Emperor!Fox, Sith!Quinlan
This is a SEPARATE dark au from that other one I wrote,,, which was JUST dark!quinlan
anyway, a break from your regularly (not really) scheduled responses to bring you this:
"What do we have here, a Jedi as a clone’s lapdog," the traitor hisses, quite literally too. The Trandoshan hasn't stopped hissing and spitting since Thorne apprehended her. "Enslaving your slavers? A bit of irony to that isn't there," she chuckles darkly, "Or maybe you're still just the same mindless puppet of the Jedi, sitting upon that throne as a cover."
Quinlan snarls, seizing her by her collar. The Sith isn't gentle in the way he shoves her against a wall. Her back collides with a painful thud, and her slitted eyes widen in minute fear. Fox knows Quinlan is always protective of him, always protective of the way people treat him. But he wasn't some damsel in distress. He was Emperor for a reason. Not just anyone could've killed Palpatine. Hell, Fox had lost the majority of his squad over it.
Still, he knows this will get messy if he doesn't step in, and doesn't stop Quinlan from killing the prisoner before they can get information from her.
"Enough," he commands, watching as Quinlan pulls away. His yellow eyes simmer with barely held back anger, even as he lets go of the Trandoshan and steps back to his spot.
They have appearances to maintain after all.
"What is your name," Fox asks, not bothering to sound polite. The reports had her name, but he enjoyed talking down the criminals way more than just reading a file.
"Like I would tell scum like you willingly," she spits, her tongue flicking out to scent the room.
"Mahriza Keladozan yes?"
She only glares at him in response, struggling against her cuffs. Fox smiles sadistically, stepping down from his throne. He stands up straight, arms behind his back as he approaches Keladozan.
"Miss Keladozan you understand that an attempt on my life is considered treasonous, I'm assuming."
"It's not treason if I never accepted your Empire."
He clicks his tongue, pulling up short in front of her, "Our Empire. Mahriza, everything within the former Republic lies under the Empire now. Among a few other systems which includes your homeworld of Trandosha. Yes?"
"Rot in hell," she growls, staring at him with blinding fury.
Fox has faced worse, much much worse. Her anger is nothing more than an ant in retrospect to the shit he’s dealt with.
"I'm afraid I've already been there,” He admits, holding out a hand into the air as he talks. “Have you tried mountains of never ending paperwork? Palpatine was cruel and a fool. But he was excellent at making things hell. Our galaxy would've been far worse off with him leading it."
"It's not doing much better with you," she snaps back. But at least now she's stopped fighting against the binders.
"I'm afraid we will have to agree to disagree. I hate to cut this short, but I have a meeting to attend to. I hope you find our cells quite comfortable,” he grins wickedly at her, as she trashes against her handlers. They drag her away, down to the prison.
“My Lord,” Quinlan murmurs in his ear. If it wasn’t for the many years under his belt working with this particular Force User, he would have jumped.
“My most loyal,” Fox mutters back, turning in Quinlan’s arms. He leans up to press a kiss to Quinlan’s cheek. “You’ve done well. I don’t suppose you’d like to see Obi-Wan today?”
Quinlan’s eyes flare in something that Fox would chalk up to happiness, even if he knew first hand what the Dark did to something.
“Only if you wish it, Cyare.”
He’s morally corrupt. He’s accepting of that, but he just hopes the Galaxy can one day see that all of this was for the best. But he’s not cruel.
“Of course, ner’dar’jetti.”