exit to an air vent, waiting patiently. The only sound to keep her company was the thrum of the air processors much farther down the shaft behind her, keeping the atmosphere inside the facility a constant, even mix of oxygen and nitrogen at a comfortable, if slightly warm temperature.\n\nThe room below belonged to the faleen Jin Jinozi. Most knew him as the leader of a successful smuggling ring in the outer rim, having been given the title Baron Jin. She knew him as so much more. As her teacher, her mentor, and in many ways, her father. He had taken her under his wing when she was only around 8 years old. Nearly 15 years she had thrived under his brutal tutelage, learning the ways of business, manipulation, the black market... and more. To the galaxy, he was a smuggler baron. To her, he was her master and teacher in the ways of the Force.\n\nBack when the the Jedi were still a force within the now defunct Republic, Jin had once been an apprentice Jedi, or padawan as they were called. After the fall, he had fled to the outer rim and found the Dark Side helped him to survive far more than any of his former Jedi training had. Some time after that, he had found her. Or more, he found her hand in his pocket. She had managed to snag his well hidden lightsaber from under his coat and run off. Naturally, he caught up with her easily and reclaimed what was his, but sensing her force potential, he decided to keep her. She had been a homeless orphan anyway, so she gladly accepted having a roof over her head.\n\nShe loved him as a daughter would love her father. However, at the same time, she hated him as the man who was in the way of her ambition, and a final obstacle to being more powerful. It was a very strange relationship the two had. She respected the older reptilian to her very core, but wished for nothing more than for him to die, specifically at her hands. With him dead, she would be the one to run his smuggling empire. [i]She[/i] would be the most powerful person this side of Nar Shaddaa. With the only other user of the Force in the little criminal empire dead, no one would be able to challenge her. This was what had led her to this very night, sitting in the air vent just above her father's sleeping chambers, waiting patiently for the right moment. That moment, finally, had arrived.\n\nAya removed the cover to the vent with a painful slowness. The anticipation for the moment was almost overwhelming, but she knew better than to give in to reckless haste. Once the cover was out of the way, she lowered herself down into the room, dropping onto her wrapped feet with the grace of a dancer, or theif... or of an assassin. The darkness of the room wrapped around her almost as much as the tight, black clothing hugging her athletic body. However, she dared not use the Force to muffle or hide herself, lest he sense her presence so close. She had long ago learned not to underestimate him, and was taking every precaution she could. Including her weapon of choice.\n\nInstead of activating a lightsaber, a very loud and noticeable sound, she instead pulled out a vibrodagger. She practically glided her way over to his bed, raising the blade above her head, ready to plunge it down. Then she stopped. Something was wrong. She felt it as a tingling at the back of her mind. She turned quickly and threw the dagger at the darkness of the room behind her. A green scaled hand caught it easily. He looked at the weapon in his hand. \"A LaserHone Talon. Silent vibrations. A good choice, if expensive.\"\n\nShe stood up straight, letting out a soft sigh. \"How did you know I'd be here tonight?\"\n\nJin placed the dagger on the table beside him, then stepped from the shadows into the dim light coming in from the single uncovered window in the room. \"Your murderous intent and aspirations have always been easy to read. Today, you did everything you could to hide it. It was obvious what it meant.\" There was a loud snap-hiss, followed by a low, constant thrum as the radiant yellow lightsaber ignited in his hand, casting its light around him. The man stood before her, dressed not in the fine robes he normally wore, but instead in the light clothing of an arena fighter. He clearly was ready for this fight. His green scales had a sickly look from the yellow light shining off of the smooth surface of his bare scalp.\n\nAya gripped a lightsaber of her own. \"I hoped to kill you quietly and quickly. A gift for all the years you treated me well.\" She ignited the blade, adding the violet light to the room as she held it before her. \"Instead, I'll cut you down for all the years of grueling torture you called training!\" With a burst of Force-enhanced speed, she lunged across the room, so fast her blade was a streak of light in the dark. The yellow blade caught the attack, deflecting it easily. She spun with the momentum of the deflection, swinging a back-swipe at him that he had to step away from.\n\nHe stared at her, his red eyes staring into her yellow gaze. \"That training made you stronger.\" His voice was even, and infuriatingly calm. When their blades connected again, she saw his scales had shifted to a cool, bluish hue, almost the same color as her skin. \"If it had not, you would already be dead. Now stop holding back and show me what all that secret training you've been doing has done.\"\n\nShe grit her teeth at him, feeling the anger rising more and more at his calm. It was his way of taunting her, acting like this was just a minor inconvenience at worst. However, she knew him better. This was how he dealt with threats and challengers. He used his cool, reptilian nature as a weapon to throw people off their game and get under their skin, be it someone trying to kill him or simply barter. She was much the reverse, the hot to his cold, showing her rage and aggression on the surface to intimidate. But she did not let it control her. She channeled the anger, using it to fuel herself, and to mask other emotions.\n\nRight now, it covered just how much fun she was having as she launched at him again. They clashed again and again, violet blade against yellow. She swung, he parried, countered, and she deflected. They danced around the room with each other, her wild swinging bashing against his controlled defense. To an untrained eye, she looked like a berserker in a fury, attacking with reckless abandon while keeping him only on the back foot. To the trained, it was clear how evenly matched they were. They were both using their skills to look for an opening.\n\nJin saw his opening. He held up one hand as she leapt at him, and she immediately knew her mistake. A blast of concussive Force slammed into her chest and sent her flying backwards. She smashed through a table, splintering the wood as she crashed through it and tumbled to the floor. She barely managed to hop back to her feet in time to catch the attack coming down at her, having to use both hands on her saber to keep his downswing from cutting her clean in half. His strength threatened to push her down to her knees, and she saw in his eyes, hidden just behind his calm, was the rage and bloodlust that fueled him as well.\n\nShe kicked at him, the Force enhancing the strength of the blow as it connected with his gut. He took it, but it was enough for him to step back, breaking their saber lock. She was upon him again in an instant, the violet blade thrust forward. He deflected it again, but not before she slipped just under his guard and caught the side of his arm, burning into his scales and the soft flesh beneath. He grunted in pain, then grinned. \"Good.\" His scales had shifted again, no longer the cool blue, but growing deeper into the reds. \"Show me more!\"\n\nShe felt what he was doing and slashed at him, not intending to hit him, but forcing him to leap back away. \"Your little pheromone trick won't work on me, Father.\" She was well aware of the faleen's ability to use their pheromones to shift the feelings of those around them. It was subtle and hard to defend against. Most tried to use them to calm or entice others, make them more pliable. He was trying to incite more anger within her, to make her unfocused. \"More results of my secret training.\" She shifted her stance to a more defensive one, changing saber styles easily.\n\nJin smiled at her. Like any martial art, it was no easy task to master a saber style, and many focused on just one or two. She had already demonstrated her mastery over the aggressive Juyo, and the room-sweeping Shi-cho. Now she fell into the defensive posture indicative of Soresu, the same style he had been using this whole duel. That she so easily slid into a new posture, he could tell she had been practicing several at once. \"Impressive.\" He shifted his own stance, switching to a the one-handed Makashi style. \"However, I wonder just how much you've mastered, and how much you're simply posturing.\"\n\nThis time, it was his turn to lunge at her. Once more the room was filled with the sparks and crackles as the blades connected again and again. He rushed forward, thrusting his blade in a flurry of fencing stabs, attempting to get under her guard. She danced back and around, blocking or dodging each thrust. She kept a firm grip on her saber as he tried repeatedly to disarm her. She caught his blade on her own and tried to counter and disarm him, throwing the deadly yellow blade up and away. Despite managing to keep his grip, it left him open and she rushed in under his guard to attack, swinging at his middle.\n\nBefore the lethal strike could connect, he lashed out with the Force, channeling his bottled rage into a powerful attack. Lightning crackled from his hand, leaping across the small gap between them and striking her in the chest. She cried out as tendrils of electric pain crawled over her body, nearly knocking her to the ground. Despite her surface rage and fury, she had never managed to manifest the lightning herself. Him showing off his control of this power she could not only grew that rage inside of her even more.\n\nShe focused the anger and used the pain, channeling it into the Dark Side to fuel herself even more. She brought her blade up before her to catch the continued blast of electricity aimed at her. She could feel it surging through the hilt and into her hand, crackling at the nerves within her grip, burning her flesh, but she refused to let the muscles tremble and spasm through sheer willpower. All around, the blue light from the Force lightning lit the room in flashes as he kept pushing his anger at her.\n\nShe would only last so much longer under such an attack if she did not break free. She had to do it. Use her secret weapon. She had hoped she would not need to, hoped to defeat him before now. She mentally berated herself for thinking she could hold anything back and win against him. He was a master, after all. Her master. Her father. He knew her better than anyone, and she knew him. Now that this fight had started, neither would stop until the other was dead. She had to do it.\n\nJin's eyes went wide and he had to leap back several feet, halting his attack finally. He looked down to see the front of his clothing cut, a slight scorch along his belly. He had narrowly avoided being cut clean in half as his daughter swung with a second saber. She stood now, holding her original violet saber, and her secret second saber, the blade a vibrant green. He grinned, chuckling at her. \"I see.\" He did not question where she got the second saber. It was hers, built by her hand. He could feel her presence flowing through it the same as the first, which was a gift from him. \"So you've made your own.\"\n\nAya gave him a wild grin, her breath heavy in her chest but her blood pumping in her veins. \"Isn't that the old right of passage for the Jedi?\"\n\nBringing up his old order had the effect she intended. Her father grit his teeth at her. \"We are not Jedi!\"\n\n\"Nor are we Sith.\" She finished the saying he had, literally, beaten into her. \"We are more. We are better.\" She fell into her fighting stance, both blades held in front of her, ready. It was yet another style, the athletic Ataru this time, with the dual-wielding Jar'Kai style flavors.\"[b][i]I[/i][/b] am better!\"\n\nJin got himself into a fighting stance, back to the defensive Soresu. \"We shall see.\" The two stared at each other, bathed only in the light of the three sabers. Jin's scales had shifted again, now to a deep red, no longer hiding his typically subdued anger. His face was stern, contrasted by the wild grin upon his daughter's pretty features. This would end soon, they both felt it. The Force swirled around them, unseen but palpable, as if quivering with restless anticipation for what was about to happen.\n\nAt the same time, the two burst into violent action. Aya swung both sabers down, both caught on Jin's blade. He deflected them away, only for her to follow with rapid strikes with each, twirling them both before her in a whirlwind of deadly light. The yellow blade moved rapidly to block each strike, none powerful enough to break his guard, but fast enough to keep him defensive. He was forced to take steps back away from her as she pushed her advantage.\n\nShe laughed as he bumped the back of his legs against a table, having to roll backwards over it. The green blade came down, missing him by an inch and cleaving the table in half. He had to duck under the violet saber's swipe at his middle, then roll forward to avoid the green again slicing down at him. He ended up behind her and held out his hand. A concussive blast of Force slammed into her back, sending her smashing against the corner of a display shelf. She bounce off of it, dazed as her head struck the hard metal. Her sabers fell from her grip, the blades deactivating the moment they were out of her grasp and clattering to the ground.\n\nShe slid to the ground, only to spin around and stare back at him. Her eyes went wide as she saw the yellow tip of his blade pointed at her face. She scrambled back, only to find herself backed against the wall with nowhere to run. She looked up at him, fear in her eyes. \"F-father... w-wait!\" He did not wait. He swung his blade down to cut her from shoulder to hip... only to hit air as the illusion faded before him. He stared at the deep groove his saber had cut into the wall behind where she had been a moment later.\n\nHe stood up as he heard the blades humming behind him. \"Well, now I am impressed.\" Misdirect, the power to cast illusions with the Force. Powerful enough that the illusions could feel real, and make the real seem fake. It was a power he was particularly skilled with, and one she had never show any ability to utilize before. Yet here she was, fooling him, of all people, with one such illusion.\n\nAya held both blades out, crossed just behind the back of his head. \"I told you. I am better. Goodbye, father.\" She scissored the blades together, both crossing through his neck to remove his head and take his life. Only, he was not there, either. She stared at where her father had been only a second before. He had done to her what she had done to him. \"No!\" She spun around in time to see the real Jin coming at her, saber at the ready. She raised her blades to block, but too late.\n\nThe yellow blade slid under her guard, only to swing upwards. Aya let out a scream of agony as the blade cut through her arm just below the shoulder. Before the green blade could even fully deactivate, he swung back down, cleaving her other arm off near the same place. She staggered backwards, shrieking in pain as smoke rose from the stumps where her arms had been a moment later. She looked down at her severed limbs, laying on the floor lifeless, the hilts of her sabers still clutched in her fists.\n\nThis can't be how it ends! She stared at him, at her father, fury in her eyes. Then pain filled her gaze again as he swiped across and low, slicing through her thighs below her hips. She screamed again as she fell backwards. This can't be how it ends! But it was the end. She had lost, totally and utterly. She could not stop her fall, finding herself staring at the ceiling. Then she gasped in pain as an invisible hand caught her by the throat. Her body was lifted into the air by the neck, choking her as she hung suspended.\n\nJin held out one hand, holding his daughter up with the Force, anger in his gaze. \"You failed.\"\n\nAya begged him, her words strained through her crushed larynx. \"F-father... p-please... I-I can... still... serve.\" She could get cybernetic prosthetics. Good ones were expensive, but he had the money. She could still serve him as his second. He had spent so much time raising and training her already. \"I... am... still...\"\n\n\"A failure.\" Some sadness crept into his eyes as he stared at her. His daughter. Maybe not biologically his, but that did not change their relationship. He loved her as a father, and had just hurt her more than anyone ever had. Or ever would. \"Goodbye, Aya.\"\n\nHer eyes went even wider, pleading. \"F-father! No!\" Then her mouth fell open in a silent scream. The yellow blade passed through her neck quickly, severing her head in one swift motion. It sat upon her neck for a moment before the weight of her lekku, the dangling fleshy twin-tails hanging off of the back of her head, pulled it back. A moment later, her pretty, blue face was pressed to the floor. Her mouth moved a few times, trying to speak, but no words came. Tears ran from her eyes as they lost focus, the life fading from them.\n\nJin set her limbless torso down. Turning his saber off, he hooked it back to his belt, then knelt down. He reached out to gently take his daughter's head, lifting it up so she faced him. He brought it close, giving her a soft kiss on her lips. He set her down again, closing his eyes and allowing his own tears to flow. \"I love you, Aya. I will miss you, my daughter.\" His scales again shifted to a deep blue as he did not hide his sadness, matching the deep blue of the dead twi'lek's skin once again.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\n[center]Due to site rules, Part 2 is unavailable on InkBunny.\nIf you want to read the second half,\nplease follow the links in the description[/center]\n\n[center]* * *[/center]", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Ill-Fated Duel

By XP Author


Aya Ven slowly opened her eyes. Darkness still surrounded her, both inside her little hidden spot, and in the room just outside. For the last several hours, the young, blue skinned twi'lek had been sitting at the exit to an air vent, waiting patiently. The only sound to keep her company was the thrum of the air processors much farther down the shaft behind her, keeping the atmosphere inside the facility a constant, even mix of oxygen and nitrogen at a comfortable, if slightly warm temperature.

The room below belonged to the faleen Jin Jinozi. Most knew him as the leader of a successful smuggling ring in the outer rim, having been given the title Baron Jin. She knew him as so much more. As her teacher, her mentor, and in many ways, her father. He had taken her under his wing when she was only around 8 years old. Nearly 15 years she had thrived under his brutal tutelage, learning the ways of business, manipulation, the black market... and more. To the galaxy, he was a smuggler baron. To her, he was her master and teacher in the ways of the Force.

Back when the the Jedi were still a force within the now defunct Republic, Jin had once been an apprentice Jedi, or padawan as they were called. After the fall, he had fled to the outer rim and found the Dark Side helped him to survive far more than any of his former Jedi training had. Some time after that, he had found her. Or more, he found her hand in his pocket. She had managed to snag his well hidden lightsaber from under his coat and run off. Naturally, he caught up with her easily and reclaimed what was his, but sensing her force potential, he decided to keep her. She had been a homeless orphan anyway, so she gladly accepted having a roof over her head.

She loved him as a daughter would love her father. However, at the same time, she hated him as the man who was in the way of her ambition, and a final obstacle to being more powerful. It was a very strange relationship the two had. She respected the older reptilian to her very core, but wished for nothing more than for him to die, specifically at her hands. With him dead, she would be the one to run his smuggling empire. She would be the most powerful person this side of Nar Shaddaa. With the only other user of the Force in the little criminal empire dead, no one would be able to challenge her. This was what had led her to this very night, sitting in the air vent just above her father's sleeping chambers, waiting patiently for the right moment. That moment, finally, had arrived.

Aya removed the cover to the vent with a painful slowness. The anticipation for the moment was almost overwhelming, but she knew better than to give in to reckless haste. Once the cover was out of the way, she lowered herself down into the room, dropping onto her wrapped feet with the grace of a dancer, or theif... or of an assassin. The darkness of the room wrapped around her almost as much as the tight, black clothing hugging her athletic body. However, she dared not use the Force to muffle or hide herself, lest he sense her presence so close. She had long ago learned not to underestimate him, and was taking every precaution she could. Including her weapon of choice.

Instead of activating a lightsaber, a very loud and noticeable sound, she instead pulled out a vibrodagger. She practically glided her way over to his bed, raising the blade above her head, ready to plunge it down. Then she stopped. Something was wrong. She felt it as a tingling at the back of her mind. She turned quickly and threw the dagger at the darkness of the room behind her. A green scaled hand caught it easily. He looked at the weapon in his hand. "A LaserHone Talon. Silent vibrations. A good choice, if expensive."

She stood up straight, letting out a soft sigh. "How did you know I'd be here tonight?"

Jin placed the dagger on the table beside him, then stepped from the shadows into the dim light coming in from the single uncovered window in the room. "Your murderous intent and aspirations have always been easy to read. Today, you did everything you could to hide it. It was obvious what it meant." There was a loud snap-hiss, followed by a low, constant thrum as the radiant yellow lightsaber ignited in his hand, casting its light around him. The man stood before her, dressed not in the fine robes he normally wore, but instead in the light clothing of an arena fighter. He clearly was ready for this fight. His green scales had a sickly look from the yellow light shining off of the smooth surface of his bare scalp.

Aya gripped a lightsaber of her own. "I hoped to kill you quietly and quickly. A gift for all the years you treated me well." She ignited the blade, adding the violet light to the room as she held it before her. "Instead, I'll cut you down for all the years of grueling torture you called training!" With a burst of Force-enhanced speed, she lunged across the room, so fast her blade was a streak of light in the dark. The yellow blade caught the attack, deflecting it easily. She spun with the momentum of the deflection, swinging a back-swipe at him that he had to step away from.

He stared at her, his red eyes staring into her yellow gaze. "That training made you stronger." His voice was even, and infuriatingly calm. When their blades connected again, she saw his scales had shifted to a cool, bluish hue, almost the same color as her skin. "If it had not, you would already be dead. Now stop holding back and show me what all that secret training you've been doing has done."

She grit her teeth at him, feeling the anger rising more and more at his calm. It was his way of taunting her, acting like this was just a minor inconvenience at worst. However, she knew him better. This was how he dealt with threats and challengers. He used his cool, reptilian nature as a weapon to throw people off their game and get under their skin, be it someone trying to kill him or simply barter. She was much the reverse, the hot to his cold, showing her rage and aggression on the surface to intimidate. But she did not let it control her. She channeled the anger, using it to fuel herself, and to mask other emotions.

Right now, it covered just how much fun she was having as she launched at him again. They clashed again and again, violet blade against yellow. She swung, he parried, countered, and she deflected. They danced around the room with each other, her wild swinging bashing against his controlled defense. To an untrained eye, she looked like a berserker in a fury, attacking with reckless abandon while keeping him only on the back foot. To the trained, it was clear how evenly matched they were. They were both using their skills to look for an opening.

Jin saw his opening. He held up one hand as she leapt at him, and she immediately knew her mistake. A blast of concussive Force slammed into her chest and sent her flying backwards. She smashed through a table, splintering the wood as she crashed through it and tumbled to the floor. She barely managed to hop back to her feet in time to catch the attack coming down at her, having to use both hands on her saber to keep his downswing from cutting her clean in half. His strength threatened to push her down to her knees, and she saw in his eyes, hidden just behind his calm, was the rage and bloodlust that fueled him as well.

She kicked at him, the Force enhancing the strength of the blow as it connected with his gut. He took it, but it was enough for him to step back, breaking their saber lock. She was upon him again in an instant, the violet blade thrust forward. He deflected it again, but not before she slipped just under his guard and caught the side of his arm, burning into his scales and the soft flesh beneath. He grunted in pain, then grinned. "Good." His scales had shifted again, no longer the cool blue, but growing deeper into the reds. "Show me more!"

She felt what he was doing and slashed at him, not intending to hit him, but forcing him to leap back away. "Your little pheromone trick won't work on me, Father." She was well aware of the faleen's ability to use their pheromones to shift the feelings of those around them. It was subtle and hard to defend against. Most tried to use them to calm or entice others, make them more pliable. He was trying to incite more anger within her, to make her unfocused. "More results of my secret training." She shifted her stance to a more defensive one, changing saber styles easily.

Jin smiled at her. Like any martial art, it was no easy task to master a saber style, and many focused on just one or two. She had already demonstrated her mastery over the aggressive Juyo, and the room-sweeping Shi-cho. Now she fell into the defensive posture indicative of Soresu, the same style he had been using this whole duel. That she so easily slid into a new posture, he could tell she had been practicing several at once. "Impressive." He shifted his own stance, switching to a the one-handed Makashi style. "However, I wonder just how much you've mastered, and how much you're simply posturing."

This time, it was his turn to lunge at her. Once more the room was filled with the sparks and crackles as the blades connected again and again. He rushed forward, thrusting his blade in a flurry of fencing stabs, attempting to get under her guard. She danced back and around, blocking or dodging each thrust. She kept a firm grip on her saber as he tried repeatedly to disarm her. She caught his blade on her own and tried to counter and disarm him, throwing the deadly yellow blade up and away. Despite managing to keep his grip, it left him open and she rushed in under his guard to attack, swinging at his middle.

Before the lethal strike could connect, he lashed out with the Force, channeling his bottled rage into a powerful attack. Lightning crackled from his hand, leaping across the small gap between them and striking her in the chest. She cried out as tendrils of electric pain crawled over her body, nearly knocking her to the ground. Despite her surface rage and fury, she had never managed to manifest the lightning herself. Him showing off his control of this power she could not only grew that rage inside of her even more.

She focused the anger and used the pain, channeling it into the Dark Side to fuel herself even more. She brought her blade up before her to catch the continued blast of electricity aimed at her. She could feel it surging through the hilt and into her hand, crackling at the nerves within her grip, burning her flesh, but she refused to let the muscles tremble and spasm through sheer willpower. All around, the blue light from the Force lightning lit the room in flashes as he kept pushing his anger at her.

She would only last so much longer under such an attack if she did not break free. She had to do it. Use her secret weapon. She had hoped she would not need to, hoped to defeat him before now. She mentally berated herself for thinking she could hold anything back and win against him. He was a master, after all. Her master. Her father. He knew her better than anyone, and she knew him. Now that this fight had started, neither would stop until the other was dead. She had to do it.

Jin's eyes went wide and he had to leap back several feet, halting his attack finally. He looked down to see the front of his clothing cut, a slight scorch along his belly. He had narrowly avoided being cut clean in half as his daughter swung with a second saber. She stood now, holding her original violet saber, and her secret second saber, the blade a vibrant green. He grinned, chuckling at her. "I see." He did not question where she got the second saber. It was hers, built by her hand. He could feel her presence flowing through it the same as the first, which was a gift from him. "So you've made your own."

Aya gave him a wild grin, her breath heavy in her chest but her blood pumping in her veins. "Isn't that the old right of passage for the Jedi?"

Bringing up his old order had the effect she intended. Her father grit his teeth at her. "We are not Jedi!"

"Nor are we Sith." She finished the saying he had, literally, beaten into her. "We are more. We are better." She fell into her fighting stance, both blades held in front of her, ready. It was yet another style, the athletic Ataru this time, with the dual-wielding Jar'Kai style flavors."I am better!"

Jin got himself into a fighting stance, back to the defensive Soresu. "We shall see." The two stared at each other, bathed only in the light of the three sabers. Jin's scales had shifted again, now to a deep red, no longer hiding his typically subdued anger. His face was stern, contrasted by the wild grin upon his daughter's pretty features. This would end soon, they both felt it. The Force swirled around them, unseen but palpable, as if quivering with restless anticipation for what was about to happen.

At the same time, the two burst into violent action. Aya swung both sabers down, both caught on Jin's blade. He deflected them away, only for her to follow with rapid strikes with each, twirling them both before her in a whirlwind of deadly light. The yellow blade moved rapidly to block each strike, none powerful enough to break his guard, but fast enough to keep him defensive. He was forced to take steps back away from her as she pushed her advantage.

She laughed as he bumped the back of his legs against a table, having to roll backwards over it. The green blade came down, missing him by an inch and cleaving the table in half. He had to duck under the violet saber's swipe at his middle, then roll forward to avoid the green again slicing down at him. He ended up behind her and held out his hand. A concussive blast of Force slammed into her back, sending her smashing against the corner of a display shelf. She bounce off of it, dazed as her head struck the hard metal. Her sabers fell from her grip, the blades deactivating the moment they were out of her grasp and clattering to the ground.

She slid to the ground, only to spin around and stare back at him. Her eyes went wide as she saw the yellow tip of his blade pointed at her face. She scrambled back, only to find herself backed against the wall with nowhere to run. She looked up at him, fear in her eyes. "F-father... w-wait!" He did not wait. He swung his blade down to cut her from shoulder to hip... only to hit air as the illusion faded before him. He stared at the deep groove his saber had cut into the wall behind where she had been a moment later.

He stood up as he heard the blades humming behind him. "Well, now I am impressed." Misdirect, the power to cast illusions with the Force. Powerful enough that the illusions could feel real, and make the real seem fake. It was a power he was particularly skilled with, and one she had never show any ability to utilize before. Yet here she was, fooling him, of all people, with one such illusion.

Aya held both blades out, crossed just behind the back of his head. "I told you. I am better. Goodbye, father." She scissored the blades together, both crossing through his neck to remove his head and take his life. Only, he was not there, either. She stared at where her father had been only a second before. He had done to her what she had done to him. "No!" She spun around in time to see the real Jin coming at her, saber at the ready. She raised her blades to block, but too late.

The yellow blade slid under her guard, only to swing upwards. Aya let out a scream of agony as the blade cut through her arm just below the shoulder. Before the green blade could even fully deactivate, he swung back down, cleaving her other arm off near the same place. She staggered backwards, shrieking in pain as smoke rose from the stumps where her arms had been a moment later. She looked down at her severed limbs, laying on the floor lifeless, the hilts of her sabers still clutched in her fists.

This can't be how it ends! She stared at him, at her father, fury in her eyes. Then pain filled her gaze again as he swiped across and low, slicing through her thighs below her hips. She screamed again as she fell backwards. This can't be how it ends! But it was the end. She had lost, totally and utterly. She could not stop her fall, finding herself staring at the ceiling. Then she gasped in pain as an invisible hand caught her by the throat. Her body was lifted into the air by the neck, choking her as she hung suspended.

Jin held out one hand, holding his daughter up with the Force, anger in his gaze. "You failed."

Aya begged him, her words strained through her crushed larynx. "F-father... p-please... I-I can... still... serve." She could get cybernetic prosthetics. Good ones were expensive, but he had the money. She could still serve him as his second. He had spent so much time raising and training her already. "I... am... still..."

"A failure." Some sadness crept into his eyes as he stared at her. His daughter. Maybe not biologically his, but that did not change their relationship. He loved her as a father, and had just hurt her more than anyone ever had. Or ever would. "Goodbye, Aya."

Her eyes went even wider, pleading. "F-father! No!" Then her mouth fell open in a silent scream. The yellow blade passed through her neck quickly, severing her head in one swift motion. It sat upon her neck for a moment before the weight of her lekku, the dangling fleshy twin-tails hanging off of the back of her head, pulled it back. A moment later, her pretty, blue face was pressed to the floor. Her mouth moved a few times, trying to speak, but no words came. Tears ran from her eyes as they lost focus, the life fading from them.

Jin set her limbless torso down. Turning his saber off, he hooked it back to his belt, then knelt down. He reached out to gently take his daughter's head, lifting it up so she faced him. He brought it close, giving her a soft kiss on her lips. He set her down again, closing his eyes and allowing his own tears to flow. "I love you, Aya. I will miss you, my daughter." His scales again shifted to a deep blue as he did not hide his sadness, matching the deep blue of the dead twi'lek's skin once again.

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