"You don't get it, Poe! I'm bound for error! I always have been I always will be!"
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"We make mistakes, we make errors! It's what makes us human! But what makes us good is how we fix our errors, not how we make them."
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In which a connection between a powerful female Sith-Lord, struggling to figure out where she belongs, and a First-Order fighting flyboy, who’s unsure of his own place, leads to the resolution of a lifetime.
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Warnings: Swearing, death (mentions and in depth), violence (mentions and in depth), fighting (mentions and in depth), struggling to accept oneself, torture, injuries, blood, angst, fluff, enemies to lovers, slow burn.
Possibly will be updated as the story progresses.
A/N: A tag list will be open! Send an ask, dm, or comment to be added. Takes place during the Star Wars sequel series. I ask any ‘x reader’, readers, to please give this a shot! I’ve worked incredibly hard on this story since December 2020 and would appreciate if you just gave it a shot! Thank you for all the support! ❤
Notes:
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Warnings: Death (not in depth), murder (not in depth), loss, angst
Word Count: 1055
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"Fear is my ally, for I have no fears."
No screams were heard, as the mysterious girl stabbed her lightsaber through a scavenger. Deactivating the lightsaber and allowing the man to fall, she glared down at him, muttering one, simple phrase.
"Filthy scum."
The cloaked girl left quickly, her mission was complete. She had obtained the information needed and had nothing left to do but return to her "home". If only filthy scavenger scum wouldn't try to jump her. And oh, how stupid it was on their part.
It didn't take her long to arrive back at her home, quickly making her way through the desolate halls. She dropped her head upon entering the throne room, walking up to the bottom of the stairs before finally speaking up.
"I obtained the information on the location of Kylo Ren, Master."
"Of course you did," The dathomirian's raspy, deep voice filled the room, "My young apprentice, you never fail me."
At this, the female raised her head, "Would you like me to pursue him, Master?"
"No... no," He stood up, making his way down the steps until he stood in front of the young woman, "He will come to us. He will fulfill his prophecy... you, my youngling, you've become a powerful sith... you will continue to live up to your name, won't you... Darth Sauda?"
"Yes, Master."
The male reached forward, pushing the hood of the female's cloak off, "You've made me proud, indeed."
The young woman's eyes flicked up to lock with her Master, looking over his red and black skin, and somehow she understood.
Darth Maul was saying his goodbye to her. Kylo Ren was to come and kill them all, except for her. She was to live on, to survive what would appear as Kylo's brutal attack instead of Maul's diligent surrender. Carry on the dathomirian's legacy and continue to be the legend she was quickly becoming.
She nodded slowly before leaning forward and pulling her Master into a hug, the man who had served as her father for the past nine years. His arms wrapped around her tightly, allowing a moment of weakness. He reached out to her through the force, allowing his emotions to reign freely through it. She responded to him almost immediately, reaching back out and allowing her own feelings to be expressed freely. Soft smiles lined their faces as they allowed themselves to feel these dangerous emotions.
The older man spoke first, "I am sorry it ends here."
"It's what the force demands."
"I know you feel conflict. I know you feel the temptation of the light. All I ask is you do what you feel is the right thing."
"Yes, Master."
They both pulled back, staring at each other and allowing their force bond to be wide open. Maul smiled down at the young girl before pulling her hood back up and backing away, closing his end of the bond. She mocked his actions, stepping back and closing her end of the bond. Dropping her head, she waited for a command like the obedient soldier she was for Maul.
"Return to your quarters. Await the morning. The force will be with you.."
With a slow nod, the woman spun around before swiftly walking out. She didn't like the feeling that was bubbling up in her chest, the feeling of loss. A feeling she wasn't unfamiliar with, but rather a feeling she hadn't felt so raw in far too long. She was ready to gain independence, the independence she'd had for so long before Maul found her and took her in.
Emotions scattering all over the place, she realized she was unsure if she felt ready to lose him. Not that the idea scared her or made her nervous, no nothing of that sort. She just felt unsure if she was prepared to, once again, be left alone in the vast universe. Though... she never was fully alone.
She never had been. There'd always been an unknown connection she obtained with someone else... something else. She didn't know if they could feel it too, let alone if they even knew about it, but she knew that this bond was often the only thing that brought her some form of comfort.
Stripping down to her undertunic and leggings, she laid on the bed and allowed her eyes to drift shut. These small moments of peace were what brought her the only form of happiness she knew. They weren't often, and that was why she never took those moments for granted.
Slowly, she allowed herself to reach out, extending and utilizing the force to reach out in an almost desperate manner. Her eyebrows scrunched in disappointment as she felt nothing and, so she forced herself to reach farther. There it was. She smiled widely as she felt the pure joy radiating through the bond. And if she focused hard enough, she was sure she could barely hear the murmur of excited whooping of whoever was on the end of her connection.
As she drifted further into a dream-like state, she wished that one day, she could find the cheerful entity, she felt at the end of the connection. Though, the young girl still knew that she had to fulfil her legend before she could reach that peace. And mumbling once, she fell into a peaceful slumber.
"Fear is my ally, for I have no fears."
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Summary: A sneak-peak to my upcoming story, Bound For Error
With a slow nod, the woman spun around before swiftly walking out. She didn't like the feeling that was bubbling up in her chest, the feeling of loss. A feeling she wasn't unfamiliar with, but rather a feeling she hadn't felt so raw in far too long. She was ready to gain independence, the independence she'd had for so long before Maul found her and took her in.
Emotions scattering all over the place, she realized she was unsure if she felt ready to lose him. Not that the idea scared her or made her nervous, no nothing of that sort. She just felt unsure if she was prepared to, once again, be left alone in the vast universe. Though... she never was fully alone.
She never had been. There'd always been an unknown connection she obtained with someone else... something else. She didn't know if they could feel it too, let alone if they even knew about it, but she knew that this bond was often the only thing that brought her some form of comfort.
Stripping down to her undertunic and leggings, she laid on the bed and allowed her eyes to drift shut. These small moments of peace were what brought her the only form of happiness she knew. They weren't often, and that was why she never took those moments for granted.
Slowly, she allowed herself to reach out, extending and utilizing the force to reach out in an almost desperate manner. Her eyebrows scrunched in disappointment as she felt nothing and, so she forced herself to reach farther. There it was. She smiled widely as she felt the pure joy radiating through the bond. And if she focused hard enough, she was sure she could barely hear the murmur of excited whooping of whoever was on the end of her connection.
