Warnings: No sex. Character death, but nothing that isn't in
the movie.
Spoilers: Set during TPM. Therefore, spoilers.
Summary: Maul's real motivations (sort of) during the last
Obi/Maul/Qui fight.
Feedback: Pretty please.
Disclaimer: Some guy named Lucas owns these characters. I'm
just playing with them. I do not even pretend to own them, nor
am I making any money from this.
Darth Maul, Apprentice Sith, allowed himself a smile (though,
as he hadn't had much practice smiling, it came out as more of
a silent snarl, which he had had significant practice
with). At last, victory would be his. At last, the moment of
triumph he had so often dreamed of was within reach. At last,
the arrogant pathetic Jedi would fall under his fist.
Maul paced, narrowing his yellow eyes at his opponent. Through
the single red energy field that separated them, the Jedi was
kneeling, eyes closed, looking completely relaxed. Preparing
for his death, no doubt. Maul was too wired to even consider
meditation.
His Master-- //I will strike him down,// Maul repeated
to himself, but the promise had become so routine that it
almost passed through his mind unnoticed-- thought that this
mission, defeating the Jedi, would further the cause of the
Sith. The fewer Jedi there were, the more power the Sith would
have. Maul agreed. It was quite sensible, in a very Sithy way.
It also wasn't the true reason he was doing this.
Momentarily, Maul's gaze flickered up, from his immediate
opponent, the Jedi Master, to the Jedi apprentice, who was
bouncing restlessly beyond the last energy field. Ahh...such an
apprentice. Maul wanted him. No-- Maul needed him.
Needed his devotion, needed his attention, needed his soft
slender body...
Maul was distracted enough by his thoughts that he almost
didn't notice the energy fields starting their cycle. But the
Jedi Master was rising smoothly to his feet, activating his
lightsaber and leaping forward and attacking Maul all in one
fluid motion. Maul, growling, parried his attack.
This one was his only barrier to the apprentice. Maul knew that
if he could just strike the Master down, that his apprentice
would become Maul's. It was easy enough for one of Maul's
talents. Having the double-bladed lightsaber helped.
Before the energy fields had finished cycling, the Jedi Master
was crumpling to the floor, the victim of one of Maul's blades.
Maul had a moment of triumph before the apprentice attacked. He
was hardly surprised, though. The apprentice had been raised in
the pathetic weak Jedi culture, where they grieved for their
dead. Maul would, in respect (he snickered quietly to himself
at that thought) for that culture, allow the apprentice a
moment of grief.
Only a moment.
Of course, a moment later, the apprentice was hanging off the
edge of the generator shaft, too close to death to grieve. His
lightsaber had fallen away, so he was completely at Maul's
mercy. Maul liked that. Submission would good. And as soon as
he got a promise from the twerp to serve with him, instead of
trying to kill him...
//We can achieve so much together,// Maul thought, smiling down
at the apprentice. //And I think I can retrain you so that
you'll actually be good for my needs...// The Jedi, by
all accounts (he didn't have any experience with the Jedi, just
the word of his Master-- who, granted, was a bit biased-- and
observation of the pinched prudish looks on the faces of most
of the Jedi-- most of whom, granted, were from races that had
pinched prudish faces), didn't train their apprentices for the
good stuff, like sex. It was a pity, but Maul thought the
apprentice had promise.
He paced along the rim of the pit, toying with his lightsaber,
trying to find the best words for his offer. Most things he
thought of were to the point, but perhaps a bit crude for the
first date. Or was this the second date? They'd met before,
even if they hadn't done much other than fight. Ah well, Maul
decided. It didn't matter much.
What did matter, he realized a moment later, was that the
apprentice Jedi was floating up out of the pit, probably using
the Force, and pulling the Jedi Master's lightsaber to him.
Maul gaped. He hadn't expected gratitude, since the Jedi didn't
like it when their Masters died. (That had always baffled Maul.
He wouldn't mind if his Master died. He would mind even less if
his was the hand that killed his Master.) But somehow, he'd
gotten in the nice mental mindset that the apprentice was
helpless and at his mercy.
This was most definitely not at his mercy.
Maul swung to block the apprentice's swing, but it was too
late. There was a searing pain as the lightsaber hit his flesh,
and then numbness. Unable to move, able only to watch, Maul
fell into the pit. //No. This isn't the way it's supposed to
end.// And then, angrily: //Idiot. We could achieve so much
together. I need you...//
The last thing Maul felt was a bitter loathing. Jedi could be
so bloody stupid sometimes.
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