#crc things

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Orin’s will to spread hope and freedom as much as she can has been with her since the beginning. She killed Darth Sidious, founded the CRC, and put an end to a war that would’ve consumed the galaxy. And led to the death of the Jedi Order.

Many joined her, feeling like they were called to be part of something bigger and better. To make a REAL difference. And they did just that. They even established Yavin IV as a world of rest, respite and healing for anyone effected by the war.

But in the midst of all that, she made an unlikely friend by the name of Maul. And who else in the galaxy needed hope and freedom more than this man? The Zabrak was on Kamino, when the Clone Army rose up and freed itself. He helped them. Why? Because the person responsible for all his suffering and pain was dead. Vengeance couldn’t be had. And all he wanted was a warrior’s death. And he nearly got it too.

If not for this confounded woman who wouldn’t leave him to die in the rain.

He testified in the Senate. What better proof of Palpatine being Sidious than Maul’s account. Maul owed Orin that much; a matter of dignity rather than gratitude. And then he found himself on Naboo. The place where his life fell apart. Or… was it perhaps where he was freed?

Hard to say.

Orin contacted him a few months into his solitude there. She’d changed. Scarred. Terribly. But again, she had a favor to ask. But it was an odd one: teach a girl called Pathfinder.

Maul was expecting a teenager. Skinny but lanky. Perhaps a little beaten up, given the description he got… but what he got was a child. Teenager, she might be, but she looked for all the stars to be no older than twelve. So tiny. And so broken.

Maul began trying to teach her. And quickly realized that the girl was so scared of him that she could barely function in her lessons for fear of being brutalized by him. He couldn’t blame her. She seemed aware of him. His reputation. But… respect is one thing; terror is another.

How does one reach a frightened half to death child? Maul has never so much as been embraced much less provide safety and comfort for another person. So he asked questions. Orin. Her mate, Fett. The Commodore Sana. Even the karking Jedi, Serushna. They all gave good advice. Orin even showed him things she learned on the fly, like how the girl relaxed while someone trailed their fingers in her hair. Jango taught him about little treats. Gifts. Serushna taught him to allow the control to pass to another. And Sana… taught him how to give someone a hug.

And when the time to practice that particular lesson came around, Maul found he didn’t really want to let go.

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If you enjoy my side-blogs, here’s another. She’s an OC character of mine.

The Guzzlin’ Gungan

Weesa servin’ up da best caf in dees Outer Rim. Stoppin’ by if yousa gettin da chance.