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"Turning slowly, he looked at every one of the surrounding cadets, letting them see the Abyssin's blood dripping down his chin and notice that he wasn't even breathing hard. He thought he smelled fear from the female Nautolan who had tried to call of the fight." (Windham, 83).
Let it be known that Maul and Kilindi's friendship is tainted by fear. What she sees is a child, and some rabid creature.
Yet she pursues his company regardless.
She likely sees herself in him. She killed her slave masters, and I have to wonder if she was as wild and brutal as this.
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Dha Kar'ta (wipwed 1)
wipwed stuff will be linked from my masterlist, which is my pinned post, where you’ll also find links to the main fic!
i love you all!! i hope you’re safe and well!!
*very minor blood warning*
“Please,” Quinlan scoffs, “even if you’d had months to prepare, Obi would have still defeated you. Do you honestly think you’d ever compare?”
Obi-Wan frowns. “Quin, that’s enough.”
The Nautolan grins at Obi-Wan with blue blood in his teeth, dripping over his chin down his throat, but he makes no move to wipe it away. “Was it enough, Sith Slayer? Will Maul and I ever be enough?”
Obi-Wan can’t breathe. “What do you–”
“Were our deaths enough, Dark Heart? Is your bloodlust satisfied?” Rret So rises to his feet, and then without moving is standing over Obi-Wan, leaning into his space until they’re nose-to-nose, until Obi-Wan can smell the metallic tang of his blood, until he can hear the silence of his pierced and cauterised heart. “Is Anakin Skywalker safe?” he purrs. “Is your Mand’alor protected? Were our deaths enough? Will you stop at two, or will you keep going until you look as bloody as you feel? Is my master deterred? Were our deaths enough, Kyr’bes? Will it ever be enough?”
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#prequel trilogy#qui gon jinn lives#but he's not really any better off for it#mandalorian obi wan#soon!! i promise!!#he's the only one denying it at this point#jangobi#obi wan kenobi#quinlan vos#mando'ade#JEDI CULTURE RESPECTED ALWAYS#obi is a jedi and a mandalorian and i WILL fight you on this#wip wednesday#dhakarta#crispy writes
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What starwars species do you think the ghosts would be? I feel like Neptune would be Nautolan, and I'm stuck between Chiss and Togruta for Keegan
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Funny you say that because now *I* get to use my FAVORITE line...
I have an au for that
EHEHEHE
I have like a whole Star Wars au but I'll just give you the species and that since I haven't worked on it recently and I'll change it lmao.
All the Walkers are human, which is kinda lame of past me ngl. Buuuuut, they're also all force sensitive. (To varying degrees, even the wifey can get vibes.) However, the only Jedi among them is Elias.
Merrick is a Codru-Ji! Four armed species that starts out life as six legged doggies before a lil caterpillar metamorphosis. Also a mandalorian, cus hell yeah.
Keegan is a Zabrak. He even has some tats! Also I give him hair, because I can't stand to make him bald. Lil mowhawk. He is a dark pink/peach color.
Ajax is also human, and he ain't force sensitive. He and Keegan are bounty hunters. (Well he's the hunter, Keegan goes on field trips.)
Kick is a Mirialan, he's blue. (Cue "Why are you blue?" audio.)
Neptune is a Torgruta and they're YELLOW! Orange yellow, but mostly yelllow.
Rorke is a human, cus he's lame. But he's also a mando like Merrick so like, lose some win some.
I really adore the idea of Neptune being a Nautolan though, I could change it... this is a WIP idea. I think they'd be cute if they were teal with purple blushing.
I chose Zabrak for Keegan because I enjoy the horns and also Maul <3 Plus the tats. I should draw him, that'd be fun. I should try to draw all of them tbh but like, small steps.
#call of duty#call of duty ghosts#task force stalker aka the ghosts#logan walker#hesh walker#elias walker#beloved anon#🐺 anon
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3) for sender to lick receiver’s throat. (maul for kilindi)
SENSUAL BITING & LICKING PROMPTS
It wasn't often that they got moments like this.
To just lie together was a privilege few could afford– for the longest time, it felt to Kilindi like to lie idly at all for any reason other than to rest and recover energy to keep moving, keep working, keep fighting, was a fantasy reserved for those who had lived much different from her own, people who didn't have life debts. But that had changed. There were some things that changed when you had a certain unstoppable Zabrak by your side.
Or on top of her with his face tucked against her neck, as of right now.
Kilindi still couldn't believe she'd just managed to drag him to bed with her. But, given the day they had, it seemed they both needed some time to just be. That, or her kisses had been quite convincing.
Either way, she's not going to look a gift bantha on the teeth.
Rough fingertips and sharp claws lightly scratch between his shoulder blades, lazily feeling up and down the curve of his spine from mid-back to the base of his skull. Her head turned slightly to the side, her lips ending up pressed against the base of his frontal horn.
Then, she felt his tongue against her throat.
A shiver quaked through her body. Kilindi groaned, her tentacles curling around each other into a tight squeeze. It is no secret that Nautolans' skin is quite sensitive, especially not to Maul. He knows her far too well for that to remain a secret for long. He'd known it back in Orsis, when they'd been children and he'd listen to her talk about good and bad textures regarding the clothes provided for them by the academy; and he definitely knew it now that adulthood had led to them exploring each other far more intimately than their childhood selves ever would have thought to.
"For a minute, I thought you were asleep," she hums, amused, tilting her head back to grant Maul easy access. "Seems you have other plans. Mind sharing them?"
#may the queue be with you#||in character: kilindi matako||#||mail: kilindi matako||#& maul#||answered ask||#mutatiio
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I'm very invested in Myles and Jaster and Jon as a whole, but also baby Maul and baby Kilindi???!!! They're so so cute, and Arla as a Jedi!!! There are so many beautiful things, you're just killing me
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He wakes some time later, to small hands on the edge of his bed and wide dark eyes peering over the edge, watching him solemnly.
For a moment, Jaster blinks at the little Nautolan girl in confusion, then raises a brow. “Hello,” he says, a little out of his depth, because Jango was already almost a teenager when Jaster took him in, and he hasn’t been around too many children who are smaller than that.
“Hello,” the girl say, hushed, and smiles at him. She’s a bright sort of lavender, scattered with pink markings down her tresses and spreading out into wide swaths across her limbs, and she can't, Jaster thinks, be more than six. She climbs up, clumsy with one arm in a heavy cast, and pulls herself onto the edge of Jaster's bed, crossing her legs beneath herself. “You’re Myles's friend.”
“I am indeed,” Jaster says. They're trying to avoid full names while they're here, given Jaster's position, but—that’s no reason to be rude. “I'm Jaster.”
“I'm Kilindi,” she says cheerfully. “Did you get hurt? Is that why you're here?”
“I think that’s why everyone is here,” Jaster says, bemused. “Except for the doctors and nurses, perhaps.”
Kilindi frowns for a moment, considering this. “Not everyone is hurt,” she says. “Sometimes they're just sad. Like Arla. She was only hurt a little, but she was really sad sometimes, and the Golden Sun made her less sad.”
Depression, maybe, or past trauma. Jaster hums, looking up at the interlocking coral above them, as solid as stone. it’s bright, but not blinding; he’d expected to have to wear some kind of visor when they first opened the ship and pulled him out, but—the brilliance isn't painful. Soothing, he might call it, except that’s just as likely an impression caused by the calm of the staff and the peaceful hush of the caverns.
“Wounds of the mind can be just as damaging as wounds of the body,” he says. “Mine was of the body, however.”
“Oh,” Kilindi says, and smiles brilliantly. “Mine was, too. My arm got cut off.” She holds it out to show Jaster. “The coral helps it grow faster and makes it hurt less.”
Jaster restrains a wince. A Nautolan’s ability to regrow limbs is something he’s witnessed in close friends, and it seems agonizing. To have a little girl suffering that seems even worse. “It seems you’ve regrown most of it so far.”
“I did!” Kilindi grins. “Jon says it’s because I eat all of my vegetables and go to sleep at a good time.”
Quietly, Jaster snorts. He wishes such excuses would work with Jango. “He’s right, I'm sure. And very wise.”
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so. learned that Asajj was the one to cut off one of Anndra’s limbs. She was kinda mid-gloat when Jackal arrived. Gonna be funky. (I had the sketch way too long n i wanted to try just lines for once.
[I.D. It’s a digital drawing of a jedi oc, Jackal, a nautolan-zabrak hybrid, and Asajj Ventress. Asajj is shown standing, holding both her lightsaber’s as she looks slightly to the side at an incoming Jackal. Jackal, somebody that is 2.8 m and honestly a walking freighttrain, is shown midmotion, looking directly at Asajj, their black eyes glowing as they have their right hand out, claws and all to maul Asajj. They are pretty angry. End I.D.]
#asajj ventress#jackal#ajekyllsart#ive got time on my hands n thought. why not finish this one? sorta#might rework it later but meh#we'll see#btw the piece is called 'asajj u fucked up'#angry chomper here to get u away from their kids#jekyll oc
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The Sister Wolf-Not so Secret
AN: This is for Pride Month. Was also inspired by pandaredds tiktoks. Hope you all enjoy!
Whina's squad were hanging out near the hangar , trying to help her out to fix a ship, but mostly to just hang out together.
Whina was fixing a engine on the floor, her BD droid on her shoulder scanning it every now and then. The twins, Thunder and Howl were talking about a pod race they just watched and Arrow looked deep in thought. The only one int he group wasn't there was Zeppelin, who had to go over his medical stock.
Arrow then spoke up.
“Hey alor, how did u know Rafe was gay?”
Whina looked at Arrow who asked the question and was waiting for an swer.
“What you mean?”
“I mean...how did you know he was gay? Like, did he tell you?”
Whinas thought about it and then snickered.
“I think it was a bit obvious. He wasn't hiding it. I mean he was flirting with every guy we knew when he was 15. Luckily, my mom and grandparents were really cool with it. Our dad didn't care about anything , so his opinion meant zilch to us. So when he did tell us, we weren't surprised. Hell, he took it well when I came out.”
The clones looked at her, their interest suddenly piqued.
“When you came out?” Howl said, “What are you?”
“Oh, I'm aromantic.” she said with a shrug, “All those romantic squishy feelings you see in movies, don't got them.”
She then glared at them.
“And don't say I just haven't found the right person yet.” hes snarled, “Heard that shit for over half of my life and I'm tired of it.”
Whina sighed, petting her droid in thought.
“Its not going to happen, it won't happen!” she said, suddenly looking deflated. The men felt like she was told this too many times and she was sick of it.
“Why you asking this anyway?” Whina said, seeing Arrow shrug.
“Does this have anything to do with you being Bi?”
Arrow looked at her in surprise, sputtering his words.
“What?! No I'm not!”
Whina looked at him unimpressed.
“I'm not!” he said, looking at the twins, who also look unimpressed. Arrow tried to say more when he look down and grimaced. Thunder noticed how uncomfortable he looked; he walked over to his brother and squeezed his shoulder.
“Vod, we don't care.” he signed with a comforting smile. “We love you for who you are.”
“Thunder is right.” Howl said, “You just bad at hiding it.”
Arrow now looked offended.
“How the kark did you guys know when I didn't?”
“Bruv.” Whina said, “You said general Kenobi was handsome.”
“He is, everyone knows that.”
“You thought Skywalker looked cute with his hair up.” Thunder signed.
“Oh come on, even Captain Rex said that.”
“You squirmed in your seat when you saw Fisto shirtless.” Howl deadpanned.
Arrow opened his mouth and then closed it, realizing in hindsight, it did look obvious to the people closest to him. It just took him awhile to realize it himself. He did the research and did a lot of soul searching. He was just scared that his pack wouldn't accept him; think he was disgusting or worse, a freak. He actually asked Rafe for advice.
The nautolan just said to be honest with himself and his pack. He wonder now why he was scared.
“Thanks vod.” he said with a teary smile. Whina and his brothers smiled comforting at him. That when Zeppelin walked in and noticed the emotional scene.
“Oh.” he said, his eyebrows raising, “Did Arrow finally came out?”
“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!”
AN: Alor means chief in mando'a.
@eyecandyeoz @justalittletomato @gran-maul-seizure @stardustbee @kimageddon @herbalinz-of-yesteryear @nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius @kotic-kryptid @a-dorin @ninjigma @squidmccephalopod @love-like-poetry
#star wars#clone wars#star wars oc#fanfiction#clone trooper oc#the sister wolf#whina fen#lgbt pride#zeppelin#thunder#howl#arrow#not so secret#biseuxal#aromantic
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GIVE ME A BRIEF OVERVIEW OF ALL YOUR OCS (PLEASE)
hehehe I WILL RIGHT NOW
so first things first we have:
august juniper moor — my baby. my first star wars oc. she’s a zygerrian set in pre-phantom menace all the way through revenge of the sith & the crimson dawn era. she is widely known as (previously) darth (now just) maul’s lover. she’s endured a lot. she’s been through some shit. she’s very against the jedi order even though she spent years training alongside obi-wan under qui-gon. she lost her eye in a duel with count dooku where he set the ship to explode. she’s a badass & the strongest force user out of my ocs. her kyber crystal was purple and now it’s red. she wields a double-bladed saber, similar to maul’s. she left the jedi order before the events of rots/order 66.
kade kolpall — a nautolan who is also set in the clone wars era. he was 17 in rots and 35 (1 bby). his inspiration comes from bioluminescent fish species so he has a darker grey skin tone with yellow markings. one of them falls over his right eyes and resembles a crescent moon. he’s 6’8” & one big fella who can crush your windpipe with the snap of his finger. his master was kit fisto. (he was sort of a loose canon (he is sort of a parallel to anakin) he then joined the empire and sort of became an inquisitor but also didn’t really fuck with any of them so he just did his own thing and hunted down the jedi. (fuck canon because this is MY star wars lore) he has two lightsabers that were yellow kyber crystals but now they are also red. he met the love of his life on a backwater planet while trying to hunt down remaining jedi/force users.
erena lianoma arballor — my only human so far out of my ocs. she was 14 during rots and then 32 (1 bby). her home planet is alderaan. she’s 5’7”, medium build, with long, thick, black hair that reaches her mid back. she has hazel eyes and freckles. she was a jedi padawan during the events of order 66 but managed to survive and evade death on some backwater planet. she is taken in by a nautolan mechanic by the name of mara and they end up running a shop together. they sort of become sisters but mara has maternal instincts at times. kade initially is the one assigned to find her and kill her since her force signature can be felt by vader & palpatine. the best part is, kade is so awestruck by her beauty he can't kill her.
all of my clone ocs -- the 328th legion featuring commander bull, leo, scorpio, aro, & gunther. there are a few others but i just haven't fleshed them all out quite yet. their armor is navy with powdery blue accents. they are august's boys and she loves them to death.
mara -- my other nautolan oc. she's 22 when she first takes in erena, and i have to really flesh her out as well. she's a mechanic, insanely intelligent, & is overprotective of erena. her markings resemble a koi fish, and she has the warmest amber eyes you've ever seen.
if you have any other questions, feel free to ask hehe! :))
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Maul
Maul x OFC
Wordcount: 7158
Rating: Teen and Up
TW: Violence, Death, Major character death, Blood and Injuries, Youth Trauma. If I missed anything please let me know.
Summary:
Darth Maul no longer was Darth Maul, he was just Maul and he had lost everything and everyone he once had in the galaxy. But what happened to him before he met his faith on Tatooine?
Well, he did encounter someone unexpected and life had taken a new turn in the galaxy.
A/N: First of all I want to deeply thank @imabeautifulbutterfly who has been so very kind to do the beta work for me. Thank you sweet butterfly for helping me out all the time and letting me know when I made a mistake or should change/add something.
This story popped up into my mind after I have been reading the books that all were about Maul, from his childhood till his moment of death. And I just wanted to give him atleast a little bit of happieness in between. Please let me know what you think and as always: Love and reblogs are very much appreciated.
Friendship, family, love, all words that had no meaning to him growing up. He knew what the words stood for when it came to other sentient beings in the galaxy, but to Maul that was all they were, words. To him the most important and meaningful words were loyalty and respect, both words that were closely tied to his master.
As a child, Maul learned early on that the outside world was not only a harsh learning place, it was also filled with challenges. Challenges to his very way of life and the man who was responsible for raising him.
He would look outside the one small window in his room and watch the inhabitants of his home planet go by their daily business, dreaming of what their lives would be like out there. When he was put outside with nothing but his own survival instinct, he quickly learned not to be too invested in what the lives of other life forms were like, they were all transient and of no consequence. He survived by killing to live, he learned that he loved the violence that enabled him to survive.
He would look at the droid that was responsible for training him and caring for his wounds, but that would also punish him when he did not fulfill his goals in training and his master was disappointed in his progress. The droid became a well known feature in his early life and though at some point he thought he could befriend it, in the end it also had to be destroyed, it ended up as discarded junk on the dining room floor.
Maul was just a child that grew up too soon, Maul had no choice, Maul was twisted and turned into a killing machine by his own master and the only father figure he had ever had.
What Maul longed for most during his childhood, even when he did not realize it, was someone to take care of him just once, to stand up for him and shield him from the pain of punishment, from the loneliness, from being made into the Maul he ended up as.
In his late teens, Maul was sent to a private school. Not just any school, but one where every day was made into hell and where Maul was reminded of what he was meant to be in the future, an assassin, a killing machine, a disciple that would make his master proud. His graduation present was not the acceptance of his accomplishments, it was the order to destroy everything there and anyone there. Maul killed all the teachers and students that were there. He enjoyed the thrill of the moment, the taste of fear and blood that surrounded him as he went through the premises and laid waste to all and everything. He thrived on the sensation of their moments of death that was so present in the Force. The last two for him to kill were the two who had been the most present during his education. The headmaster who tried to stall for time by offering bribes died rather fast. The last person to die by his hands and who looked him in the eyes as she died was Kilindi, the Nautolan who befriended him, partnered up with him and who had been protective over him as much as he had been over her. Maul, completely twisted at that time, felt nothing as he watched her die.
But, as it so often happens to those who do not expect it, something happened that turned his entire world upside down. For his master, in the name of his master, Maul had killed many and he never felt any regrets. Maul felt pride, for it was for the greater honor of the Sith and it was necessary to further the plans his master had for the galaxy. He had even killed Jedi, a challenge he was proud to take on and even more proud to fulfill. It was also a Jedi that started the final twisting of his being.
The battle on Naboo was the beginning of the end for Maul. He battled not one but two Jedi and managed to kill who he considered to be the most dangerous of the two, Qui Gon Jinn had been an amazing adversary and died with some form of honor, at least that is what Maul thought of the man's death. The padawan however, underestimated this young man. It ended with him cut in half by a lightsaber and his fall into a deep, deep darkness.
Maul never wanted to think back as much, not about those times where he suffered and was submitted to many surgeries to restore him to a shape he once had known as being himself. Returning his lower body to him had been a long and arduous time where voices, faces, sounds and smells all became a blurry mess. He lost his strong contact with the Force and for the longest time he also lost contact with his true self. Until that one day.
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Maul had been traveling to several planets searching for his revenge. The latest bit of information he had gathered from several seedy places spoke of a man that had been trying to save some farmers in trouble. A male that used his mind tricks to let the pirates believe they were not in the right place with the right people and they should go for other urgent business. Just the information that Maul was looking for!
Traveling to the planet where what could only be a Jedi was supposed to be, was good for his attempts at meditation. For too long had he been in chaos, to fight a Jedi at full strength he needed to reconnect to the Force once more. The flight took several standard hours, time well spent in deep meditation where Maul managed to reach a new level of immersion in the Force. Now he felt more ready to vanquish the foe he had been searching for.
It was a simple, backwater little planet and the village he was told to go in order to find the Jedi was nothing more than a gathering of crummy shops, a dingy and very dirty bar. But, those were the places where all the best information could usually be found as well. It was the type of place where the more shady business would be handled by those who could not afford to be seen by officials. Bribery, assassinations and every other sort of criminal acts were business as usual.
The first place he stepped into was a small shop, owned by a Trandoshan and not more than a small room with what seemed to be the hand me downs from the townsfolk, but would probably still sell well enough to the poor fools that traveled through. Thumbing the fabric of a simple tunic, Maul glances at the Trandoshan and moves towards the weary shop owner.
“Can I help you?” Carefully eyeing the new customer the owner speaks first. “I have new cloaks to try if you need one?”
Maul smirks at that and slowly removes his hood while maintaining eye contact. “I was told that a miracle worker has made his way to these regions and managed to save some farmers from ending up facing their maker. I would be…..” He waits a second before finishing his sentence as if he has to think for a moment, “highly appreciative if one could introduce me to such a person.”
The owner ponders what is said for a moment before giving any kind of response. “Such a person has been said to travel around in these regions. New arrivals usually do not last long here. This person made an impression helping out some folks around here and there. Perhaps some coin could help me remember the location?” A toothy grin and gleaming eyes, the owner rubs fingers together, showing the basic sign for payment.
Maul sighs and reaches in his pocket, throws some credits on the counter and narrows his eyes. “The information better be worth it.”
Not long after, Maul leaves the small store, draws his hood back over his head and moves towards the only bar, or what is supposed to go for a bar in this place. According to the Trandoshan that is where the farmers usually come. Those who were helped by the one he seeks. Stepping in, the first thing he notices is the heavy smell of spice and sweat.
Not many folks are inside at this time of day. The majority of people are working and the ones currently there are either too intoxicated, too high or not paying attention to the newcomer because they are conducting business of their own.
Stepping up to the bar he glances around and taps a credit to garner the attention from the bartender.
“What's your poison stranger?” The droid whirs towards him grabbing for an empty glass.
“Spotchka and some information.”Maul drops some credits on the counter and looks up at the droid tending to him.
Handing him the spotchka, the droid seems to take it`s new customer in before answering. “Depending on the information you seek, I might or might not be able to provide.”
“I`m looking for that miracle worker, the one who helped out some farmers. I`m in need of some…… Help” The smile he shows does not reach his eyes and seems to even let the droid pause its movements, if only for a nano second.
“That individual has indeed been sighted here. However it is said he has left the planet after a few days since his `help` seemed to have garnered too much attention. According to the latest rumors, even the pleading of the local farmer association did not sway his mind.”
“I see, and where does one get the information needed to see if this individual did indeed leave the planet?” Maul grits his teeth as he asks for the information. If the droid was correct, he would have to find out where to go next from the travel plans and the chase would last even longer than intended. Maul was losing his patience with this chase and needed to conclude his quest for vengeance in order to move on.
Maul could easily draw out the one he is looking for, force out the one he is looking for. All he has to do is send out an invitation by means of brute force and the cries that would echo out through the force and lure his adversary in. But, that is not the confrontation that Maul wants, it is not the confrontation that Maul needs.
“For the right price, you will find that the individual sitting at the corner booth would be willing to help you get the required information. I suggest you greet him with a shot of spotchka and a well filled pocket.” The droid immediately places two glasses of spotchka in front of Maul and directs him to the person in question.
It did not take long for Maul to come to an agreement with the slicer. A couple of drinks, some explanations on what kind of intel he wanted and a credit filled pouch and a time and place to meet up was set. For now, Maul would have to sit and wait for three days. Slicing into Imperial networks was not as easy, not even on a backwater planet as the one he was currently residing on.
On the second day, Maul strolled through the dusty streets when he heard faint voices coming from behind an abandoned building. Curious, he silently moved towards the sounds and as they became more clear and he turned the corner he noticed a small group gathering around two figures.
“Please! They are just a kid. They didn't know what they were doing was wrong. They were just defending themselves.” A female voice, pleading with the people gathering around caught his attention.
“They kicked my son!”
“They bit me on my arm!”
Grumbling voices spat the accusations as the people drew closer to the two figures cowering. A young child, from the looks of it half Zabrak and half human hides behind the woman whose voice he had heard pleading.
“You scared them. They were defending themselves when you crowded them and tried to hit them. Leave them alone!” Quickly pushing the child behind her, the woman stands up straight and faces the small group. “If you want to punish someone, then punish me.”
“They stole fruit from our stall. They have been stealing for as long as they have been around. That monster should just die!” The man spitting the accusation reaches down at the ground and grabs for a small rock lying nearby.
Noticing the movement, the woman turns around and shields the child as the man throws the first rock. It hits her on the back, making her flinch as she bends her body to completely shield the child.
For a moment Maul can only watch in shock, until an old memory, an old feeling comes crashing into his mind. A young Maul, running into the wild of Dathomir, wishing to be found by someone that would protect him from being taken away by the man that felt as pure darkness. As the next stone is hurled towards the woman and child, he reaches out with his hand and stops it in midair.
Surprised by the piece of rock suddenly hanging still in the air in front of them, the people all whisper and gasp as they glance around. Only then do they notice the hooded stranger, hand stretched as if to stop them, casually strolling towards them.
“Only cowards and fools would attack a child and a woman in a group.” The softness of his voice does nothing to soothe the people as they see the building anger in his glowing eyes. When he flicks his hand, the suspended rock flings back towards the one who threw it and hits him on the nose. Blood spurts out of the nose as it breaks and the man falls back, clutching his face, muttering swearwords, or what would have been words had several of his teeth not been broken out of his mouth as well by the force with which the rock had hit him.
Quickly recognising the danger they found themselves in all of the sudden, the group dissipates, dragging the injured man with them, leaving behind a shocked child and woman kneeling on the ground.
Still holding the child in her arms as to protect it from anyone coming close, she looks up at Maul, eyes narrowed. “Why?”
“Why what?” Maul furrows his brows as he looks down at the two. He moves his hood and reveals his face, sparking some sort of recognition in the child. Another Zabrak!
“Why help us? You don't know us.” The child moves in front of her, a big toothy grin on their face as they look up at Maul.
Maul glances down at the child. “Go home and stop getting into trouble.” Having gently probed the child's mind, he found they were living together with their parents on the edge of the village, outcasts even among outcasts, but safe nonetheless with their little family together.
With a quick hug for the woman who had protected them, the child runs off home.
“Kid and you seemed as though you could use some help and I had some time to kill.“ Nodding at the retreating child, Maul smirks.
Dusting herself off, she looks at him. “And your name, great savior?”
Taken aback by her brazen attitude, Maul takes a second to gather himself before he grins. “Maul.”And yours fiery one?”
For a moment she seems to think before answering him. “Don`t have a name anymore, lost it somewhere along the line. People just call me by whatever name they seem to think fits me at the time.” She shrugs.
Maul regards the woman standing in front of him. For the small amount of time he has seen her, she has stood up for a child not of her species, taken a rock thrown at her back and not cried or complained, stood up against a small mob of people and now regards him without hesitation or showing any fear for his presence. Either she was a fool, had a death wish or she was as brave as she made herself seem to be. “Well then, I`ll just call you Tracyn.”
Stunned at the simple way he just gives her a name, she opens and closes her mouth. “Tracyn? What kind of name is that?”
“It means fire, you seem to carry it inside of you. The way you protected that child…” He trails off, not really understanding himself why he even bothered to name her, why he was even still standing there, talking to her while he could also be either meditating on board his ship or drinking at the bar. With a huff he turns around, ready to walk away while he still has some sanity left.
“Tracyn…. Tracyn….”She says the name out loud, tasting it in her mouth, letting the letters roll around and taking in the sound of it. “I like it, what language is it?” Quickly moving to walk beside him she looks sideways at him with a soft smile.
For a while he just ignores her as she falls in step with him. But, as she seems adamant to at the very least get an answer, he glances sideways before he answers. “Mando`a.”
She grins at the answer, still walking beside him she grabs hold of his arm and stops him from moving forward. “At Least allow me to thank you for your help. I have some food and drink to share, it truly is the least I can do for a kind stranger.”
Raising an eyebrow at the last part of her statement, Maul nods in agreement. Food and drink are always welcome to any traveler, he is no different in that.
Leading him to a small home, she waves at the table close to the sink where he can sit down. “It's not much, but I am certain it will do.” It is not long before Maul is eating a decent meal and has something to drink while even having a normal conversation with his host.
Tracyn, like so many others in the galaxy, had been displaced by the war that raged on for years. Once the war was over and the emperor had taken his place upon the throne, she still was displaced. With no credits to her name and the only possessions the ones she wore and carried with her, she traveled to this place and settled in an abandoned, small home near the edge of the village. At times she would try and take on odd jobs to make ends meet. No matter how much Maul fought it, the moment they met was the moment he already seemed to have gotten attached to her. The moment he gave her her name, that attachment had grown to a point where he slowly began to realize he now had a traveling companion.
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He never told her the full extent of his past nor of his past deeds, she never asked him to tell her either. Neither did he ask her to tell him all about herself, he figured she would come with what little or as much as she wished to share with him when she was ready. He could sense some of what had happened to her in the past through the force, especially as she slept and dreamed. Over time, the bond between them grew into something more than just companionship, more than just the trust between friends. Whatever it was that was growing between them even transcended the more common relationships that blossomed between two people in the universe.
Maul taught her to fight with a vibro blade and once the opportunity arose, he bought her a small blade that could easily be hidden among her robes. At other times he would instruct her on some basic self defense, the places they would go to would not always be safe for her, not even with her intimidating companion beside her. She enjoyed the lessons, though the ones where she would end up with several bruises from practice were not among her favorite times. Maul, still dark and intimidating, seemed to be able to relax when around her and only when in private. For all of the violence and all the bloodshed that was part of his past, Maul had found a small pocket of peace when he stepped foot on that planet some time ago.
Day by day they gathered more information on the person that Maul was in search of. He had told Tracyn that there was a man from his past he needed to find, needed to confront to finally be able to let go of a big part of his past. Though she knew there was far more to the story than he let on, she did not ask further. To Tracyn, the man that once just snuck into her life and rescued her had become a friend, a companion and slowly, over time he became so much more. She knew that sometimes he would use the force to sneak into her mind. Not to find out whatever it was that she would be hiding from him, they both kept parts of their past secret still, but to comfort her, to know that she was alright. And she was fine with that.
On Nar Shaddaa the first big change came as a surprise to Maul.
Chasing yet another lead, they had landed on the outskirts of Hutta Town moving to one of the many seedy bars present. Every type of criminal and outlaw would be somewhere on the planet and Hutta Town was where most would gather. It was the best place to begin. Unfortunately, Maul left the town with a less than stellar reputation the last time he had visited. Several thugs, under the influence of a mixture of spice and alcohol had decided, perhaps now that the man once renowned for being a big shot in the empire and after with Crimson Dawn, though none knew exactly what his role was among the crime syndicate, was no longer a person with great influence they could impart some of their own justice and revenge for past deeds against them and their families.
The bar became the decor of a rather one sided fight, ending with several bodies sprawled across the floor, flung over the bar and somehow, one sprawled over a massive beam which held up the roof. Unfortunately for one man, Tracyn had been on the receiving end of a fist. Chasing the man out of the bar, Maul made quick work of him, returned to ensure the safety of Tracyn and led her away from any other possible pursuers towards an abandoned building. Before moving back towards their ship, they would lay low for a while, making sure there was no one else following them and checking on any possible injuries. That is where Maul noticed the swelling of Tracyns jaw.
She shrugs as she explains how she had her jaw partially dislocated before and knows how to pop it back in. Placing her hand on the side of her face she suddenly yawns wide and moves her jaw from left to right. When she flinches, he knows that the jaw has popped back into it`s socket. The furrow of her brow also tells him it still hurts more than she wants to show.
Bunching up her coat to use as a pillow, she lowers herself to the ground and curls up. Hand still somewhat resting on the side of her face where she feels the pain the most, she closes her eyes.
As she drifts off into a restless sleep, Maul watches her from his place on the floor. He can sense the restlessness in the force surrounding her and sees her shiver from the cold. With a sigh he stands up and moves to sit beside her. Lowering himself he snakes an arm around her and careful as not to wake her, lifts her into his lap. He knows his lower half is cold to the touch because of the durasteel and materials that give no bodily warmth, so he places her coat on his lap before he fully lowers her onto it. Her head is tucked against his shoulder and without realizing it, she nuzzles against his neck. One of her arms snakes around his back and the other leans against his chest, her hand holding onto his shirt and crumpling it as she sighs. Using his cloak as a blanket he tucks her in and places a hand gently on the side of her head that hurts.
For the first time in what seems like ages he seems to notice a different kind of feeling in the force. He carefully reaches out into it and uses it to comfort her, to take away as much of her pain as he can without waking her and without her noticing. This feeling is new and different. Instead of the eternal dark feeling of the force, it feels light. For the first time he feels light.
Slowly his eyes begin to close and he drifts off into a dreamless sleep. The next moment when he wakes he is dazed and somewhat confused until he feels the weight of her. During the night they had fallen asleep in eachothers arms. He lays on his back with her leg sprawled over him, her arm draped over him and her head on his chest, still deep asleep. It is warm and comfortable and he refuses to move so as to not wake her from her much needed sleep. Looking at her, he vows to never let her lose this peace, ever again.
The night that Maul had woken in a frenzy after a nightmare was the day they first kissed.
They had taken refuge in a small establishment on Seylott where yet another lead to the one Maul was searching for had sent them. After a long day of chasing rumors and stories they had decided to call it a night. Sharing the same room did not mean they shared the bed. Usually Maul would insist she take the bed as he sat in meditation, this time however Tracyn insisted on taking the small couch in the room and Maul to finally get a good night's rest.
The nightmare began as it always had, Maul running into the woods as a young child, running away from a dark shape that would take him away from his family and friends. Hiding underneath a bush he closed his eyes, calmed his breathing and began to pray for someone to save him. The next moment he is in a room with a droid trying to kill him while his brother watches. Each time the droid catches Maul, another droid harms his brother. The nightmare reaches a climax as Maul begins to notice bodies stacking up in a corner of the room, his brother the last body added with eyes wide open. That is when a voice calls out to him and he feels hands shaking him. When he wakes, a blurry vision has him grab the wrists of the person shaking and calling out to him. A soft cry of pain wakes him further and his eyes focus, seeing Tracyn wincing in his grasp.He quickly lets go of her wrists, panting and searching for the right words to apologize. Tracyn only nods and softly brushes her fingers over his cheek as she softly hums. “A bad one?”
He nods and softly reaches for her wrist, rubbing a thumb over the already forming bruise. “I`m….. I`m sorry for….”
Tracyn shushes him and gives him a quick peck on the lips to calm him. Eyes wide in surprise over that action, they both stare at each other for a moment before they simultaneously reach for each other and crash their lips together in a deep kiss. In a warm embrace the kiss lasts for moments when they part again. Knowing he will try and say something, Tracyn just puts a finger on his lips and smiles. “Just…. Go to sleep Maul.”
As he lays down on his side, still somewhat dazed by what happened but delighted all the same he closes his eyes and feels the mattress move as Tracyn lies down behind him and nuzzles against his back.
Yet again, his life has taken a new turn and it confounds him, but Maul feels another flow in the force, one that is not as dark and heavy as the one he usually felt surrounding him.
Time has an odd way of getting away from you when life seems different, lighter even better.
Weeks have passed since they kissed and without actually speaking about it, they have fallen into a routine of working together, training and traveling together and when time allows, they spend time working on whatever it is that is growing deeper and more intimate between them. More accustomed to the workings of the force and how Maul uses it, Tracyn is also used to feeling his ever present mind, gently touching hers. When they are in an intimate embrace and Maul softly kisses her, she can feel him carefully touching the edges of her mind. He senses her consent and slowly moves deeper into her mind, familiarizing himself with her feelings as they embrace, how the sensation changes as he kisses her, when she kisses him. Before he even realizes it the thin line that separates his feelings and hers, that separates their emotions and sensations as they undergo them is blurred. Neither knows where the feelings and sensations of one begins and the other ends. They truly are one in the force in all but the physical body.
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Before either of them truly realized it, they had begun to prioritize each other more and more while on their way to the next lead and both had undergone changes in their personality. Where Tracyn had always been the calm and passive person, the one to only defend when someone she cared for or who she deemed innocent, like children, were in danger, she now was someone who would actively step into the fray. With all the training she had received from Maul and all she had learned on their journey, she became more secure in what she could truly do. Maul, always the more aggressive one and the one to fall into a rage he unleashed whenever violence was in order, now showed more restraint as he also took into consideration Tracyn who was always by his side.
Without even realizing it right away, Maul slowly allowed thoughts to creep into his consciousness about settling somewhere. He would consider finding a place where they could find a home, a base of operations from where they could chase leads and return to rest and recover if needed. He even allowed himself a day dream of Tracyn finally being able to have a small garden where she could grow some crops. Maul had begun to become the dreamer he thought long lost in the past.
Unfortunately the galaxy was an imperfect place. Though currently filled with some warmth and peace he had longed for for so long, it seemed determined not to allow Maul to ever forget the mission he embarked on in the first place. It would not allow Maul to forget that he had been forged in the darkest depths of the Force, filled with pain, suffering and bloodshed, and Maul learned that in the harshest way.
Without ever really speaking about it, Maul and Tracyn had come to decide together that they would try and settle somewhere away from the empire, or at least from prying eyes. When yet another piece of information led them to the planet Shimia, they found it a place just right for them. A terrestrial planet with area`s sparsely populated, it was the right time and place to go and find a home. Before settling into a place they would first visit a more populated area on the planet to gather the information they could get for Mauls personal quest and move on from there. It really was the beginning of the end for Maul.
The city was not as large as some they had known or visited before, but big enough for them not to stand out, even in a crowd. Knowing that beside the information that Maul was looking for they also needed supplies it was decided that they would split up. Maul would go to the bars and other more questionable places, while Tracyn would visit the stores where she could get the food and drink supplies as well as some other items more related to actually setting up a small home and base of operations.
When Maul stepped out of the fifth place he was surprised by the sudden feeling of anxiety that came from the only person in the galaxy he had been attuned to this much. Tracyn was in trouble! Running toward where he could feel the Force pull him, he quickly met up with a pale looking and very concerned Tracyn.
“What happened? Are you injured?” Maul looks her over as he gently turns her around.
“We have to move!” Grabbing his hand and pulling him along with her, Tracyn mutters the words while her eyes dart across the place they are currently standing.
Moving along with her, Maul looks back to see if anyone is following them. When he notices no others near them and does not sense anyone around with ill intent he stops in his tracks and tugs her hand. “What is happening? Why are you so…. Worried?”
Tracyn glances around and notices an abandoned alleyway. Dragging Maul into the dark of the alley she suddenly stops and takes a deep breath.
“You never told me who exactly you are looking for and why, but I know you Maul. I am not a fool and I have been around in this galaxy for a while now with my own bit of baggage.” She smiles as she gently caresses his cheek.
“Just after I bought this last bunch of supplies, I stepped out of the store and noticed some people around the bar on the other side of the street. Maul….. Those are pirates of the worse kind! They capture people and sell them as slaves for the highest price, they gather information about everything and everyone and will sell it to the highest bidder. They know that you are wanted by the Empire. The moment they see you…..” She trails off, not wanting to even mention the possibilities of what could happen next.
With a wide grin, Maul looks at her. “Tracyn, my light…. You know I can handle some low life pirates. They are no match for me. If they even look at you wrong or even think about ratting my position out to anyone, I will dispose of them.”
Though he can feel her easing up a little, he also knows she is still far too worried. “Is there more to your worries than just my position in this galaxy?”
“Before we met, before I even settled on that planet….. I ran from one of those men. They had raided a transport I was on and took many of us prisoner with the intent to sell us to the highest bidder. One of them offered me my freedom if I married him. I accepted, but asked for it to be done officially by a holy man or woman. He agreed and once we landed on a planet and entered the shrine… I ran with the help of some locals, I never looked back.”
Maul takes a second to let the story sink in. So, this is why she was so anxious! “Let's go.”
They take off towards an abandoned building, far enough from the city for her to hide while he ensures their safety. Settling her in one of the rooms he has her sit down while he kneels in front of her. “I will keep my cloak on and my face hidden, my light, so do not worry, but I will have to go into town one more time. We will need some food and drinks and I will make sure we are not followed. I will be back soon.”
He kisses her one more time before he stands up and makes his way back into town.
What neither knew at that moment, was that rumor had spread about the Zabrak asking questions. About the woman that seemed to travel around with him and the fact that there was a security holo of the actual man in a bar conversing with the bartender. The pirates knew all too well who this Zabrak was and when they also realized who the woman he was traveling with was, they made sure to find out exactly where they were heading.
They say fortune favors the bold. In this case it did and did not. As he made his way back into town, the pirates made their way out of it. Their paths did not cross at that point, but would not long after. Maul would rage and none of the pirates would live much longer.
It was the end of the new Maul and the restart of the old Maul, with only one difference, there was a far deeper and darker rage boiling within him and he needed an outlet for it. Maul resumed his quest alone and had time to venture deeper into the galaxy and further his plans for exacting revenge in the harshest way he could think of.
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As time passed and Maul had turned even more to the dark side of both the Force and life itself, he found himself on Malachor, where destiny, or the Force would have him meet with the boy that would help him finish his quest in the end.
Finally, after so many years of searching and hating, Maul had found the location he had been looking for. He had found the location of the one person in the galaxy that had dared to be the beginning of his end as a master in the galaxy. As he made his way through the deserts of Tatooine, using the boy he once deemed worthy to become his apprentice, he sensed it, he felt it, and he saw him!
Readying himself for this final confrontation that would decide his own fate in the galaxy, he could only yell out with all of his hate, frustration and even his deepest sadness.
“KENOBI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
His mind goes blank for a moment only to then return to her one last time. That one last regret.
He had returned to her after he had gathered some more food and drinks for them to share before they would leave in search of a more permanent place to stay at. She was supposed to mend her ripped cloak and rest at the abandoned building where he left her but what he saw when he entered threw him into a fit of pure rage. There she was, leaning against a wall with her hand covering her forehead while several men were crowding her. One raising his hand in order to strike her, one holding an arm and squeezing it while the rest seemed to check their belongings and look at their comrades handling the woman they held. They had dared to enter the building Maul and her had been taking refuge in and they had dared to lay a hand on her!
Pure rage had taken over as he fought through the group that had dared to challenge him. They had dared to touch his woman, his light and now would pay the price for such insolence. Reaching deep within the Force, summoning it`s power, he jumped, dodged, deflected and slashed through them with the greatest ease. A glimpse of the cut on her forehead had caused him to be blind to everything else around him.
Raising his hands, he gathered the debris of crumbled walls and left behind waste and flung it at his enemies. His exploding rage causes walls to crumble down further and other materials inside the building to fly up and fall to the floor. With all enemies dead, he finally began to calm down and turn around to take care of her.
“No.”
One word that contained so much emotion, so much of himself and all his hidden desires. One word, uttered with so much despair it resonated throughout the Force.
In the blink of an eye he was at her side, carefully lifting her limp body to his chest. “Nonononono!”
Even before he noticed the stab wound at her side, the Force had already alerted him to her fading presence as he calmed down from his initial rage. Now, he stared at the blood dripping to the ground and the smear on his hand before he looked back at her beautiful face.
A watery smile formed at her lips as he kissed her. “Don`t leave me.” He buried his face in the crook of her neck and for the first time in what felt like forever, tears fell down his cheeks.
“Love you — Not your fault—.” Her broken whispers of reassuring love in his ear were the last words he heard before she passed on.
Back in the present it is his limp body that is resting in the arms of his arch nemesis. The duel was quickly decided and Kenobi had struck as he had struck Kenobi's master once. A few words are spoken as he is ready to pass beyond this life.
Ben Kenobi notices the difference in Maul. A feeling of peace takes over from the chaos, the rage and the deep grief he felt just before this moment. Suddenly, a strange feeling of warmth changes the flow of the Force once more.
Maul's dying eyes are suddenly blinded when he hears his name uttered gently in a familiar voice. A hand reaches out to caress his cheek when her face appears in front of him. A force ghost? But, she was no Jedi, nor Sith.
“Love transcends all Maul. It's time. We can be together again, my love.”
Maul smiles and closes his eyes one last time. “Yes, my light.”
Ben Kenobi chuckles as he says his final farewell to an old foe and leaves the burial sight behind him. “I suppose love can conquer even beyond death.”
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Korrin’s Journal; Entry Eighteen
“Dune has grown quite large. Large enough to become quite the threat, I think. Some seem intimidated by him, but that’s simply because they do not know him as I do. Dune would not maul our friends, of this I am quite certain. He prefers to maul his food. I have been honing his instincts, and his hunting ability, and thanks to the power of the holo-net, I have discovered a great many ways to go about such things. For example, Dune has a remarkable fascination for laser pointers. He’s still just a cub, but in a few months time, Dune will be a fully fledged, adult nexu. I wonder how I’ll get him back to Voss, and… I wonder how much I’ll miss him.” Briefly, a frown flits across the Nautolan’s maw. As a result, the subject is promptly changed.
“I met a new friend! Ta-er’al. I think she’s supposed to be an ex-assassin, or something. She certainly seems to like her knife jokes. But I know a friendly face when I see one, and Ta-er’al most certainly did not try to stab me when I defeated her in a spar. I hope she doesn��t hold it against me, or herself, for that matter. I’m not much of a duelist, but that’s not to say that I am completely untrained. I will not lie, though, I think I surprised myself. I’m doing a lot better than I used to, but I suppose that’s the point of learning, isn’t it? To grow. Naturally, Master Falls was quick to send me to the ground, a rather humbling reminder of my novice abilities. I’ve never found much enjoyment in sparring, but I do enjoy getting to know my fellow Jedi a bit better.”
“Not so long after that, I found myself in the med-bay, with a fellow young Jedi called Lev. Like me, he is receiving training as a Healer, and I offered him a bit of help with his patient, Urifida. She was suffering from broken ribs, and from what I’ve seen, she practically has a bed with her name on it. Perhaps right next to Lyceus. Master Tam’a’ryth took the opportunity to teach us a few things about broken ribs, and I took the opportunity to teach everyone else about the horrifying Summa-verminoth.” The Nautolan grins, large eyes sparkling as he peers through the recording.
“You are probably wondering what a Summa-verminoth is. Fear not, my friends! I am here to teach you! They are monstrously large, with countless eyes and reaching tentacles that crackle with electricity. These creatures are those of legends, large enough to destroy entire fleets. Unfortunately for anyone caught in its gaze, these beasts have a rather voracious appetite. Still, I think I’d prefer to be devoured by a Summa-verminoth than by a sarlacc.” He shudders at the thought. “Sarlacc still terrify me, and I used to live on Tatooine! How dreadful it must be to live near one… oh, but they are just animals, aren’t they? Doing what they exist to do, as predators. That’s not to say that I would allow one to swallow me. Certainly not.” He shakes his head, blinks his owlish eyes with certainty.
“Well… anyways, Ta-er’al brought up the idea that Nautolans and Summa-verminoth might be somehow related. Or… something like that. You see, I was explaining Nautolan mating habits with her outside the med-bay, with a few others. I’m not so sure why she was interested in knowing such things, but I told her all about the Nautolan life cycle, and how we find mates. Regardless, she asked if the Summa-verminoth could sense the pheromones of others like Nautolans do. I, of course, had to research this for myself!” The Adept grins, delighted, “I found no such statements indicating that Summa-verminoth could do such a thing, but I did discover a few sub-species of the beast. One of which survives by hunting its own kind. Fascinating, isn’t it?” Korrin smiles.
“Anyways, other than that, I’ve had a few research and lorekeeping classes, along with one of archaeology. Quite interesting! I look forward to growing more as a person, and as a Jedi. Perhaps one day soon, I’ll even be able to make my own lightsaber.” He hums, contemplative. That was still a long ways off, but nonetheless, the idea is an exciting one. What sort of crystal would choose him? In time, he would surely know.
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"[The Abyssin] pivoted on one foot and kicked out with the other, catching Maul in the stomach. The sound of the impact made a few cadets wince. Maul was again lifted off of his feet. Hitting the ground, his body rolled like a broken doll past several cadets until he came to a stop near the feet of the female Nautolan. The Nautolan looked down at Maul's small, tattooed back, then turned to face Trezza and said, "With all due respect, Master Trezza, this is not a fair fight."" (Windham, 81).
Maul gets the snot beaten out of him by this kid. I believe this is a performance, as Maul has already demonstrated that he is a skilled combatant.
This sets a precedence however for Maul's fighting style. He lets people get hits in, in this novel and in Maul: Lockdown. It seems to be a part of Sidious' order to conceal his force sensitivity.
I am worried that it becomes a nasty form of self-harm and weakness in his fighting form, however. Does he believe that opponents must be allowed to hit him as some sort of "tax"? How often does he purposefully let down his guard just so that he can be brutalised as per his master's wish? If he returns unbeaten, no matter his level of skill, is Sidious displeased? Did this pattern have a role in his loss on Naboo?
Also, Kilindi's first line is here. She seems to have a strong passion for fairness, which I am pleased with. I think her sense of justice rubs off on him. He cannot stand an 'unfair' fight in his favour, and maybe this internal drive is her doing.
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How jedi padawan Maul Opress got his ear piercing
“It looks like a blaster.”
Maul snorted.
“It is not a blaster.”
“I know, but it looks like one” Obi-wan stopped looking at the artifact to look at Maul “Remind me, where did you get this?”
“A guy on the lower levels owns me a favor” he said nonchalantly, one shoulder going up.
“What?”
“Oh, don’t chastise me, Kenobi, I rejected credits for this.”
“Is it... safe?”
“Supposedly”
“Hhmm”
They continued looking down at the bed where the shiny ear-piercing machine was startling against the black of Maul’s robes where he had hidden it and smuggled it into the Jedi Temple.
“Too bad we don’t have-” without a word, Maul threw the package of a needle and a kriffing earring into the bed next to the piercing machine “-a needle and an earring” Obi-wan ended pointlessly with a sight “what else are you hiding in there?” he said pointing at Maul’s robes.
“You really want to know?” he said provocatively with a smirk.
Obi-Wan felt his face go warm.
“I dare you” he snapped.
“What?!” Maul's whole demeanor changed.
“I dare you to pierce your ear,” Obi-wan said with a grin.
“Tha- That's not fair! I dare you!”
“You know the rules, I said it first, you can dare me back until you complete the challenge.”
Maul opened his mouth and closed it again.
He knew the rules well, they made them up years ago as younglings when they started daring each other into doing ridiculous things: eat a spoon of salt, learn teräs käsi, speak like master Yoda for a week, talk to the pretty nautolan girl that used to work at the hangar, do a thousand pushups, train with two lightsabers...
“Damn you, Ke-”
Before he could finish, Obi-Wan kicked him behind the knees making him lose his equilibrium falling straight into the bed with a small groan. Maul tried to turn slightly to push himself up or kick Obi-Wan away, but he was quicker, and force push the zabrak against the pillows, flat on his back. He nearly jumped over Maul, straddling him, and taking his wrists, lifting his arms above his head, immobilizing the zabrak so he couldn’t force push him back.
Maul’s hearts jolted when he saw Obi-wan smiling down at him breathing heavily, cheeks flushed. He probably looked the same, the blush was less obvious, but he could feel his face warm. In fact, all his body felt pleasantly warm under Obi-Wan's. He wanted to groan again but decided to shut up, afraid, that instead, he would moan.
“So” Obi-Wan asked breathlessly with a lopsided grin “left ear or right ear?”
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“Kriff!”
“Damn you Kenobi, if you just happened to blow my ear off...”
“Don't be ridiculous, your ear is still there, it's just... I didn't imagine there would be so much blood.”
“You did something wrong!”
“No! The earring is there already!”
“Master Krell is going to kill me.”
“Don´t be over dramatic, Maul!” Obi-Wan kept stuffing tissues under the zabrak’s ear. “There,” he said, relieved in his voice and smiling, “no more blood! We did it!”
The zabrak rolled his eyes at him.
“I want to see how you butchered my ear,” he said pushing Obi-Wan softly away so he could stand up and walk to the fresher. Obi-Wan put a hand to his own chest and raised his eyebrows in mock-incredulity.
“You are fine, I'm great at this.”
“Yeah, you should start piercing everybody’s ears, I bet Master Qui-Gon would love it”
Maul listened to Obi-Wan's giggle as he watched himself in the mirror. His ear, of course, was still there. There was a little bit of blood and it kinda swollen but the silver earring on the upper cartilage of his left ear definitely stood out against his black skin.
He liked it.
“Were you nervous?” Obi-wan asked softly behind Maul, looking at him through the mirror.
“What?”
“While I was doing it, you were stiff,” he explained.
“Sort of” the zabrak lied and watched as Obi-Wan reached out and wiped delicately the remaining blood from his ear. Maul tried not to lean over the touch.
“Well,” he said smiling at him, voice low, expression and tone sincere “it was worth it, it really suits you”. Through the mirror, Maul watched how Obi-Wan traced a finger over the black lines marking Maul’s neck. “You look handsome,” he said before smiling again and turning, leaving Maul almost gasping for air.
#guys this is the first time in my life i post some fanfic lmao#it has been fun!!!#i shared some headcanons before so i thought what the hell#this is a series of oneshots that ive been writing for my gf#i mean they are padawans at this point#it isnt really shippy SHIPPY#but i love them okay#leave me alone#also guys im sorry if theres any mistake#english is not my first language#maul#obi wan kenobi#lightside au#jedi maul#jedi maul au#my writing#cosmonauts
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made a female Nautolan Jedi Master name Kilindi Matako for Lightside Maul AU. This Nautolan is loosely based on the character of the same name from the book Wrath of Darth Maul. I figure Maul would have a close friend/ colleague whom he likes to work with, and they’re both beautiful creature with bold patterned appearance.
+++ update on November 24 with a new design and addition flair
#nautolan#lightside maul au#jedi maul au#Kilindi Matako#who would have thought nautolan are so fun to draw#maybe Maul master was Pong Krell#fish girlfriend#darth maul
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Top 5 Favorite alien species in Star Wars
Ahhh Steph, I am a certified alien fucker so expect this list to have sexy beings😂 thank you for the ask!! <3💜
Twi’leks. They are the hottest to me. There’s just something about them that in like YES
Togrutas. They’re similar to twi’leks, and so they’re also insanely attractive for who knows what reason in my mind
Dathomirians/Zabraks. Less on the attractive side and more on the, these people look so badass. I’m a maul fucker
Weequay. I don’t know if it’s because of Hondo’s strange charm, but I love these people. I’d marry one in a heart beat. Bonus if it’s Hondo himself
Nautolans. Kit Fisto. Need I say more?
Ask me my “Top 5…”
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Ok ok ok I want to hear about Jackal. I love them so much. How was their childhood? The way they got to the Jedi and everything before that, how does that pan out? What about their Master? What were they like? Do they have any friendships with Canon Jedi? And your sort-of AU Jedi Maul, how does he fit in? What is the Clone Wars like for them, how is their relationships with the troopers? Do they have any Padawans? How does Order 66 go for them, how is their life after the war if they survive? I'd love to hear your thoughts on the intersection of Nautolan and Zabrak biology, and how Jackal feels about culture?
oooookay, lets do this. i think i'm making this into several parts because hooooooo boy, do i have thoughts on Jackal. So here's mostly childhood stuff and what formed a lot of them in the future.
Jackal was a summer romance child that neither mum or dad thought could happen because of imagined biological incompabilities. Their father (zabrak) left his clan to do the space faring travel of independence and is all in all a very kind jock dude that met their mum (nautolan) on what accounts to him basically falling into her arms because he tripped. Mum is 2,80 m, can bench press him and thinks he's soooooo funny. Both decide that no, her being pregnant does not mean they're a pair but they will do this together. At first, they plan to have their kid with the mum, seeing as she has a stable home and life. Thing is, the birth happened in shallow water near the surface were it became clear that no, Jackal can't breath under water. Nor do they have tendrils which are an integral part of nautolan communication and culture. So, Jackal almost bit it the moment they were born but everything turns out kinda fine. As it becomes very clear that Jackal cannot stay with the mum, the dad takes them to join his space travels.
So, their parents are very much idiots that were horny and now have to deal with consequenses.
Though they do make it work. They visit mum on when the occasion arises, dad has a few near death experiences but he loves Jackal a lot and teaches them everything he knows and learns. Even when they start to float things, he's sitting there, kinda just shrugging, because hey, they've been through so much, what's a bit of space wizardry.
And then he crashes in the outer rim with a five year old Jackal and gets injured badly enough that he dies in the matter of two days. Jackal, at this point, follows the last few words their dad gave them which is basically some directions on what to eat and survive. He managed to direct them to shoot out some emergency messages and signals, but that is pretty much it. Cue to a kid eating rations and lizards (the carnivorous hunter part is very strong in them) for about a week till a ship lands near. Jackals first modi operandi is to jump and bite, but their force signature is there and yes, insane luck is their companion their whole life, because this is in fact a jedi that picked up on the signals. Now, the start of temple life was not fun.
Their hearing is impaired because of the nautolan-zabrak mix so they unconsously started using the force to pick up on the meaning of peoples words. This is fine when you travel with one singular person for 95 percent of your time. Not so much when you go to the most populated planet in the galaxy. The moment they came near coruscant, they pretty much blacked out and had to be kept seperate till someone manages to teach them a bit of control. It's all very uncomfortable but I wanna say, their teacher is their saviour here (i have Yaddle in mind. Mostly because Yaddle is awesome and i think of her everytime something involves the creche) but it also means that they get very, very good at shielding. Which has them pull back a lot of stuff into themselves while others don't realize it.
So they do calm down a bit (still active with the let's go hunt lizards part) and when they actually start to be able to meet kids, Jackal is very awkward because they remember that they hurt the others, which is a thought that stays with Jackal for a long ass time. Doesn't help that there's an immense disconnect to either of their species because Jackal is almost a blank slate. They are young, traumatized and lost most of their memories from before, except the knowledge that they love their dad. Also the weird mix with having neither horns nor tendrils is painful because they stand there feeling. Lacking I think. Don't mind that they've got both the positive parts of eyesight and stand a good 2,70 m when they're grown, they sometimes just see other Nautolans swim and breathe and communicate and it hurts. Anyway.
Jackal keeps on hurting quietly a lot, but they do find friends to feel warm with. It helps that the hunting blood is very strong and sorry, but jumping with force powered limbs is Fun. They also really like seeing others happy and make it a lot of their self worth, which baaaaad.
Anyway, it all goes into chaos when they become a Padawan and travel with their master into the outer rim. They break down, actually tell the thoughts that haunt their mind and are promptly taken back to the temple for help. They really sit down and realize that they don't know who they are, what they're doing and that they think that their existence feels like an inconvinience at best and a threat at worst.
They slowly learn that they want to be the best person they can be for others and themselves, a credo they very much live by. Their master (still a vibe, nothing more) helps them a lot, mostly because they make Jackal actively say their opinions out loud and has them argue with them. Example, Jackal doesn't really believe in the will of the force and that you'll just move with it. It's a very tangable thing to them that they use. Their master then has them argure their positions, by saying it was the force that let the jedi to Jackal. Jackal answers that they still remember pressing the buttons as a child while their dad smiled at them, bleeding to death. A lot of it is just communication with a person that sees you as an equal. If you can stand by your position and argure with the master, they'll listen. It's not always soft and sunflowery but Jackal respects the heck outta them and does come to love them.
So this was mostly just childhood with master spinkled in and how they acted for a long time. It was rough, but Jackal lives and does become a very happy and annoying biter over time, with a lot more going on in that brain than you'd think at first. Also,as much as they enjoy making others happy, they also know how much fun it can be to be very annoying. And boundaries. Those become very, very important to them.
#jackal#jedi oc#ajekyllsramble#i hope this answers a few things but yeah#jackal backgound#Ayayayayayayay#zabrak#nautolan
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The Sister Wolf: Growing Up
“So, whats it like growing up with this heathen?”
Rafe looked at Boost and snickered, while Whina looked at the clone with a scandalous look.
The wolf pack laughed and some even snorted. The pack were with the Fen siblings and just relaxing after fixing up some cruisers. Boost was curious just how different the siblings were.
“Whatever do you mean? I am a joy to be with.” she said with a laugh, her BD droid trilling in agreement.
“Its not so different from now.” Rafe said, the nautolan twirling one of his tendril. “But I was way more shy when I was younger. Like, I didn't talk a lot. Whina did most of the talking.”
“Did she get you guys in trouble?” Boost asked with a laugh.
“Well, yeah. But our brothers also did a lot of the talking, so we got away with some stuff.”
The Pack suddenly went quiet at that. They had other brothers?
“You guys have brothers?” Sinker asked.
“Well, they are technically my half-brothers.” Whina said “Same dad, different mom. The oldest is Micheal and the second oldest is Ian.”
“What do they do?”
“Micheal is a bounty hunter.” she said, stretching her legs out, “ We didn't have a lot of credits growing up, especially after mom died and that was the quickest way to earn. He did that a lot until my grandparents took us in.”
“That must have been a lot for your mom, having you, two step kids and then taking in Rafe in.” Wolffe said, cleaning his helmet.
“Oh she was awesome woman. She saw me, some poor urchin in the street, swung me on her shoulder and took me home” Rafe said dramatically.
The siblings laughed at that, but then went sombre.
“Our dad wasn't all there. “ she said, waving her hand across her face, “I think he only married my mom to watch his sons. So when she died, he completely checked out. Just drank and gambled. So Michael had to watch us. After 2 years of that, our grandparents found out, argued with dad and took us away.”
Whina shifted in her seat, pulling up her hair in a bun.
“ But Michael actually really liked bounty hunting, he was good at it. Hes kinda semi-retired now. He doesn't take a lot of jobs, mostly kicking back his feet and relaxing.”
“What about your brother, Ian? What he do?” Comet asked
The Fens went quiet and Comet felt like he stepped on a landmine.
“Ian is a lawyer now.” Rafe said, tugging on one of his tendrils, a nervous tic that clone noticed.
“Ian...never got comfortable around us. He had a hard time with new people in his life. He didn't like sharing his space with us and I guess he still feels like that.”
“Oh that's a load of BS, Rafe and you know it!”
The pack looked at Whina, who looked enraged.
“Sure he must have felt liek that when were kids, but we are karking adults. We shouldn't karking cater to him cause he still feels butt hurt that we entered his life and that Michael had to take care of all of us" she growled out, "Hes always lashing out on us and sneering at us, treating us like dirt because you are adopted and I'm his half sister. He always tries to prove to everyone how hes the real brother. He's a dick!”
The siblings went quiet; Whina fuming with her arms crossed and Rafe tugging on his tendrils nervously. The pack stared at them, a little put off seeing the normally confident Fen's so upset. The tension was broken when Whina snickered.
“Wanna know whats the worst thing about living with this guy?” she said, pointing to Rafe. Whina walked to the blinds and closed then, then turning off the light. The pack looked at Rafe in surprised amusement,
The nautolan was glowing in patterns, looking very annoyed.
“We had to share a room when we were little and it was the worst. It was like sleeping during a rave.”
The group started laughing while Rafe shoved his sister playfully; the earlier words forgotten for now.
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