Disclaimer: I do not own the images of Darth Maul or Darth Sidieous (although in the case of Maul that is one big big shame) I do however stake the claim on Jenar and Kry. The great god George Lucas owns the Double Darths, I only a humble servant can borrow them for a short time. (You'd be surprised what you can do with a young nubile Sith Lord in just 5 minutes ;-)
Please be gentle as this is my first attempt at a Star Wars Fiction. I've taken some liberties in a couple of things I believe...this story takes place nine years before the events in the Phantom Menace..and since Maul's past is so clouded in mystery (and that's just a little bit o' the sex appeal of this hunk o' Sith) I decided to give him a past, at least part of it.
Please let me know what you think...big velvet looking cloaks, horny little Sith lords, Ray Park, flames, and giant tubs of chocolate mousse can be sent to me via Lacroixlvr@yahoo.com
Enjoy!
Part 1
On the darkside of the planet Sinder a storm was raging over the horizon. Sinder was a small planet whose surfaces was barren rock, except for a few oasis of plant life and water. Most of the landscape was nearly black as onyx which had garnered the planet its name. It seemed as though the planet had been burned, seared all over by a giant wash of fire.
The electrical storms that lit the night sky where frequent, but that never lessened the experience of seeing the massive blots shoot across the sky, illuminating the dark like a super nova with every charge.
This was the sight that met Darth Maul's yellow eyes as he stood at the window of his training room. The young Sith Lord breathed deeply of the cold night air as it chilled his sweat dampened skin. His chest was bare, his black tunic having been discarded before this session of combat study. His skin was as dark as the night sky above him, all except the red, flame like Sith tattoo on his face.
He had been practicing manuevers for the past few hours and had stopped to rest and observe the storm raging outside. The spectacle never failed to amaze him. The power it contained and the beauty of it was awe inspiring.
His master, Lord Sidious, had based his place of training and home here on this world years ago when he had taken him as an apprentice. Now Maul could not even remember his original home, only this one. He felt more akin to this planet than any other he had stepped foot upon.
The planet was small with very few indiginous life forms left on it. Also, it was near Coruscant, but not near enough to be in danger of any detection by the Jedi Council. It was a perfect choice.
Right now his master was away for a short while, playing his part in the scheme of things he had planned.
Maul shielded his eyes for a moment as one lightning bolt exploded with a particularly large flare of white. Taking another breath of night air he turned from the storm to begin his excercises again. He had rested enough for the time being. Maul picked up a quarter staff of Kelnin wood and started a series of complex twirling and parrying moves, his grace like that of a panther, muscles flexing and flowing as if in a lethal dance.
Hours later a sleek silver spacecraft arrived on the landing pad of Sidious' complex. The Sith Lord himself walked out of the ship, his black hood and robes covering all but his mouth in darkness. He was followed by two droids who doubled as body guards and pilots, their skin a dark chrome metal, each carrying a large blaster rifle.
Maul met him on bended knee, his head bowed in respect. "Master," he said, his voice a whisper of velvet on the night wind.
"Rise my young apprentice," Sidious replied, his voice a sharp contrast of pitch and age. "I have much to tell you."
Maul rose to his feet, his black cloak billowing around him. He walked along the side of his master. Sidious turned to his student, his eyes and features hidden still by shadows. "I have found a prophecy that has been kept hidden by the council for many years," he began. "It tells of a Jedi that will be born by will of the Force itself and that Jedi will bring balance to the Force."
Maul looked over at his master. "Lord, does the prophecy say when this will occur?" he asked.
"No," Sidious answered, "but I sense that it is very near."
They entered the castle-like complex that served as the dark lords' lair. The entrance was a large door that slid open at their approach and then back into place with an echoing clang of metal on stone.
The complex looked as if it had formed itself from the rock with towers rising into the sky and defensive walls surrounding it on all sides. Patrols of droid soldiers were spread out along the outlying area, guarding against any kind of attack or unlucky trespasser. The whole structure was carved from the black rocks covering the planet so it would not be easily found from the air or by sensors.
Inside it was vast, going underground equally as deep as it was tall. Maul's rooms were only a fraction of the whole structure. On the bottom areas beneath the planets surface were the labs and droid making facilities. Sidious had scientists and loyal servants who were either frightened into or sympathetic to the Sith cause working on advanced weapons, robotics, and other research.
Sidious was an ancient Sith Lord who could still remember the death of his master who had held onto his life long enough to escape with his apprentice from the Jedi. He himself had been weakened and near death. He had hidden himself, his strength growing along with his anger and hatred of the Jedi who had destroyed his dark bretheren.
Now he was stronger than he had ever been and his plans were working as he wanted them to. He had found a perfect apprentice in Maul. The young lord was from an ancient race of warriors all but extinct. He had discovered him on a planet he had chosen to hide upon many years ago. The child was feral and strong. The force was so powerful in him it was nearly overwhelming.
Sidious knew this boy would be the one to continue the Sith. He began training him. Maul was wild but soon he learned to control his emotions, his anger and hate, and channel it to his advantage. Maul was one of the most skilled and deadly Sith warriors he had seen. Sidious was pleased.
So now the Sith master had discovered the prophecy of the Jedi born of no man who would bring a new balance to the force. Sidious could not let this happen. He had devised a way to fight against this new messiah of the Jedi. He would create a powerful leader, a Sith that would be the opposite of this light side being.
The master and his apprentice made their way to the cathedral like chamber of Lord Sidious. He sat down on a large, ornately carved obsidian chair. Darth Maul stood obediently waiting for his master to speak.
"I will not wait for this to occur," The master said. "I cannot stop this from happening Lord Maul, but I can fight it." He leaned forward a bit in the chair. "We will fight it."
"What can I do my master?" Maul asked, his eyes glowing coals in the darkness of his hood.
"You will conceive a child," Sideous said, an evil smile on his thin lips.
The young Sith actually had a look of surprise cross his normally composed features for the briefest of moments. "Master?" he asked perplexed.
"We will create a being powerful enough in the Sith to destroy this bringer of balance," the dark lord explained. "The child will be born of your union with a female Jedi."
"My lord," Maul began, "where will we find this female? There are no other Sith warriors."
The masters smile grew even more sinister and an evil laugh came from his throat. "There is a small band of Jedi on the planet Lunaire," he answered. "They do not agree with the ideas of the Jedi Council involving themselves in the affairs of other planets. They think the Council believes itself to be above all other life forms. These Jedi are powerful, but they have many young members. We will take one of the females and bring her here. We will make her one of us, my apprentice, and then you shall have her." Sidious' low laugh dripped with malice, echoed through the high, arched ceiling of the chamber as he finished telling his student the plan.
The younger Sith's face showed no sign of emotion, but his eyes betrayed him. They burned deeper in the darkness, two yellow flames glowing with all the intensity of hell's fires.
Lunaire was a few light years from the planet Sinder. It was a peaceful planet. The lone Jedi there kept to themselves and focused on learning and training so they had few dealings with the Jedi Council. They coexsisted with the animal inhabitants of their planet and lived a solitary life. Lunaire was a green world, with purple and blue colored springs and waterfalls, millions of different plants and flowers. Its beauty was well known throughout the galaxy.
The small settlement the Jedi called home was near one of the larger springs. Farms spread out along the valley, along with a few libraries, training facilities, and a school.
A festival was going to be held in three days to celebrate the harvest time. The city was decorated in multi colored displays of flowers and ribbon. Displays ran from the artistic to simply painted signs of thanks to the power of the Force.
Jenar Danel was one of the young Jedi apprentices on the planet. It was her twenty first year and she was nearly ready for the trials to become a knight. Her journey to this was hindered though by her inability to control her feelings. She would get into many arguments, some of them ending in fights with the other apprentices on Lunaire.
Her master and teacher Kry-Fa-Bane had many times threatened to end her apprenticeship, but his hopes in the girl becoming a great Jedi knight kept him from doing so. She was strong in the force, and that worried Kry. One who is strong in the force and filled with anger was dangerous. He wanted to tame her aggressiveness and teach her control.
Kry looked out the window towards the waterfall and the woods near the village and hoped the Force was with Jenar today. The celebration of Harvest was soon and she had hopes of being in the gem selecting ceremony this year.
The elder masters chose only two apprentices a year to choose from the collection of power gems to be used in making their lightsaber. They trained with a basic saber, but when the apprentice had advanced in training they created their own. So it had been on the planet for many years. It then became almost a part of the Jedi's own body. The weapon when used by a true knight was an elegant and deadly power to be reckoned with.
Kry sighed deeply and moved from the window to prepare his morning meal. He hoped all went well this day for both of them.
Jenar looked around once more making sure there was no one about. She had tried sensing out anyone who might be near her, but she never put much faith in that, knowing how some Jedi could shield themselves from being found.
Sure that no one was near, she pulled off her cloak, leggings, and tunic and dived into the cool, sapphire water of the southern spring. It felt wonderful after her morning excercises. Jenar loved bathing in the springs. It was secluded and quiet and she could relax. No other Jedi around her making her feel inadequate in their eyes and hers.
She had trained even harder this past year, more determined than ever to get her saber and advance to the next level. She shook her head, saying aloud, "I refuse to think about that now." Jenar was tense, her muscles tight. All she wanted was to get clean and feel better. She swam back over to the shore and rummaged through her pack until she found her soap. Using it she lathered her red, red hair and cleaned the sweat from her pale skin til she felt like herself again. Jenar tossed the soap back on the shore and dived under the surface, coming back up again only after she couldn't hold her breath anymore.
She let herself float on her back for awhile, her mind wandering on it's own to thoughts of the dreams she'd been having recently. She had always had bizarre dreams while she rested. Jenar supposed her master Kry would call them visions. She didn't know what to call them. But lately she'd been plagued with dreams of a figure in the shadows. He'd come to her in a cloud of chilly fog, dark gray and black. His face would be obscured by the darkness but she would see his eyes clearly. His eyes...that's what Jenar would always remember in the clearness of the morning if nothing else...his eyes. They would linger in her memory for days after. How they would stare into her very soul, into her mind, branding her with their heat.
But now the dreams had changed. They had started becoming more and more real. Jenar could smell the scent of incense that surrounded him, the spice and musk of it would fill her lungs at night. She'd wake up and swear that she could smell it in the room with her. And then just a week ago he had spoke to her. This ghost in her dreams had never said a word but now she had heard his voice. Jenar felt a shiver go through her even though the water was warm and the sun was shining as brightly as ever, as she remembered the sound of his voice. A whisper of softest, deepest velvet to her ears.
Pulling her towel around her trying to get warm from the sudden chill, Jenar could remember every detail. He only spoke one word, the same word in every dream. She could see him now in her mind...those horribly beautiful yellow eyes, glowing like twin flames...the voice as he spoke to her....
"Soon."
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