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You find yourself caught between two men who represent opposite sides of the Force. Obi-Wan Kenobi offers the possibility of forgiveness and peace, while Darth Maul understands the rage, loss.
Who to chose
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Chapter 1
You stare into the mirror, touching up your makeup. As you stare at the shiny glimmer dance across your lips. You admire the color you chose to fit your skin tone. You run your nail across the bottom of your lip gathering all the extra gloss making your appearance sharp.
You were an informant for anyone that needs good information. it just seems obi wan kenobi was the one who needed some information.
Something about that jedi drove you crazy, you couldn't ever help but flirt with that stoic man. He visits you very often, for information, comfort or just good company. You definitely had a spot in his strict heart.
You finish up in the refresher, fixing the clothes that you picked out for this meeting, with the one and only obiwan kenobi. Your clothes were revealing but nothing that would compare to a cantina dancer. Something graceful to flaunt what you were born with, hopefully to catch the eye of the Jedi Knight.
You walk across the room, your heels clicking against the polished naboo marbled floor. The luxurious room smelt faintly of caf and tabac smoke, with a strong mix of aromatic oils. All ran together on your skin, like running water.
As you walk your heels click like a melodie against the floor. You approached the drink stand, you looked over the various drinks on the stand. Its surface is crowded with elegant decanters and gleaming bottles imported from across the galaxy. Your hand glided over every bottle and container.
Found one……
The Corellian whiskey was smooth but unapologetically strong. It smelled of oak, spice, and smoke. You picked up two square glasses and put them on the glass table. They clicked as they hit the table.
As the amber drink poured into the cups, their sharp smell pierced your nose.
As you finished up pouring the drinks, you heard the lift arrive on your floor. You picked up one of the cups, and turned towards the sound, your eyes fixated on the lift's doors.
As you watched, you held the cup in your hand, swirling it around. The amber liquid circled in the cup, a strong but smooth smell cut through the air.
The doors opened, and a cloaked man appeared. You've been through this many times. You watched the man step off and into the room. He removed the hood off of his head leaving his auburn hair in a bit of a mess. His blue eyes hit yours, as they did a smile lit across your face.
“You're staring”, Obiwan said, almost appearing like he was flirting.
“I'm evaluating the legendary jedi master everyone, keeps talking about”, you replied in a playful tone.
He raised his brow before replying, “and have you reached a conclusion?”.
A faint giggle left your lips.
You turned and grabbed the drink you poured for him moments ago. You walked over to him. your heels clicking on the floor, filling the silence in the air.
As you got closer, to him your nose filled with his scent.
He smelled of well worn robes, polished leather, and a hint of cedar, with the clean freshness of someone who spent more time traveling the galaxy than relaxing.
You handed the drink to him.
Your hand then cupped the beard on his face.
“Not yet,” you said with a faint smile. “I’ll need more evidence.”
Obiwan's face flushed red, you loved it when he got flustered.
He held your gaze for a second longer than intended before looking away with a quiet sigh. "You have an uncanny talent for catching me off guard.”
“We have more pressing matters to attend to”, he said as he cleared his throat.
You turned around and headed to the couch in the middle of the room.
You sat onto the couch, leaving just enough room beside you. As your eyes met obiwans for a moment before you gave a gentle nod toward the empty space beside you, silently inviting him to join you.
You took a sip of the drink in your hand, the liquor burned your throat as it entered your chest, spreading warmth all throughout your body.
You silently cleared your throat before replying with, "Are you planning to hover over there, or are you going to sit?”
You leaned forward and placed the drink on the table, before quickly resting back into the position you were in before. As you relax back on the couch you cross your legs.
Obiwan walked over and placed his drink on the table close to yours. He then took his brown robe off, folded it over his arm before placing it on the back of the couch. He then sat on the couch, not fully relaxed just sitting there. He then rubbed his beard in a way that looked as if he was thinking.
“What's wrong?”, you said before slowly moving closer to Obiwan.
He continued to rub his beard, "I can sense an evil that seems very recognizable”.
You placed your hand on his back, something that's not entirely new to your visits. Your hand began rubbing his back in circle motions. Obiwan then took a drink of the drink you provided him earlier. You then took your hand away and placed it in your lap.
“Would you want to talk about it”, you said in a genuine way.
Obiwan then sat back fully, his hand still rubbing his beard as if he couldn't seem to relax.
“there have been no reports of a newer evil in the lower levels”, he said as he looked you in your eyes as if he needed this answer right away.
You shook your head softly
He broke eye contact.
He then looked at the floor as he groomed his beard. You could see the worry was over his face.
As you watch the emotion take over his face, a thought passes your mind. well obiwan comes to you for comfort, because he knows you won't tell a soul of your visits, or perhaps he likes you and just won't tell. So why won't you give him more than comfort, more than a massage , or more than a ear to listen? It wouldn't be too bad of an idea, plus you knew you could use it as well.
“Well I think there's…. A way we can solve this conflict”, you say as your hand begins to rub Obiwan's thigh.
ObiWan flinched at the first touch. It was a sudden response, the instinct of a man who spent most of his life expecting a blade or a sudden shift in the Force, rather than the warmth of a hand. He froze for a moment, his fingers pausing mid groom in his beard, as your palm settled against the fabric of his tunic over his thigh. He turned towards you, his blue eyes met yours; they looked like 2 cups slowly filling with excitement.
You were half expecting him to get up and leave right there, but you knew no man who hasn't had a proper screw in years to get up and miss this opportunity.
You lifted your hand up from his thigh and said,“or perhaps the jedi knight is too refined for such actions”.
“That is a dangerous accusation, One might think you're suggesting the Jedi Order has become... stagnant in its ways”, obiwan said as he lifted his brow in the slightest.
“Perhaps, well you're free to leave”, you said as you began to stand up.
You felt a hand grab yours, you turn to look at the man on the couch.
You look him up and down, his body clearly having reactions to your touch.
As you looked him up and down you seen, a look on Obiwan's face you've never seen before…. Lust.
His hand that still held its spot on yours, pulled you closer to him. As it guided you back to him, you crawled on to his lap. The warmth of his legs on your thighs definitely grew a reaction out of you. You felt your body heat up from the interaction that was still in play.
“And as for leaving..." He pulled you even closer, his gaze dropping to your lips before snapping back to your eyes. "I believe you've made it quite impossible to walk away now”.
A smile grew on your lips, “oh I didn't think the great obiwan had it in him to show such emot-”.
Your words were cut short as obiwans pressed his lips into yours, it was quite a shock at first. The shock melted away as his kiss was firm, he tasted good the liquor he drank moments ago still lingering on his tongue.
Obi Wan’s hands wandered, One hand slid from your waist to the small of your back. pressing you more firmly against his hard self. Your breath hitched as you felt the presence of his growth pressing against your core. You felt a heat growing through your body. His other hand drifted upward, his fingers tangling into a bunch of your hair.
You both pull away from the kiss but not because you were done but because you needed to catch your breath. Your foreheads stayed glued to each other, as your chests raised up and down from the sudden excitement.
Obiwan cleared his throat, “sorry, I was out of control”.
“Out of control… I've been waiting for so long”, you said in a teasing tone trying to steady your breath.
“Perhaps a little lack of control is warranted”, he replied before pulling your hair back. He began leaving little kisses on your neck. The soft connection of your skin, gave you chills down your body.
Small moans escape your mouth, you bite your lip trying to conceal them. You then felt Obiwan's free hand begin to explore your body.
his hands roaming the curves of your body with a purpose, almost desperate, as if he were trying to memorize the very shape of you through his touch.
His hands explored, over your bottom, then up the side of your waist, till you felt a firm grip on your breast. He groped your breast till your clothed nipple hardened from the excessive touch. His mouth continued to leave kisses all throughout your neck, like he was a man who was hungry.
Your hips moved naturally over the growth in obiwans pants, with every movement you could hear quite low groans escape Obiwan's throat.
His hands quickly let go of you, began to shed the heavy fabric of his outfit, discarding the belt of his jedi uniform.
As he was shedding his clothes, you stood up and began to take off your clothes. The room is filled with the sound of your ruffling clothes and occasional clicks from the metallic parts of obiwan's clothes. As you got your dress over your head, your eyes were met with his own torso; it was bare, and lean, his skin showed a testament to years of disciplined combat. His pants were pulled halfway down revealing his thighs, and his fully erect penis.
“By the force”, he said as he looked over your naked body.
“Shut up”, you said playfully before crawling back on to his lap.
The kiss was now more dominated by you, the warmth of your naked bodies only grew the lust in your body more and more. Your hand ran threw his beard and your other, had a mind of its own as it ran over his arm.
You quickly felt his calloused hands roam over your body. They quickly met your thighs. He squeezed your thighs, pulling you even tighter against the hard, pulsing length of him.
Your kiss broke and your breath was the only thing that made a sound in the room.
One of his hands broke the grasp of your thigh as he began to move his hand towards your core. His calloused fingers met your slit, you felt your dripping core let his fingers move with ease. The touch of him made your stomach drop, as he began searching your folds. It sent a sharp, jagged gasp that escaped your lips.
His fingers didn't hesitate. Finding the clit inside of your slickness, he began to move circles over your clitoris. Every time his fingers made a pass over your clit it sent immense pleasure over your body, driving out moans that echoed through the room.
Your hand on his shoulder is what kept you up straight, you could feel your legs shake at every pass. You watched his movements become more primal. You watched his arm bounce underneath you.
You put your hand on his forearm as if you were trying to slow him down. Your hips tried to move from his movements, he quickly placed his hand on your hip holding you in place. His fingers sliding over your clit became faster, your breath hitched as you could feel your pleasure build in your stomach, as your thighs felt like liquid.
You quickly retracted your hand and held on to his shoulders. You continued to watch him, as his hand had complete control over your body. He wrapped his other around your waist. Your moans became loud as you could feel the tension finally snapped. A sharp, broken cry tore from your throat as the coil in your stomach exploded into a firework of pure ecstasy. Your back arched, your head falling back as waves of intense pulsing ecstasy ran through your core, your internal muscles clenching. Your head felt completely light as your orgasm rang through your body like a bell.
“That's it”, he whispered as his left kisses on your bare chest while holding your body.
Seconds passed, you tried to steady your breath the best you could. You completely melted in to obiwan your head rested on his shoulder, your head moved with his hard breaths that would raise his chest. One of his hands rested on your back and the other on your thigh as his thumb caressed your thigh. Your legs are completely liquid from the pleasure that you endure merely moments ago. You could still feel his erect growth against your thigh, you could feel it pulse against you.
All this did was drive your primal instincts more and more, to repay a debt you received just moments ago.
You sat up and looked into Obiwan's eyes, the eyes of a tired but sexually frustrated man.
“Your turn”, you said in a playful tone.
“Oh rea-”, Obiwan replied before you cut him off with a kiss.
You quickly lifted yourself into the kiss, running your hand down his chest that was sticky with sweat. You other hand held the back of his neck while you pushed yourself deeper into his kiss. Your hand met his erection, and your fingers met contact with his swollen tip you could feel his body twitch at the touch. You aligned your slit with his tip before slowly lowering yourself on the thick shaft.
As you descended down you could feel his shaft began to stretch you out.
“Please”, he choked out against your lips, his voice breaking.
Your kiss was broken as he watched now, both his hands now gripping your waist.
You continued to descend slowly, you bit your lip trying to control your breathing. Trying to break him, trying to break the man as he broke you moments ago. Trying to edge him into a man he wasn't, trying to see if lust would drive him crazy.
You could feel the heat in your body slowly begin to build as he got closer to completely filling you up. His grip hardened more into your hips, his fingers digging in as if they were doing it themselves.
Your hands still rested on his shoulders, his breath bounced up and down like he couldn't control it.
He couldn't stay still for long. As you settled, it prompted a primal need to move. He began to thrust upward, his hips meeting yours in a powerful drive that would close the distance between your souls as much as your bodies. The sound of your skin slapping against his, the heavy, rhythmic thud of his hips, and the wet, sliding sounds of your union filled the room, creating a song of pure, unadulterated lust.
Moans, panting, and groans filled the air, high pitched moans of your pleasure clashing with the deep groans that tore from Obi Wan’s chest. Every thrust was met with a sharp intake of breath, every slide of skin against skin.
One of his hands left your waist and grabbed a handful of your hair. He pulled your head back as you watched the ceiling of the room. He began leaving firm kisses all over your breasts and chest. Your chest burned, from all the moans and gasps you were giving up. Your core hurt from the primal thrusts that were pushed deep inside but the pleasure burned more and more.
He then let go of your hair, your head traveled back and you began to watch his face. He was nearing his close. You could feel his thrust become more and more sloppy. You buried a deep kiss onto him, your moans and his groans escaped from your mouths.
You tightened your core around him, his breath was heavy, you could hear the scratch of his lungs from the amount of breaths he took. His thrust became harder and harder, his body rigid. His head fell back on the couch, His hips slamming against yours with a heavy force that seemed to vibrate through your entire skeleton. His hands held on to your waist as if it was the only thing keeping him afloat in all of this.
"I can't... I can't hold it..." he groaned, the words through the sharp gasps.
“Come…for…me”, you said, fighting the words out with every thrust that hit your bottom.
You hand held on to his shoulder, His body arched violently, his muscles coiling and snapping. His fingers bruisingly tight as he pulled you down onto him one last time, as if he was trying to go the deepest he's ever gone before.
A loud sharp cry made its way out of your throat. Your grasp on his shoulder turned into nails trying to hold you up.
A long, guttural groan tore from his chest, vibrating through your very bones as he finally broke. his entire body shuddering in the massive, soul shattering release. He poured himself into you, his breath coming in long, broken, sobbing gasps as the waves of pleasure crashed over him, leaving him utterly spent. His head fell back on to the couch as he was trying to catch his breath, his body tensing up with the release of his shaft.
Your breath was heavy, your head dizzy as the thrusts stopped. You held yourself there as you could feel his shaft pulse at his release. Your legs fell completely weak, you could barely move them.
He shifted slightly, not to pull away, but to pull you even closer, his arms wrapping around you. He tucked his head into the bend of your shoulder, his damp hair brushing against your skin. He was breathing the scent of you, his lungs finally beginning to steady from the events moments ago. Your arms wrapping around his neck as you lazily laid on his chest.
"I believe... that was a most... successful... negotiation.”, he said in a playful manner and he was still trying to catch his breath.
“Shut up”, you said as a giggle left your lips as you didn't move a muscle.
Moments passed and you both were dressed. It was the final hours of the cycle.
He walked toward you, his footsteps nearly silent on the floor. He didn't reach for you with the hunger of a lust this time, but with the gentle reverence of a man who had seen something sacred. He reached out, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw in a gesture so tender it made your heart ache.
"The cycle is ending," his eyes searching yours, "and the galaxy will continue its relentless turning. But for a moment... the Force was perfectly still but I must be going back before others come looking for me”.
“Duty calls”, you said in a tone as if you didn't want him to leave.
He leaned in, pressing a final, lingering kiss to your forehead a kiss that was a promise that he would be back like all the times before, he could never date but today felt like it was a huge step in your relationship, maybe just maybe he would run away with you and hide among the abandoned parts of the galaxy.
Moments passed and you watched him walk to the lift in your room. The doors closed and the room was left in complete quietness. You walked to the refresher and washed your face from the make up that was worn from the interactions of the day. The cold water felt amazing against your warm face. You changed your clothes into something more appropriate for the sleeping hours of the cycle.
You walk into the room, tired and definitely worn out. A yawn grew from your mouth, as you yawned you heard a notification from your holo table. You sigh, all you craved right now was your bed.
You walk over to the table and answer the call the blue light casts onto you and the surrounding room.
You answer the call…..maul
He leans forward slightly, his gaze piercing through the light to find your eyes. A low, gravelly chuckle escapes his throat, though there is no humor in it.
"You look exhausted " Maul says, his voice smooth yet dangerous, like a blade sliding against skin.
“I mean it is the night cycle here, what do you want,” you said as if you were not scared of this crimson man. He couldn't really harm you, because you gave him information about the jedis he wanted to know more of, and you gave him a little more than information, you never thought you would be in a relationship with a jedi but fuck buddy's with a sith.
Maul’s lips curl into a smirk, a dark, knowing expression that suggests he knows exactly how much power he holds over you, and exactly how much power you hold over him. He doesn't just value your mind; he values the heat of your presence and the dangerous thrill of your companionship.
"Always so practical," his gaze traveling slowly over your form in the blue light.
"You treat a Sith Lord like a common merchant haggling over spice. It is... refreshing.”, he says in a deep tone but one that keeps you on your toes.
“ I'll call you back when I get some rest”, you said with heavy eyes.
"As you wish," he says, his voice smooth as silk, though there is a lingering, heavy weight to his words. "Rest, then. Dream of your Jedi... and of the secrets you keep from him”
The blue light vanishes, plunging your room back into a quiet. The silence of the night cycle settles around you. You are exhausted, yes, but the weight of your double life feels heavier than ever as you turn toward your bed.
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The sun was beginning to sink over morabands crimson horizon, marking the end of another rotation.
The darkness filled the planet, you knew maul was very skilled in many ways. So that meant you couldn't use the force, or any artificial light to see her way to his ship or even what the temple in front of the ship held.
You walked through the sand being as sneaky as possible. As you walked you could feel your feet slide with each step. As you walked you had a feeling, like you were being watched. It felt like something was closing in on your back running full sprint at you, that uneasy feeling crawling up your back, you quickly turned around …..nothing. You shook that feeling from yourself and continued on. Many moments have passed and you arrived at Maul's ship. You searched for a control pad, once you found it you clicked a button and boarded using the ramp. After it descended down, you placed your hand on your lightsaber just in case he was in here. As you walked into the ship. You took it out and ignited it as you held it in your hand it vibrated.
You used your lightsaber as a light. the crimson red lightning up the room. You flashed it around, for the ship looking like junk on the outside it was very clean and well kept on the inside. Nothing luxurious, just the basic needs, it was very spacious inside but just all the same color.
As you walked to the hallway to the back of the ship. You saw multiple rooms, one that looked like it was a cell and another , a room that had a made bed and a meditation mat on the ground. Another room that looks like it was completely untouched and a refresher.
……nothing
As you walked back out, you walked back into the area where you started. You waved your lightsaber around the buzz filling the quiet space. You noticed that the room you first entered the ship was a living area. It had all the necessary gadgets, dining area, medical supplies, robes hung up and star maps. Perfect for Traveling.
Still no sign of maul
You got off the ship, closing it up not wanting Maul to see that someone was in his ship. You lightly ran over to the opening of a temple. The room was open; it looked abandoned (well at least all you could see), not a trace of life in years. The only thing you could hear was the wind rustling in the cracks of the building. You stepped in and waved your saber around seeing nothing but emptiness. You dropped your arm and thought to yourself, where could I find maul in this abandoned temple, should I continue or wait.
The feeling of being watched grew strong once again. She stood in the middle of the darkened room, her lightsaber still ignited just low, as she tried to adjust her eyes to the dark of the room.
You heard someone speak from the dark
“Sidious sends hunters now”, his voice was low and gravelly, but it echoed through the walls in the room.
You remained quite trying to see if you could hear him, quickly standing in a battle ready stance.
“i knew you were here the moment your shuttle broke the clouds. I wondered how long it would take you to realize……..you were the one being hunted”, his words were slow and precise they felt as if they were coming at you in all directions.
You now felt threatened, you lifted your saber up and waved it around trying to pin point where the voice was coming from the buzz of your saber echoed through the room.
“Show yourself”, you said with confidence trying to hide your fear.
“show me whether Sidious forged a warrior”, his voice remains low and calm leaving chills on your skin.
Your heart thundered in your chest, you couldn't see any clues of where this man could be. Then you heard footsteps behind you. You quickly slashed at the sound, not hitting anything just leaving a cauterized mark on the ground.
“or merely another servant he'd be glad to discard”, his voice remained the same.
“Show yourself now, I'm not afraid of you”, you demanded, your hands trembling.
“That is not what your body is telling me, use…your eyes”, his voice now growing with annoyance.
You darted your eyes everywhere in the dark not seeing anything at the first few glances… Then you see two yellow eyes emerge from the dark. He walks closer to you with his hands behind his back.
You rush at him, as you go to hit him your lightsaber cuts through the air. He dodged it, you growl in frustration trying all your might to land a hit. Your frustration grows more and more after every hit you try to deliver. You think to yourself, I've never been out bested, I've graduated the top of my class. you stop after multiple tries, your chest heaving from the frustration. You stare at the man trying to make out who it was. The crimson of your lightsaber, molded his features helping you see who it was.
“Maul”, you said in anger, you quickly shove him using the force.
Maul slides back, he stands up straight and then charges you. Igniting both sides of his saber. The fight is equal at first all strikes are met with defense maul remaining calm but your chest burns with anger.
Both your blades clash, as your fighting maul watches every inch of you, learning, taking in all he could about you.
Your frustration makes you sloppy,but Maul needs you to break for him to win.
“Who trained you ?”, Maul said in a mocking tone, causing anger to burn harder in your chest.
Strike
“Do you fear Sidious?”, the mocking from the crimson man continues.
Another strike
“Or do you fear failure”, Maul said in a way to dig deep within you.
You shriek in a way you've never heard before. You're completely controlled by your anger; you've never been so embarrassingly defeated before.
You both come to a strike holding your sabers against each other. The sabers crackle and screech against you. His eyes dig into your mind almost as if there was lust behind them, a lust to feel in control of you.
Just when you think you have it under control you feel your legs give out under you, he uses his legs to bring you down and you fall on your back.
He then picks you up using the force, you feel a crushing sensation in your throat. He lifts you high almost a foot off the ground and the size is still growing. You drop your saber and claw at your neck panic sets in. You can't breathe, your throat makes noises itself. Your cheeks run red, the lack of air making your body feel extremely weak.
“If I wished you dead…. You would never have reached this temple”, he says with a stern voice.
He drops you, as you fall you take a nasty fall and hit your head off a stone on the ground. As you try to get up and fight it feels as if you couldn't catch your stance causing you to wobble. You try to get up using your arms, as you push up you see double just before your arm gives out leaving your face to meet the red sand. You lay there half of your face in the sand , you watch Maul walk closer to you. The heaviness of your eyes wins, causing you to pass out.
You laid flat on your back the soft blankets caressing your skin as you laid there you stared at the ceiling, a sight you've seen many times before. You could feel your eyes start to get heavy, you could feel the warmth of sleep tug at your body.
Your body then falls into the depths of sleep
Dreams fled your mind, She stood alone in the darkness, her boots sinking into a floor that wasn't stone it was ash.
The silence didn't last.
Faces began to appear around her. Jedi. Civilians. Every life she had taken stared back without anger... only sadness.
"How could you betray the jedi order?" one whispered.
"I thought you loved me ," another said.
“Oh, my sweet daughter you'll go on to save the universe”, a comment that stung
Their voices grew louder until they became impossible to escape.
"No..."
She covered her ears, but the whispers came from inside her mind.
"You chose this."
"You hunted us."
"You became the monster you swore to destroy."
Igniting her lightsaber did nothing. The crimson blade passed through them like smoke, but their eyes never left hers.
Then the darkness shifted.
She then looked down to her feet to see the lover she once slayed under Sidious command.
Darth Sidious emerged from the shadows.
"You feel guilt."
She fell to one knee, trembling.
"M-My lord..."
His yellow eyes burned into hers he let out a laugh that echoed through the area.
"Guilt is weakness."
The ghosts reached for her tugging at her clothes.
She screamed for help as all the ghosts cried and pulled at her.
Then the crimson man appeared in front of her
“Tell me... who are you”
You shot upright with a sharp gasp, chest heaving as if you forgot how to breathe. Sweat clung to your skin, your hands shook uncontrollably. For a moment, you couldn't tell where the nightmare ended and reality began.
The room was silent.
Your heartbeat thundered in your ears as you scanned the darkness, half expecting the faces from the dream to still be there.
Nothing.
Only the cold air and the sound of your ragged breathing.
You pressed a trembling hand against your face, pressing the tear that fell down your cheek into skin.
You then pulled yourself to the side of the bed planting your bare feet on the steel ground, the cold invading the warmth of your feet. You then placed your elbows on your knees, your head rested in your hands. As you held yourself there and caught your breath the sweat on your body was sticky.
Nothing, a warm shower wouldn't help after your body calmed down. You then stood up and the ache of your bones echoed through your body before slowly fading away. The cold started nipping at your skin as you walked to the shower leaving goosebumps to decorate your skin.
As you walked into the refresher, you let out a sigh, the bright light from the room strained your eyes.
Moments after you've refreshed yourselves, you then observe yourself in the mirror making sure your uniform looks professional and well kept. Today was the day you brought maul to his demise.
Moments pass as you find yourself on the command floor, you stand on the floor watching the big window that holds the blue and white tunnel of hyperspace space continue to crawl. You then hear an officer pilot clear that it was good to jump out of hyperspace.
You watch the window as the blue and white tunnel begins to collapse on to itself, as white streaks were all that was left. Quickly the white streaks disappeared and met with the vast darkness of space, stars littered the emptiness of it all, we were parked next to a planet. The light from the planet had a beautiful glow; it was a mix of orange red and white.
From orbit it seemed lifeless, no glittering oceans , no green forests, no lights from cities, just an ancient scarred world that has been taken by time.
Moraband……
“Prepare my ship”, you said with a confident tone, you knew darth maul was on this planet. You couldn't wait to bring him to his demise.
You then quickly turned around and began to walk out of the command room. As you left you caught a quick look of the general. He nodded his head of approval. that also desperately told you to be safe. You bowed your head ever so slightly at the man, if so you were saying goodbye and giving thanks.
As you moved yourself to the hanger that held your ship , you crossed many troopers that didn't speak or that would avoid any type of contact with you. You didn't focus on them at the moment, just the anxiety in your chest. You knew that you were tasked with this mission alone and if you didn't succeed, you'd be thrown to the hands of Sidious himself.
You arrived on the hanger floor after many twists and turns. The big room smells of fuel, hot metal and ozone.
The smell stained your nose, strong but nothing that would be uncomfortable. Your ship sat in front of the huge blast door, the dark hull stood out against the bright lights of the deck. The boarding ramp lowered ready for your arrival. Without slowing your pace you crossed the hangar floor, the work of the storm troopers continued as you paced yourself on the floor.
You entered the theta-class t-2cs shuttle, as you made your way into the cockpit.
The boarding ramp sealed shut behind you with a heavy metallic thud, cutting off the noise of the hangar. The cabin fell quiet.
You settled into the pilot's seat and placed a gloved hand on the ignition controls.
One by one, the shuttle came to life.
Lights flickered across the cockpit, blues , greens and reds.
The forward window in the cockpit brightened as the hangar filled your view.
Without hesitation, you eased the controls
forward.
The shuttle lifted smoothly from the deck, hovering for a brief moment before gliding toward the immense magnetic shield that sealed the hangar from the vacuum of space. Stars decorated the endless darkness
Soon as you make it far enough away
you see the star ship that once held you blink away, you truly now know you're alone.
As the shuttle enters the planet, the cockpit would shake from the turbulence.
As you make your descent closer to the ground of this planet, you see that the ground is covered in red sand, black edges that stick out and temples that look very worn and old.
As you fly across the sky you notice a ship that looked old, beaten up and scared from the years. It was bigger in size , it looked almost like a freighter. It was parked next to a couple of ruins and a temple almost like it became a part of the landscape. Red sand was blown on to it, it has been parked for a couple days. Perhaps a camp?
You landed your ship close by but not close enough to be spotted well so you thought.
Just posting these here for right now till I get ao3
Maul x Inquisitor fem
Chapter 2
Lighting
You've arrived back in your room pacing thinking about the information that was spilt on to you. Thinking of the next course of plan, how you're gonna be able to bring an ex-sith to his demise. You had one rotation before you arrived at your destination.
The pacing continued back and forth in your room. Your mind was in a whole different place and your body well all it could do was pace under this stress. moments have passed and you finally sat at the edge of your bed worried of how you were gonna pull this off, scared that if you come back empty handed that Sidious would have havoc to pay. Your hands trembled at the thought of what you would endure if you didn't succeed at this mission. You then stopped and stared at your hands. You quickly removed the black tight fitting gloves. As you watched your flesh colored hands clearly acting on their own, they were trembling as you sat there.
You watched them move and shake and all you could think about was how painful Sidious's lessons were, how his force lighting would make your body tense and ache for days later.
As you were watching your hands you could hear boots clicking on the other side of the doors that separated your room from the rest of the ship. You sighed, shaking the feeling you just previously had off your back as if it was a pile of dirt on your shoulders. You took a deep breath as you stood up straight and put the black tight fitting gloves back on trying to recollect the emotionless person you were trained to be.
The door then slid open as you watched the general walk in, “you have been summoned sister”. You swallowed and then began to walk with the general holding as much confidence in yourself as you possibly could. No one could dare see the side of you that you hid in your room, the sad pathetic girl. You were an Inquisitor act like it, you said to yourself.
The heel of your boots clicked on the steel floor of the ship matched with the generals alongside you. When we arrived at the door you could feel a disturbance in the force within you, something that felt oddly familiar. “Well sister ill leave it to you, good luck kid”, he said as he patted you on your shoulder the click of his boots fading down the hallway. You then took a deep breath and hit the button on the control pad. The door opened and as you walked in it quickly shut behind you. You could feel a familiar power creep up your back as if there were millions of tiny Wyyyschokk crawling up your back. The blue light of the holo table flickered, then you looked up and saw Sidious in the blue hologram. You instantly dropped to one knee. Kneeling before Sidious himself, your head bowed. you wouldn't dare look him in the eyes without his demand.
Sidious then broke the silence, “ hesitation leads to failure”
"I don't fear him.”
Sidious said with a calm voice “Only fools underestimate Darth Maul. He was once my weapon. Now he is a loose end that has outlived his purpose and I need him dead , I want him erased. His anger blinds him, yet it makes him dangerous. He clings to revenge as though it gives him purpose. You will show him how meaningless that purpose truly is.
You gulped at the words of Sidious
“ And if He won't come quietly. My lord"
Sidious then let out one of his fear inducing chuckles, “I would be disappointed if he did. Hunt him. Corner him. Make him believe he has a chance... and then take everything from him.”
"And if I fail?”
Sidious then snarled, “Then you will have proven you were never worthy of standing at my side.”
You then raise your head to face Sidious
"It will be done, my lord."
The call cuts short leaving you on your knee, wrapped in the darkness with an anxiety that pounds in your chest. You will not fail Sidious.
You will kill maul
Moments have passed since the anxiety inducing conversation with Sidious.
You stood at the door of the room you exited moments ago, you stood there and took a few deep breaths trying to recollect yourself from a conversation that felt like it was ripping right through your stomach.
You took one final breath and straightened up right.
You need to go to the command floor and just get a different scenery.
As you walked through the hallways of the ship making your way to your destination, countless stormtroopers would stand at attention as you passed. Once you arrived on the command floor a storm trooper that was guarding the floor announced your arrival, “Inquisitor on the floor”. You could see all the officers working at the ship's computers fix their posture and sweat started to form on their brows as you walked in the room. In front of the room there was a big window that wrapped around the room that flooded the area with the light blue from hyperspace.
You walked to the end of the room, you then placed your hands behind your back and gave your full attention to the blue and white stripes that fly past you, the colors of hyperspace always brought you great comfort. As you watched the tunnel of hyperspace, you then felt the presence of someone. You looked to your side and saw the general standing beside you. He had two cups of caf, He then extended his arm offering you the cup. You then grabbed the drink from his hand and took a drink. You took a cautious sip of the caf. Strong. Smoky. Exactly what you needed to ground yourself at this moment. You felt the heat of the drink warm your chest and slightly raise your temperature. The drink was warm and comforting , exactly what you needed after the conversation you had with Sidious.
“How did your call go kid”, the general asked, his voice was deep but also had a soft demeanor about it.
You shot the man a look, you know he was getting way too comfortable with talking to the likes of you. Though it felt right, something soft in this world of spikes of yours. You then looked forward “ it went….. fine”, you said as if you were trying to keep everything to yourself.
“ Well kid, you've always been good in my books, you've never once let your team down”, he said in a conversing way before taking a drink of his caf.
You stared into your cup of caf looking at the color in the white cup. If only he knew the things I've done and the people I've killed.
“ I appreciate the compliment but I'm not the person you think I am” you said with a stern tone almost like you were warning him.
“Well haven't we all done some shading things to be where we are? Look kid, you're under a lot of pressure, make sure you take some time to take care of yourself”, the general spoke with genuine care almost like he cared for your well being.
You continued to look forward, the general then turned and walked away.
Hey guys i started a story based on a fic based on a toxic relationship between an Inquisitor (fem) and maul
This is only chapter 1
Tw: trama
Chapter 1
The start of it all
stared out the window looking at the glare of hyperspace, the beautiful blue colors mixing, flying by it lit up your room, the light blue bouncing off almost everything.
Your mind freshly recovering from the day dream you were having moments ago, the ship had a dormant buzz under your feet as it hauled through space, you were tasked with the killing of maul. a name you haven't heard since the clone wars you've never seen a face. All the information you've had was hearing the jedi council speak his name as if it was a curse but nonetheless it was only a name to you.
You've killed many jedis before…… well before it was your own choice. So you were confident in yourself that you would be the one to take down maul and move yourself up in the ranks. After all, you were one of the first Inquisitors to be sent on a mission to capture this maul character.
So your fear laid dormant within you, scared of what they were dropping you in too. All you were taught was confidence but fear lingered in your chest as if an rancor was sitting on your shoulders. As your full focus was now on the blue streams flying by in the window your mind dissociated. allowing a thought to invade your mind, it was the day you graduated you could still feel the warmth on your skin from that day, the way the jedi temple looked in the setting sun you quickly tried to brush that memory away. only to see the horrors of order 66, the nightmares you've endured to end up where you're standing now working for the very thing you swore to destroy, you quickly snapped that thought from your mind.
You felt your body tense up and your brow furrow. You are an Inquisitor now loyal to Lord Sidious to the empire. They could have taken your life but they saw potential in you. everything you have must be given to the empire you have no time for these thoughts, no feelings, only your mission.
to destroy maul
As you continued to look at the window the door to your room slid open, making a noise you've heard a thousand times by now. Then you heard boots approaching behind you that rested at a stand point, then there was a click of a helmet turning on. your head turned toward the sound behind you as if you gave your full attention to the storm trooper, " they're ready for you in the mission briefing". The storm trooper said with a professional voice but you could hear his fear trying to tear out of his chest.
You turn around to look at the storm trooper, your whole body pointed towards him, as if you were giving him your full attention. You could sense the feeling of his fearful aura creeping up his back and swarming all around him. The dark side in you feeds off of it; it gives you a type of ecstasy you've grown to crave, a feeling that makes you feel unstoppable. You take a step closer almost like you could see right through his helmet, his fear grows tall above him almost like a towering building.
You then throw a quick smirk at the storm trooper followed by a scoff and quickly change your course towards the mission room . As you walk away the force within you can feel the relief of the storm trooper drop and his fear lift from him almost like he just dropped a thousand tons off his shoulders. It leaves you without the high sensation that you've grown to crave.
Your boots click against the metal ground of the ship almost as it was making a melody on the way to your destination.
You stand face to face with the door. Letting out a sigh before clicking a button on the control panel.
The door of the room slides open and a swift wooshing sound fills the space for a second as you walk in the room. All chattering has halted; there's a map pulled up on the holo table. The blue light clashes with all the faces that are glued to you, you could feel a sense of worry cover the room as if a dark cloud started to fill the room. Then there was a voice that broke the awkwardness pulling everyone back to their rightful selves. “How nice of you to join us today sister”, an older voice said. It was the general of this ship. He was an older man but he has never shown fear towards you which you've grown to love almost seeing him as an equal.
Your head bows down as if you were telling the general to continue with his briefing.
The mission briefing continues as you walk up to the holo map. The bright blue of it in the dark room strains your eyes.
Then the color shifts in the room making a bright red cover the faces of all in the room yours included. With the sudden color change a sense of dread you feel in the force covers the room. You place your hands on the holo table slowly leaning in observing the male in the hologram. You stare at the hologram in intense detail, it's a zabrak you thought to yourself trying to take in all his features. This creature is tattooed from all directions, they seem to just flow on him almost naturally you thought to yourself.
Would it be wrong to say that this mysterious man is actually quite attractive.
You stand up tall and take in the hologram even more, almost as if you were hypnotized like you couldn't take your eyes off of him. “Maul”, the general broke the silence that once rung your ear, your eyes dart over to the general then back to…maul
