NC-17 for content and thematic elements.
Warning: This is not a serious story, this is a blatant Mary-Sue story, containing non-consensual sexual encounters, sexual perversion and rape as well as glorification of violence.
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Summary: Since TPM failed to provide us with sufficiently Darth Maul as well as with serious stuff – i.e. sexual encounters or ambivalent characters – a strange female traveller takes the fate of a whole galaxy into her hands.
Acknowledgement: I am much obliged to Hannah Ma and Redone for their helpful advice and extensive beta-reading. Also my thank goes to all the other people – especially from the SPEB fic group - who kept with their encouraging interest this project of mine alive.
The fighting scenes - especially the firework at the end - I dedicate to B. A. Wrigley, an more then just talented author. He dedicated to me his ”Stalingrad” story. All scenes dealing with sex, I dedicate to Dr. Bogomir Tep. I owe him a lot for once helping with my lost lover. UchawiLeo shall take what ever she want. I promise I’ll dedicate it to her, for her habit of delivering me at home if I’m tanked.
:an interlude between ep.1 and ep.2 in a slightly alternate universe (filthy Manga-cut)
feelings of omnipotence
who wouldn't like to indulge,
took up the Beretta properly to his head
(Words by B.A.W.)
the petrol-blue Nubian dawn on a softly sloped river-bank a barefooted woman
stood up, next to her a miniature crater covered with a thin layer of molten
silicate. She stretched her body, then went out of the sticky shadow the jungle
cast over the sand and hunkered down at the water line of the muddy stream.
Purring with satisfaction, she wet her face. Still squatting, she watched the
scenery around her vigilantly for several moments. Her gaze lingered on a flock
of little feathered lifeforms that were
preening after a bath. She crawled over and grabbed one of the creatures. The
others didn't show any sign of disturbance while she turned her bounty in
curiosity. Eventually, as the lifeform realised the abnormality of the situation
and became uneasy, she put it back.
woman rose and smoothed down the loose, buttoned shirt she wore together with
shorts. Smaller than average, her body resembled a metal statue, well rounded
rather than muscular, and not exactly supple. This might have been because the
thick, firm skin, which was apparently completely hairless, bore neither brow
nor eyelash. The dirty brass colour of this skin contrasted with the bright
white of the clothes. However, this mismatch faded almost instantly. Shirt and
shorts responded to the surrounding scenery and coloured green with
metallic-blue reflex. After her eyes had spotted a very impressive liana, a
tendril-like pattern moved in restless curls within the fabric.
woman entered a game trail and vanished in the wood.
The young man held back for a moment, looking the older one straight in the
eyes. Then continued pointedly: "No, Obi-Wan. I am not wasting time. Every
thing will be finished in due time." As the man opposite him didn't change
expression, he summed up, his voice flat: "You doubt. Always you're
accused patted the shoulder of the speaker encouragingly: "Anakin, you know
perfectly by yourself what you can achieve." Suddenly Obi-Wan's stance
radiated confidence. "And since you're still a learner, there is no need to
burden yourself with the work for a master. I recommend you not follow different
tracks at the same time. Devote yourself totally to one task – then leave it
behind. It doesn't mean", Obi-Wan added with a concerned look at frowning
Anakin, "you must proceed step by step. However, it's better to postpone
one or two tasks. Just be a bit more organised. If you're in doubt about the
appropriate ranking of the issues, stop and try to find the answer inside of
the answer tasted of disillusion rather than of reason, Obi-Wan turned with a
sigh of relief and left the seminar-room. Anakin followed and caught up.
Master and padawan strode
shoulder to shoulder down the hallway. They were the same size, but it was
foreseeable that Anakin would surpass his master. The youngster’s regular pace
gave the impression of maturity and placidity. Nothing in his attitude suggested
the strain of argument a few moments ago. Not so with the earnest but still
young man, his master. In the gentle face of Obi-Wan some stern lines deepened.
He ran his hand through his short, wiry hair a few times.
hallway led to a workshop section with its stores and hangars. While crossing
one, Anakin gestured dismissively in the direction of a steel-blue speeder:
"No test run today. The tuning is already in a deadlock. I can use the
spare time for the route calculation that the Supreme Chancellor asked, and the
maintenance of our sabres. And I will send back Jar-Jar Binks to tell Queen
Amidala that regrettably I won't be able to
accept her invitation."
forced cheerfulness his master argued: "Ah, stop punishing yourself, you're
not a hermit. To postpone the tuning is enough."
is promised, what is promised..." hummed the woman, standing on the top of
a hill. She studied the skyline of Theed barely visible on the horizon.
Undecided in which direction she should go, she closed her eyes and turned one
arm stretched out. When the rotation stilled, she opened her eyes, laughed,
"There he is indeed! I'm curious what kind of fellow you are," and
walked downhill in the chosen destination.
in the afternoon the woman entered the city. Her clothes must have become tired
of the shiny green and were now orange coloured. Regardless of her unusual
appearance no one noticed the barefooted traveller. Idly she roamed the streets.
Sometimes she stepped close to an object she took an interest in and touched it.
Especially technical things drew her attention and repeatedly provoked eruptions
of incredulous amazement.
one of the crowded squares a black, ball-like thing crossed her way. Alerted by
its humming, she tilted her head and stared at the slow-flying object. It
tumbled down before her feet. The woman surveyed it thoughtfully. Eventually,
she kicked it away. After a short splutter the probe continued its flight.
the break of the dusk the woman circled a pillar of an aqueduct that crossed the
busy eastern main street. She looked upwards, spellbound, into the vast
construction of the arches and felt as if trapped by the towering yet lofty
building. Freeing herself forcibly from the sight, she was inattentive for a
moment and stepped on the pavement.
steel-blue speeder moved aside, scraping briefly but audibly along one of the
columns. It came to a halt. The pilot jumped out of his vehicle to appraise the
damage. "Bloody tourist, this is a street!" he cursed at the woman
stepping closer in curiosity.
woman's eyes widened. Her mouth escaped: "Skyw..."
traffic has rules too!" he let out his anger again, then blushing and
muttering: "All the work I put in that speeder."
again, she waved his argument away: "Not enough work put in, I would say.
The trim of the right stabiliser is unsatisfactory." With a knowing smile,
she ran her finger a short distance over the speeder's side. "And the
see, I must have the pleasure of speaking with a natural born mechanic?"
Anakin wasn't in the mood for admitting he'd noticed these and some other faults
acidic praise made her laugh. "One of my minor skills." She mimicked a
felt an emerging urge to let his anger be washed away by the cheerfulness of
this orange-dressed woman. Resisting the emotion half-heartedly he asked in a
businesslike voice: "How will you pay for the damage? Cash down? Repairing
it? For one who knows all about stabilisers and cooling systems it should be
easy, shouldn't it?"
laughter of her: "Repairs? Sounds right. Anytime."
welcomed the return of his usual calm state of mind. "We can finish it
today. Come with me."
transmission took four times longer than the senate had planned for the last
hearing of this half of the standard-year. Exhaustion began to slow down the
parliamentarians in their obstinate discussion.
his space cruiser the Supreme Chancellor took a sip of water. His hologram
displayed in the senate showed clearly his sagging shoulders and the shadows
under his ocean-blue eyes. Now he drew himself up. The kindness of his face
transferred to his voice. He addressed the last speaker: "I am highly
obliged to you, for the precise report on the facts of the case." With a
smile he continued: "This should bring us rapidly toward a result. Who is
scheduled to speak next?"
the senate, tumult sprang up. Some politicians denounced the whole hearing as
set in a rush, reminding the audience that
the annual holidays should begin tomorrow. Their opponents suspected a
privileged treatment of a single party and demanded to be allowed to voice their
point of view here and now, even if this meant to postpone the holidays. The
Vice Chair glanced helplessly at the hologram. The independent work his superior
had encouraged him to do had taken the senate session to disaster.
the chancellor lifted a hand: "Don't misunderstand me. I didn't take into
consideration that this session called in my absence could bring out such a
number of unsettled questions. This is what I have to beg your pardon for, my
dear senators. You will understand I can not condone a procedure wherein the
opinion of anyone of this honourable house is cut short. Even in little things
we must observe accuracy. Therefore I would like to enter the motion of
prolongation of the hearing until the day after tomorrow."
this suggestion meant that the end of the hearing was postponed for a reasonable
time the wish of the head of the
senate was met and the Vice Chair closed hearing and transmission ceremoniously.
chancellor closed his eyes and sat back in his chair for a moment. His pale, dry
hands rested heavily on his knees. Then he looked up to one of the guards
waiting beside his chair. "I'd like to make another transmission. In my
cabin." A delicate blush tinted his cheeks. "Without monitoring."
course," the officer saluted with expressionless face. After the door was
closed behind the departing chancellor, he cuffed his comrade's side. The other
officer responded with a dirty grin.
in the hangar, Anakin found he was left to do the repairs on his speeder all
alone, because the woman had obliviously embarked upon a self-guided tour of the
room. From time to time she named sotto voce what she found amongst the
tools and materials. Feeling very adult he watched her behaviour from the corner
of his eye while caring for the damaged speeder. Sillier
than Jar-Jar is she.
flared up: "Back on the table! This is no toy."
by this order she ignited it and swirled the shining blade with amazement.
screwdriver was thrown into the speeder's belly. This is too much. Anakin
reached out with his hand and the sabre hopped from her fingers to him. His
palms closed tight around the familiar handle. "You're attacking!"
This wouldn't be a true sparring, just a lesson.
a shrug and a grin the woman grabbed the other sabre from the workbench, ignited
it and was at once over him. The first strike she made from down right up to the
left forced him out of his position and back to the right corner. An unexpected
approach, yet he could recognise the motion and parried with a straight down
strike to hit the attacker in front of him. But the noise of the blade in void
air said: She is NOT in front of me! The next thing Anakin sensed, was
his neck's skin shivered in anticipation of a down falling laser beam from
behind him, from the left. He tried to move, to turn into the direction where
she was waiting for him, for he was understanding. I am ... defeated ...
His weapon shattered on the ground.
the woman stooped to pick it up. "This was fun. Your turn."
cleared his mind and abandoned all wishes for swift actions. He held the weapon
ready to hit above his head. She let the sabre point at him, the tip fixed at
one spot, his throat. Motionless they faced each other from a distance short
enough that one step forward would open the battle. He could feel how she
anticipated every move he intended to make while he waited for her defence
slacken. However, there was no ripple in her tranquillity which would allow him
to start the assault. He accepted after some time and lowered the weapon.
"I am ... I'm no match for you." A crooked smile crossed his face with
you're an intelligent young fellow. Only few are clever enough not to mess with
me." She grimaced satisfied and put the deactivated sabre back on the
impressed by this arrogant attitude than by her apparent skills, Anakin sized
the woman up with open admiration. "Can we make a bargain? You should give
me lessons, not repairing the speeder. With you as my weapons master I would be
able to give almost everyone at the Jedi Temple a run for their money!"
Pausing, he shot a quizzical look at her: "You are amazingly strong for a
the brass coloured woman scratched her head and rubbed her eyes: "I'm
bloody tired." With two steps she was outside of the door.
Anakin could yell was "Hey?!"
... tomorrow. I'll be downtown." The quick trot she did fall in belied her
words about exhaustion.
do you want to go today? The same procedure as last time or more kinky things
painstaking observation of the etiquette they'd set up for their encounters
ignited a lustful shiver. But this time he must break the rules! The obscenity
in the idea of a short cut muffled his voice to a whisper: "Coarse ropes...
Bondage with coarse ropes... perhaps."
right, she rewarded his transgression, haunted his pale body with her shiny skin
– as the woman lolled and folded her arms behind her head, her white shirt
opened wide over her brass coloured breasts – making him tremble with the
promise of submission – "Tsk, tsk, your exquisite taste,
excellence..." uttered with batted eyelashes – fuelled his arousal with
the poison of feigned regret. Eventually she purred: "You know, I haven't
any assistant out here."
would have if... You should have arrived here long ago." He was frightened
how choked his voice still sounded.
complete the mission? Well, that fellow is quite immature..."
dry skin of his lips cracked as he managed to thunder: "Obey!"
but promising too. It will blossom with coming of age, I suppose." Sitting
up again, the woman produced a knife with a notched blade. She let the blade
around the nipple of her right breast. . The turn
of every single tooth contributed to his arousal. As a droplet of dark blood
oozed off the skin she tilted her head and looked with big eyes up to her
customer. "We might start..."
fingered for the heavy burden between his thighs. His muscles felt ready for
motion, a motion so almighty, it could fill the world. "Yes, please!"
couldn't conceal his disillusion completely. How long it had been since he had
opposed Yoda to rise to the rank of a Jedi Knight and fulfil the wish of his
teacher Qui-Gon Jinn and take over the education of Anakin Skywalker? In those
times he'd often asked master Yoda and found help in his advice. And the elating
spirit of the beginning had driven him further and further... Now – a poor
everyday routine – he had to command himself to listen attentively and
appreciatively to his disciple's confession. To apply raw power, punishment, was
no reasonable way to regain the respect he deserved as teacher.
the embarrassing circumstances, Anakin's report contained a topic of interest. A
familiar tune seemed to sound through the hastily uttered narration of the
evening's incidents, like a clumsily rendered old legend. For confirmation
Obi-Wan asked: "You believe this woman was a Force sensitive?"
looked, lost in thought, through the window at the lights of the city before he
answered. "Yes... ," then he glanced at his master, "and no.
There was no real vergence. But, whatever she is," now his serious features
resolved into a boyish grin, "we should get her. She owes me the repair
felt compelled to smile.
very pleased," the black hooded hologram repeated.
His listener appeared content.
the last developments we could go much further. This is good, because it makes
up for some of the time lost with your recovery."
addressee of this reproach didn't miss its slight sting.
this time wasn't lost at all, my Lord Maul. Bringing together all the diverging
interests in one big power is hard, very hard." The next sentence came
almost kindly from under the dark hood: "And you've learned a lot."
Then his monologue went on with a description of the contribution of Lord Maul
for the progress of the unification work of the sadly discordant republic,
touched upon the significance of the Sith goal for the future of all inhabitants
of this galaxy, and then fell back into curtness as if regretting the waste of
time and breath suddenly: "You will get detailed instructions the day after
tomorrow. Be prepared for a short trip."
stood silent for a moment. Then the transmission ended.
hardest part about trimming the right stabiliser was its inaccessibility. After
the woman had watched Anakin bending uncomfortably to tinker with it for a
while, she shook her head: "Just open it." The hand she placed on the
steel-blue speeder's outer skin dissolved into a thick liquid patch. The
white-hot index of the other described an irregular rectangle. A large hatch hit
the ground with a hollow sound.
inhaled sharply and craned his neck. Then he gestured the speechless Anakin to
take his place beside him at the workbench. As if he didn't expect such a
development after their search for this stranger had been successful... Obi-Wan’s
thoughts drifted back...
With the Gungan in tow – drawing trouble down on his head like a bush fire
draws rain – he and Anakin moved with the surging crowd through one of the
seedier quarters of Theed. Their target seemed not to be on the road – not in
the coldly illuminated main street nor in the labyrinthine alleys. Their
investigations of the spacious eating houses failed; and of the smaller gambling
places. That left only the numerous bars, toilsome to search...
think this one." Anakin suddenly moved up. With all senses Obi-Wan examined
the building before them. He felt a tingle. But this could be a reflection of
Anakin's excitement too. They entered the overcrowded room with the bar at the
other end. Flashing advertising flyers, irksome as flies, informed in glaring
colours about the speciality of this bar: 50 different sorts of Tequila. A split
screen above the entrance displayed speed contests from many places in the
galaxy. They went to ask the bartender...
was neither these words nor the demanding tugging at his sleeve that made
Obi-Wan jump to attention. It was the sudden ripple in the Force, as if
beamed as he recognised a familiar brass-coloured figure leaning over two bar
stools to reach for his master. "Didn't the bartender notice you? He told
been here for hours. For the speeder races, not for a drink." replied the
woman. She seemed to become visible now to the other guests too. A hand patted
her knee and moved up her thigh. Her head turned to the owner of this hand, a
Dug. Their eyes interlocked – a room in torchlight. The sound of breaking
finger-joints. And a gloomy queen enthroned astride of him, demanding service
down to flesh and blood – the Dug sat hastily back and clasped the rim of
his bar stool.
exceptional violence of the vision which had hit him for a split second
petrified not only Obi-Wan; in the eyes of his companions also stood
the woman had left her seat and was halfway out of the bar. "Let's
go." She passed through the room, oblivious of the sensation she caused.
Outside the door she waited for them to catch up.
I ask your name?" blurted Obi-Wan.
clothes changed from the nervous dancing pattern of palm sized patches of
primary colours to an indifferent umber. "Call me Wass." What he had
perceived as wavelike motion in the Force stopped.
Silently sighing, Obi-Wan emerged from his recollections and continued watching
the woman working herself systematically through the speeder.
the Hutt's eyes closed slowly until only a small slit was open over his glassy
eyeballs. He knew it made him look like being on the brink of a nap instead of
he wasn't completely wrong, things would come apart very soon. Ah, cursed
Change! Chaos! The first signs had been the loss of his connections with
distant colonies. Wars of independence or some crap... Anyway, no market
to care about. Then, new competitors. He finished this episode fast. Slackers.
But – oh! – not to forget, the visit of this awful, horned creature with his
black and red striped pan! Two of the Hutt's best men he had killed with just
one, admittedly elegant, move. Cold he had been. And hot. Cold and hot –
the yellow eye first drills a hole in your head and then pours liquid lava into
it. ... However, the chap had offered a deal that could not be rejected...
At least – he had looked at all this stuff as gone with the wind – the next
thing. Today. Riots. Or civil war. These mad folks. It started at the
Tempodrome. They say the whole slave quarters lay
smacked with his lipless mouth, his right hand searching blindly for the
remnants of his last meal on the plate. I've postponed building of my
fortress long enough. Well, a change causes also new business. If no slaves,
then machines, if no machines, then raw metal, if no raw metal... He threw a
hunk into his mouth, his jaws crunched: "Amen."
"Ok, your name is
Wass. But where are you from, Wass?"
Obviously his padawan
beside him at the workbench didn't feel embarrassed by the silence the woman had
kept the whole way back to their hangar, or by her overtaking the speeder's
tuning, because Anakin’s voice rang with cheerful curiosity.
Wordlessly she pointed a
thumb straight up.
"From outer space? A
pilot then ... seen a lot of the galaxy, I suppose. "She shrugged.
"How much is 'a lot'? I've been to the Core, I've been to the Outer Rim,
even cast a glance across the Great Void. Doesn't cover much of what's out
"You've been in
another galaxy?!" Anakin's voice went high from astonishment. "I don't
know any spacecraft able to fly that far. How did you do it?"
interrupted Obi-Wan. "No spacecraft, no technology, nothing. Our new friend
is an Atechnoloida. A plasma-based lifeform, falling into a state of low
organisation when in need of energy for interplanetary travel."
Wass looked up from her
work and produced a hissing noise of disdain, then retorted: "If a vessel
is available, I use it."
"But how do you know
what's it good for, if you've never learned about such a thing?" insisted
She placed one hand on the
central unit of Anakin's speeder: "I put my hand on it. A photon-engine,
isn't it? I'm only wondering why in the world you've chosen this chemical
compound for the combustion chamber covering..."
"You're able to scan
materials on micro-level! Your early ancestors are clouds of intelligent
particles, are they? If so, your civilisation must be impossibly highly
developed. With marvellous cities! Perhaps made of water steam? Or hovering in
Obi-Wan didn't know why he
was reluctant to step in again, to stop this woman from arousing unhealthy
admiration in his padawan. Perhaps he was curious too...
"We have no
cities," answered Wass.
"Ah, then you live on
farms," corrected Anakin himself.
"We have no
"No technology. Not
even metal or stone," laugh she. "No permanent camps. No hierarchy.
Small bands of siblings, ten persons – hardly more. We migrate with our food
animals. The meat is abundant. We only need to harvest."
Anakin swallowed. "But your people have at least families. To me it sounds
like quite a nice life, to be outside of hierarchy..."
Obi-Wan rejoined the
conversation finally: "Why are you here?"
Wass spread her arms:
"I'm travelling. But what relationship do you two have?"
"Obi-Wan Kenobi is my
teacher, a Jedi-Master. And Jar-Jar Binks – he is our friend. A general of the
Gungan," explained Anakin.
"How long have you
been an apprentice, Anakin?"
"Eleven years. Since
the death of my first master, Qui-Gon Jinn. He lost his life in battle. Against
"Against the Sith,
... the Sith... so..." Wass frowned briefly before she nodded in the
direction of Jar-Jar Binks, who had managed to make a muddle of the tools in the
hangar in next to no time: "Is he also your apprentice, Obi-Wan?"
woman gestured the Gungan to step closer.
Jar-Jar dropped a set of
drills on the ground. "Meesa?"
"Yes, yes, come to
me." The moment he entered her reach, Wass pressed her thumb firmly against
his forehead. Jar-Jar trembled in terror.
With one leap Obi-Wan left
the workbench and dragged she back by her elbow. "What are you
apprentice – so what?" Wass carefully freed her arm from his grip.
"Really, I'm okay.
Only the very first moment was a little bit... strange." Jar-Jar Binks
lifted his hands appeasingly. Uncharacteristically he added: "Oh, boy, I've
made a nice mess, haven't I?" With a new-won casual air in his movements,
the Gungan went to tidy up quietly.
Anakin couldn't sit back
any longer. Addressing the woman and the Gungan at the same time, he spilled out
a bunch of amazed questions and joyful remarks: "Force! Now this is
teaching! What did you really do to him? Jar-Jar, you’re so changed! Will this
"I'm just an ordinary
traveller," declined Wass.
Obi-Wan turned abruptly
and left the hangar; he felt her tilted gaze on his back and his ears caught
Wass's murmur, "Anakin, you should be able to finish the repairs alone. I
have to negotiate with your Master." He increased his walking speed.
He sensed, rather than
heard her. The next moment he found himself turned around and pressed against
the wall of the hallway by a paralysing force. She was reaching up for him, drew
his head down to hers and put her tongue deep in his throat. Before he could
collect himself and push her away, she released him. "How absorbed you are
in being his teacher. You know what I am?" She was naked. Why she was
naked?! "A Servant of Ecstasy," he gasped in realisation. "I...
here... in the hallway! Somebody could come by any moment!" A blow from her
hand rocked his head against the wall. "It's my profession to know when
it's the time and place to administer the sacraments. Your cock –
please." Another backhander impelled him to follow her order.
Real pain yelled though
his brain – Obi-Wan clutched his head in his arms . The wall he had made
violent contact with, trying to shake off the vision, was now a helpful servant
supporting his back. He sensed Wass
waiting in front of him and he knew, when he would lower his elbows and open his
eyes eventually, she would be dressed. "Never creeping up on me like this
the flag-ship, a short distance above the battlefield, the commander touched the
screen tenderly. The rosy tip of his tongue appeared between his lips while he
watched how the cargo-ship silently swelled to an orange fireball that imploded
eventually. Around it, other ships of the convoy were scattered like a field of
asteroids stirred by a passing comet. Some collided and cracked like cans,
others tumbled in the prolonged barrage of the buccaneers' cannons.
wet his lips again and said huskily: ”This bloody error is yours alone. My
patron wanted slaves, not fireworks. S-l-a-v-e-s, got me?”
The dark-clothed figure
turned slowly to him. In the mask-like black and red striped face, the corners
of the mouth sketched a sardonic smile. "I am just the man in the middle.
And these are troops under your command." Two bright yellow eyes examined
the space pirate’s heated face with interest. ”I’m wondering what you
drops of sweat appeared at the commander's forehead although the delicious hot
rush in his veins suddenly faded. He shivered.
felt his headache ease. He peered over the backrest of his seat. In the glow of
a control panel at the back of the cockpit he could see Wass' white shirt where
she slumped in a deathlike sleep.
had been a long conversation from yesterday evening to the middle of the night.
She was an attentive listener even to his rather emotional concerns about the
course the republic's politics had taken the last decade. At one point he had
found himself persuading Wass to come with them to the Jedi Council. And why
not? He wasn't
unaccustomed to the concept of her... priesthood, since he had made close
acquaintance with her obscure order earlier in his life. Neither did he expect
any interference in the matter of
Anakin’s education since she had made clear her interest in him, the master...
and Jar-Jar had joined their talk later. Anakin repeatedly praised the simple
life of the hunters and gatherers; the woman retorted that she hadn't, as far as
she knew, any brother or sister, because a mother could only carry a single
child on her back during a trek. Any child left behind just had to die.
Moreover, her first man had taken her by force, the second one had slain the
first, then himself was seriously injured by the half-brother of the first one,
making him lame and impotent for the rest of his short life. Would Anakin change
this for the cultivated manners of the republic? Plains of lush green and a
clear sky were available on the civilised Naboo too. Anakin was mute for a
while, while Jar-Jar asked about the matter with the Dug in the bar. Wass
explained in her usual cool way that she had simply told the poor creature he
had been mistaken about her. Jar-Jar snickered.
Wass agreed to go to Coruscant, she forbade them to read or manipulate her mind
in the Jedi way. It would be disturbing, so she said. Anakin's wordless nod and
Jar-Jar Binks' mumbled apology confirmed Obi-Wan's discovery: a white noise
jammed any access to her thoughts and emotions.
Obi-Wan turned his head back to the front screen as a faint "bing"
indicated their ship was about to pass through the outer security belt of the
city-planet. Yes, a unique being. One thing again and again filled him
with awe: how the Force miraculously created links even
between the wildly differing species and to the most distant locations. One
kinship. We need her. Although he couldn't remember a knight of her kind in
the Jedi files... The Jedi Council will have to
make its own conclusions...
brass-coloured woman was suddenly standing by his seat. "Approaching
landing already? Seems we flew faster than you told me we could, hm?"
gave her a speculative gaze: "The nightmare, the misgivings I told you
about... What about you?"
worry for the Naboo and the Gungans. Jar-Jar Binks is with them. But, no, I've
never been good at forecasting the future. Other issues are much more urgent:
what do you think, is dark blue a suitable colour for meeting a Jedi
grimaced, and she laughed.
the countless number of spaceships approaching Coruscant mingled two very
lining for the South-West Port, was a shining, circular ship. At the second
glance it was chipped like a carelessly handled saucer. Its covering must have
been heavily maltreated by enemy forces.
the ship's bridge the pilot, marked by her austere, beige robes as a Jedi,
carried out all required manoeuvres for correct docking mechanically. Her
petrified face showed nothing of her feelings.
second ship was flying a wide loop to enter the Eastern Port. Smooth and black
it was, with a scoop-like nose and a pair of curved, short wings over the bulky,
man with the crown of horns sitting in the cockpit had switched to autopilot
early in his approach in order to enjoy the sight of the city-planet at peace.
Deep inside of him, euphoria and pride struggled against his hard-earned
moment the Jedi spaceship docked, Wass had obviously come to a decision about
the colour of her clothes and Obi-Wan had to admit to himself, she had a flair
for making a striking appearance. Shirt and shorts were bluish black. Thin,
vertical, light-yellow lines ran continuously like lapping waves from the left
to the right side over the fabric.
wasting a second glance on the five temple-towers with stilted tops, Wass
entered the building. A padawan bade them welcome and guided the visitors to the
inner house, where the Jedi Council waited for them.
the unmoving silence of the court room the sound of their steps died away.
Wass's small brass-coloured figure stood in the middle of the huge circular
stepped forward to make his report. As he gave account of Anakin's state of
education, the political situation at Naboo and so on, the councillors were
frequently distracted by the barefooted woman, who herself eyed the masters one
by one with great interest.
Obi-Wan finished with, "So we met in Theed." Some details were left
unmentioned, he thought, but these were not...
suggest you do, that we adopt Wass into the Jedi order? Ask her ourselves, we
should," said Yoda, turning to Wass. All Obi-Wan could do was to nod in
looked down on the questioner with an expressionless face. As if to protect his
teacher, Mace Windu stepped in: "Where are you from, Wass? What brought you
am a Sith. I would like to know the Jedi." The brief answers caused a
commotion among the listeners, but the grandmaster gestured to her to explain
ago, a master from your midst conquered my home world. A renegade Jedi, a
heretic, as I've been told. My people were simple believers. People who believed
sun shone by day and the moon by night. What did they know of spaceships, sabres,
orders of knights or refugees? Today no-one knows them. They're fertiliser on
the ground of their homeworld. My origin I've lost to the Dark Side of the
Force." She sketched a smile. "I was curious, I would – no, I had to
– dig to the root. Now I have seen the Light Side of the Force. The
source of this history." Another smile. " Now I know more." She
spread her arms and turned her hands palm up: "I thank you."
see, Wass. But since you possess knowledge from a time when the Force was
undivided – which is a rare gift – I'd like to repeat the question of master
Yoda... and request of master Kenobi: would you like to become a Jedi?"
am just a traveller. I don't want to mix into this bringing balance to the Force
hum of reaction in the hall, this time louder.
I will not become a Jedi. I'm too old – we are nearly the same age, master
Yoda, aren't we?"
a moment their gazes tangled. A smooth breeze caressed the canopy of leaves
above the exhausted pair. They lay in tight embrace. The green man cooed softly
as the brass-coloured woman tenderly nibbled at his ear. Wass continued:
"My curiosity is satisfied. However, on second thought, such an honour..."
The rest of her words were
drowned by the exclamations from a hastily entering Jedi. "Bad news! Riots!
Very close, no longer only in the colonies!
A number of surprise fires! The last convoy has been completely wiped
out. And," with fearful eyes she turned to Anakin Skywalker, "the
mortal remains of your mother were with this convoy!"
dropped sobbing in his knees. "Mother!"
Mace Windu rose from his chair: "This development demands immediate
reaction. All other issues are now of secondary importance. It is our sternest
obligation to defend what we have created together, have hard fought for, have
patiently kept, against the Dark Side of the Force!" Called by his words,
the Council members rose from their chairs and gathered around Windu.
turned to Anakin. Harshly she tore at his padawan braid, turning his head to
face her: "Oh, don't be such a whiney-baby, Skywalker. Too much depends on
by the rude treatment he looked up with brimming eyes: "What?"
the Chosen One, didn't they tell you?"
turned abruptly from the intently debating Council when he heard Wass's
revelation. "What do you think do you're doing?!" he cried grasping
her by the arm.
the sudden silence Wass carefully freed her arm from his grip and said:
"Did you ever think about this: much light is accompanied, by much
darkness, whether you cover it or not."
they are in the city." This unexpected response came from the Jedi who
brought the bad news. "I've sensed a mighty vergence in the Force during my
approach to Coruscant."
the trace at once, we should," said Yoda, and focussed his eyes on the
"Your humble servant. And, by the way, from now on I'm called Ish." Ish, the former Wass, saluted and left the court hall. Anakin followed her, leaving a paling Obi-Wan behind.
two stood on a bridge abutment near the
Jedi Temple. The noises of the city-planet, currents of cold and warm air
redolent with odours and vibrations of the buildings caused by the traffic
comfortably propped against a wing of his speeder, watched how Ish traced what
the city told her of the Dark Sider they suspected somewhere in there. She was
right, it was disturbing to dive into her mind as
it was to watch the lively bluish-violet veins pulsating on her shirt and
shorts. However, he was grateful for any distraction. Anakin closed his eyes,
but came to attention at a grunt from Ish.
and follow. And don't you try to outstrip me."
I have a chance to follow you!"
defeated knight," she replied broadly grinning.
was NOT easy to follow. Ish moved through Coruscant as if pulled by a rope. On
the ground level she trotted quickly and steadily. When she wanted to change the
levels she accelerated her leaps, using the ricochet her falling body received
from the antigrav security covering of the buildings – originally invented to
prevent of the dreadful results of speeder accidents on apartments or offices.
Sometimes she clung to a speeder to ride a certain distance, which never failed
to impress the passengers deeply. The realisation that the brass coloured woman
was seemingly approaching an invisible target directly filled Anakin with
confidence and curiosity. What would await them at their destination? His right
hand checked the clip of his light-sabre.
hunt ended abruptly. "There are two, no, sadly one is just a hologram. But
let's have a look, what sort of tête-à-tête these guys are having..."
Ish ran her gaze up a towering complex of deserted buildings and platforms.
"Is this the abandoned Eastern Cargo Port? We split off. When reaching that
main store – which level is it, Anakin?" she interrupted her speech.
Very good. You knew it since halfway, didn't you? An average padawan would smell
the rat, with luck, down here." She passed over his consenting nod,
commanding: "Watch your presence in the Force, we're only doing a survey,
collecting information. In case one of us is discovered or anything unexpected
happens – the other one leaves immediately to deliver what we've found."
With these words Ish started carefully and noiselessly climbing up the wall.
can't do this! I won't go back without you!" It was cold, so cold...
The brass-coloured figure
turned her head to look down on him. He felt his cheeks redden. She smacked her
lips disapprovingly. "Did I forget to say we meet at the Jedi Temple when
we're separated?" With a twinkle she added: "Don't panic. I'm not Qui-Gon
Jinn nor your mother. And now do me a favour and be a good apprentice..."
She disappeared in the maze of pipes and cables. Anakin pushed aside his gloomy
memories and let the speeder rise very slowly.
interesting. From now on we'll proceed faster. Lord Maul, thanks for the
report." The listener slightly lowered his head to show gratitude, but a
moment later lifted his yellow eyes to the hologram.
want to tell me something?"
probe which was out of order for a short time at Theed. You had ordered me not
to waste time with the analysis, however it doesn't need much effort to..."
growled his master's voice, "this wasn't meant for you! Carry out only
tasks I have told you about!"
sombre figure in the hologram seemed to studying him thoughtfully: "Lack of
self-control caused your defeat by the two Jedi; taking things too much into
your own hands would also make a good reason for defeat..."
I appreciate your independent work, Darth Maul. But this is an issue you should
stay away from. I am very reluctant to do without your service." The
transmission ended in a blue blur.
Sith Lord collected himself and went to the next unlocked exit of the former
cargo hall. There the words "Yes, master" struck his ears, their sound
meandering between melting and mocking. "Yes, master. Again and again: yes,
master." A brass-coloured, white dressed woman appeared in his sight. Her
smile was provocative. And she was not the only person present – through the
wall, outside his reach, Maul noticed a speeder. Perhaps an adolescent, checking
the tuning of his craft in privacy, or a scrap merchant on an illegal survey.
Whatever it was, at the moment he could only deal with the woman.
Maul barred the unwelcome listener's way with a somersault. The touch of his
feet had barely stirred a small cloud of debris from the ground, when she turned
and restored a secure distance from him. Tentatively both moved – two fields
of force with equal charge – she tried to escape, he to seize her. At some
point Maul noticed from the verge of his perception the speeder departed
was lasting too long! Maul felt his anger growing. His heavy cloak was suddenly
handicapping. He took it off and tossed it aside without turning his gaze from
In a blaze he charged. And
missed. Maul turned fast, but she had already risen from her protective crouch,
spun and widened the distance. He attacked again. She lifted her hands into his
direction and he felt suddenly his own drive recoil on his head and shoulders
while his legs still continued to go ahead. Darth Maul slid a short distance
over the dirty floor.
he was up. His head slightly lowered, he showed his adversary his crown of horns
as he stared at her with red, glowing eyes. The woman remained motionless. She
paid no special attention to him or anything else in this room, just looked
forward to the things to come.
a yell he drew his sabre and struck. As the blade fell, a pair of hands closed
over the tip of the humming laser. Their eyes engaged. He was alone in this
dark cave. Somewhere in front of him the beast. They can't see each other. They
can't attack each other. They wait.
if nailed to the spot, face to face, the opponents stood for what felt like a
little eternity, clasping the light-sabre from both sides. Then
he sensed that his feet where slipping away. But on her wrist he saw a
thin black line starting to run down, down her forearm to drip to the ground.
wonder how do you kiss..." She tilted her head coquettishly and smiled.
dash of cold water. Maul felt his eyes widen in surprise and knew at the same
moment he had lost. The attempt to guide the power that punched him via feet
into the ground was only an idle reflex. He was thrown on the floor. His
light-sabre rattled somewhere behind him.
as the echo of her hasty steps had faded, Darth Maul remained lying on his back
and staring at the ceiling. Eventually he buried his face in his hands.
the portal of the court hall opened, Anakin stepped forward to welcome Ish, but,
frightened by her blood smeared hands and tired stance, he stopped, unsure what
is nothing," she consoled him. "I'll sleep a while and soon it will be
healed up. You've informed everyone? Good. Surely the Council will draw the
the grandmaster nodded gravely in response and opened his mouth
– but another one spoke up: "No!" Alarmed, everyone looked
up. "The senate!" exclaimed Obi-Wan.
silent stage play enfolded before the council’s eyes: Against the evening sky,
above the luminous city sailed a huge, dark silhouette of a tanker, drifting
toward the heavy mushroom of the senate house. On impact, the bursting tanks
launched a white jet of flame. Before the sound of this eruption reached the
thunderstruck Jedi in the Temple, fire blazed through the roof. A black smoke
spread over the pale blue sky.
The Jedi hurried from the
court. Ish whispered in Anakin's ear: "I'm actually happy that it wasn't
just my that speech that got interrupted. Windu's too.." The giggle died in
his throat as they came closer to the Senate and the damage was more apparent.
usual crowd of half-hearted volunteers and nosy people had formed already at the
location, noisily promoting the opinion that what had happened was a sad
accident, gaining its special bitter mark by the fact the senate had postponed
the begin of the annual holidays for a prolonged hearing. Normally the blood
toll would have been much lower. Anakin heard someone asking, "Where's the
chancellor?" "Off planet," came the reply from another.
Sith had detected the aura of the small, brass-coloured figure before seeing her
lying in the chilly air on the narrow rim of one of the buildings belonging to
the Jedi temple.
bent down his tattooed face to the sleeper and gingerly opened her hands. Her
species might be designed for harsh environments, but during the rescue
operation in the senate she had come to grief. He passed a finger over her palms
to find them almost healed. Also the rest of her burned skin seemed – as far
as he could see in the pale morning light – quite recovered. Even her clothes
turned gradually into their basic white colour.
the video footage of his probes he had learned about her search for the reason
of the crash. Dressed in flashy red the woman had roamed the ruins. A dangerous
job, needing a lot of circumspection. Her nimble movements, when she avoided
sudden avalanches of debris and licking flames, had intrigued him. Eventually,
however, a brace, ripping off suddenly, ended her survey. To detour the hissing
cable, she had jumped away, over a field of broken-off pillars, into the glowing
hollow that once had been the main chamber of the senate. Even for the Jedi it
had taken hours to bring her out. Now she slept toward complete recovery.
wrapped her in his cloak and carried the burden to his speederbike.
Ish abruptly awoke from
the deepest sleep. Rising to her knees, she saw she had been lying on a wide bed
in a room the exact size of which was vague
because of the subdued light. From the corner of her eyes she noticed a
motion. Ish whirled around to face what it had caused.
Maul wore crimson red, instead of his usual black. He stepped nearer and started
to circle the bed slowly.
turned to watch his movement further. "Why did you bring me here?"
little smile curled his lips.
asked huskily: "Because your master commanded? Because you couldn't bear
Maul draw nearer.
because, my question is still unanswered?"
mistress." He sat down on the bed.
saw in his eyes the same tension she felt, while their lips came closer. The
first kiss was careful. As he sensed her curious, but friendly advance he
relaxed gradually and bit gently her lower lip. Then leaned back and just
watched her with a smile.
some more answers?" she laughed softly and reached for his belt.
brass-coloured skin was sensible despite its thickness. She felt as if it began
to glow from his caresses. In payback her tongue described every single detail
of his tattoos anew. His scent was enchanting. He encouraged her to straddle
him, indulged in the motions of her pelvis until she gestured him to sit upright
again. "Not too hasty."
They sat folded into each
other. The rhythm of their bodies wasn't distinguishable from the beat of their
hearts. It became subtle. Infinite. The light appeared. Roped. Kaleidoscopic
vegetal pattern filled the space. A speedy flight over a soft savannah. A
stream. A canyon. The striped walls of rock diluted into a bunch of hissing
strings. Then – they had been carried far out of the rim – after a moment of
weightlessness, the submerging into tickling coolness.
lover shook off the exhaustion earlier than she: "He's your teacher
you are the precious apprentice he's busy to hide." responded Ish, eyes
corrected Ish, "would be more exact."
hand caressed her, running playfully over her breasts. "In disguise as
Servant of Ecstasy." Maul's mouth followed suit, sucking at the nipples.
fingered his horns: "This Jedi-twit? He was the man in charge and I needed
capture that replacement apprentice." Maul's head was suddenly very close
to hers. She could feel the heat of his breath.
opened finally her eyes and gave his stare back: "Initially yes."
ARE his apprentice!" chuckled Maul.
so, I would just try to best him. But what do you think of finishing the matter
corners of Maul's mouth sketched a knowing smile: "Bringing balance to the
Force? A big task. Needs a certain predestination."
a good plan and powerful supporters!" quipped Ish.
peace treaty with the Jedi?!"
my Lord Maul, balance is the keyword."
their hands touched to seal the end of hostility.
Sarin," informed the horn-crowned man. "I would come to an
understanding with you before Ish and I go."
is hazardous!" interrupted Anakin. "Two can't oppose the master of the
Dark Side! I'll come with you! We'll all come with you!" He tried to catch
the gaze first of Obi-Wan, then of Yoda.
two the head of the Sith will allow to approach him closely. Others he would
flee, and continue his scheming in disguise," explained master Yoda.
be revealed is what he fears most. At least if our operation drags him into the
light, it has not failed," seconded the former Sith-Lord.
is it impossible. Two, not completely hopeless. He might be seasoned in many
evil arts, however, if we don't allow him to separate and distract us... Now,
you should focus on the future, our time runs in the present." Ish slowly
passed a hand over Anakin Skywalker's forehead. "Understand me?"
paled. "You will ..."
the future is always in motion," shook Ish her head.
about the relationship between time and place. We'll discuss it when Khameir and
I are back from our task."
snarl-sound indicated the Jedi spaceship had completed the circle around
Coruscant. With an aggravated air the young Jedi apprentice stared after the
small group leaving the chamber to take a look at the long-range sensors, where
the space cruiser had appeared.
had expected them. The empty floors, the open bulkheads had guided his guests to
the control room with his black cloaked figure in the high arm-chair. "Ah,
my dear friend and my... apprentice." The doors of the spherical room
closed. Violet twilight embraced the three. Only from a huge, arced window came
cool starlight. He was satisfied with the setting for today.
grateful for your coming. However, curious too. You want to destroy me? End the
great work before it starts? Consider carefully. Do you want to be a footnote in
history or make history? At this moment representatives of a new senate are
assembling at Coruscant - a senate that supports me unquestioningly. You could
join me... Despite our momentary lack of powerful – I mean militarily powerful
– supporters, we will soon create a phalanx in the whole galaxy. This will be
the dawn of a new republic supervised by an oligarchy of talented politicians.
And it isn't presumptuous to think about the day we are ready to overstep the
The woman kept silence,
but was tensed. His former Sith-pupil didn't care to hide his feelings and
sneered – fine, this one first. "My apprentice, this is absolutely
inappropriate. Your lack of self-control and self-content cost me a great deal
of time. More than I would like to accept." Switching to consolation he
continued: "Normally accept. I'm not a rigid master. I couldn't reject you
if you regret..." This hit the right button. Maul's yellow eyes glowed with
the familiar light, his muscles tightened for assault.
His dear friend gauged the
results of the manipulating words on her companion. Then she moved, radiating
delicious torrents of desperation. With expressionless face she started to climb
the steps up to the chair of him, the Sith master. "There can only be us
two. Kill him, then I'll follow you."
felt good to prove yourself faster than the younger one when preventing the
outcome of jeopardising. As expected, she didn't turn to watch what his
dark-purple flash of lightning caused. Maul's crumpled corpse had been thrown
into an air-shaft and forced halfway trough its cover lattices. It smelled of
Lord Sidious." Standing in front of him, she slipped back his hood with a
caressing gesture. Her hand stopped on his shoulder. "That was your apt
apprentice. A dangerous Lord. Now only I am left."
dear friend doesn't need to diminish her talents. There has always been a place
for you on my side."
stupid he had been. To bond with his true opposite, the anarchy! There was no
need for the faint undertone of mockery in her one-word answer to tell him. He
commanded his iciest stare. Even if she impersonated chaos, she could not wrest
from his will! Answer me! Why didn't you bring that padawan here?
isn't necessary. Now."
you're going to leave me?"
will be your end."
you said, my emperor."
unexpected salutation sealed his mouth, planted the seed of doubt into his
heart. He should be emperor one day, but not now. Early blossom, short harvest
– but he wanted many years, so many years more! And an heir... How dare she
fasten the turning wheel of time!
sprang away. As she leaped through the window, she was already a glowing cloud
of plasma. The supports of the window-frame melted down from the heat.
A flying spot ran in an
extended parabola toward the planet.
moment it burst into the central power-supply, a harsh lightning would appear,
which vaporised the workers. Then a blast would explode through the streets,
killing all it met. Any dwelling that withstood the first shock would be razed
by the explosion when the chain reaction reached the sub power supplies, burying
incident probably needed only a glimpse of a moment, then the reaction would
have arrived at the nucleus of the planet and the first city of his empire would
blossom into a pink ball of fire, sending debris in all directions of the galaxy
like a cell in the last state of viral infection.
he, protecting his eyes against the light of the explosion as his vision came
true, Bane, old friend, you were right. More than one is always a
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