A/N: Hm... well, can't say I was completely sane when I wrote this. Maybe a
lil' tweaked in the head. At any rate, if ya don't like our favorite Sith
Lord, Darth Maul, then don't read it. That simple. If you can't handle
implied torture, and bottomless angst, then don't read it. That simple.
Yeah, I know I'm messed up, but who's to say?
Once more, this is NOT SLASH!!!
Get that, you homosexual freaks? NOT SLASH!!!
Man/ um... Alien rape, but NOT SLASH!!!
Anyways, on with the story!
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"Whatever god's out there has most definitely abandoned me. Left me for dead." He thought wryly. Nobody left in the whole damned universe to care about some painted Sith. However, he felt...... humbled talking to his God again; or was it guilt?
Maul looked up, meeting with the dead, tortured faces of others before him. Other innocents, and smugglers interrogated into madness, lower than he, for he was their emperor's very apprentice. His...... bodyguard....... as the pitiful humans would say. But nigh was a warrior of his stature ever considered a bodyguard to anyone. He served no one. At least not anymore.
Allowing the force to control his hungered body, and relive him of what pain it could, he laid back against the begrimed metal walls of this god-forsaken ship. Tried a great many times had he to poke into the minds of his captors, and at least know where they were taking him, and his departed brethren. However, it was almost as if they had created a barrier. A wall to block out his psychic powress. He DID know, however, that their crew consisted of three males, and a female captain. Perhaps taking him as a slave prisoner to Tatooine?
Maul could not help but utter a forced chortle. Any mortal being would have made a vile decision to think they could break HIM into slavery. It had been tried a great many times, every last one ceased with an indigenous slaughter. Slaughter of they who imagined even slightly that they could infract a Sith Lord as if a pathetically weak Brascha kit.
The airtight doorway to his rank prison vented with a calm whoosh. How ironic that an inanimate object such as a door could be so collected in the face of space pirates. Maul retained his lulled and dignified composure, even against the heathens who dared destroy his home, and so unceremoniously throw him into their nasty ship. Well...... at least better he than the emperor.
From the unpolished chrome threshold, there stepped a bounty hunter (Male or female, he did not know which), who merely stared at the Demonic Sith for a long while. It was unclear whether it was even looking at him from the one-way visor.
"Get up." It finally said.
Darth Maul only stared from under the shadow of his cowl, auld demonisque eyes staring frighteningly into the criminal's unseen ones. When, after two long minutes, he did not move, the bounty hunter unsheathed a long blaster rifle. One of the newer models, it gleamed unnaturally against the dingy sacraments of this...... hell.
"I said stand up......." He growled, tapping the trigger with equally tapping patience. Knowing he could stall no longer, the demon forced himself onto carefully toned legs, and made sure that his hosts did not notice the amber eyes glowing contemptuously beneath their shadowy embrace. The bounty hunter slowly moved forward, and paced around the creature three times as if a man goading over his unmarked prey.
Maul let a deep snarl from the bowels of his stomach, and though he knew his host could not see it; curled his black lip upward to reveal one long, deadly fang. He did not enjoy being looked over as if some pet, and was more than willing to show his opinions outwardly.
The bounty hunter seemed to perfectly well understand his demise, and held the nose of the pistol to his prisoner's head.
"Walk." He said simply, and nudged the Sith forward. Maul did as he was told, although he quite impressively feigned a wound to his leg, and limped slowly toward the helm of the ship to buy more time. By whatever God there was in this universe, he prayed that his emperor and the others had escaped to Sillacause, outside of republic lines.
The airtight doors greeted them with a soft whoosh. Mr. Bounty Hunter lifted his hand to shove his prisoner forward, and Maul saw it coming through his force-felt vision. Concentrating, he attempted to use that same power to knock the stupid creature's embodiment across the galaxy, but the Sith had forgotten about his bracers, and his host's hands drove into his muscular shoulders hard.
Staggering slightly, the acting warrior fumbled into a room far more polished than any other part of the ship. Before him was the cockpit, and a huge window that spanned the entire deck. Stars shone brightly against the black hue of cold sky, their ethereal presences tapering Darth Maul's anger into slow patience. He looked up, and three pairs of wicked, unfeeling eyes looked back.
First of them, a male Kamino, who's skin was a violet tint of blue from obvious lack of water. On his utility belt were two grappling hooks, and a barbaric looking whip. Standing to his right was a young woman (human most likely) who wore a strangely archaic garb. On her back, she carried a sword, and her eyes were cruel as they stared into the cloak of the Sith Lord. Last, standing to the Kamino's left, was a strange alien indeed. One that hardly ever appeased its presence in textbooks or data files. Its skin was a strangely murky silver, and its eyes wedged against a reptilian head. A forked tongue flicked seamlessly from a space between his lips, and Maul could not help but think that the Rektilos was tasting him.
"Keesha, contact her highness, and scan the atmosphere for any unwelcome guests." The Kamino ordered justly.
"Yes sir." The woman answered, and set to work on the controls. An acrid feeling slowly crept up the Sith's diaphragm, and he watched the holo piece sprang into misty life. Upon the obsidian base, there stood the hazy form of a thin, middle-aged woman, who wore the robes of a high chancellor. Black robes.
When her form finally disclosed, and she stared questioningly at the ship's captain, the bounty hunter pushed Maul forward into her limited line of view. Her victorious smile turned suddenly into a frown as she noticed his hood was still guarding the vision of his horrid face.
"By the gods, take his damn hood off!" She ordered, "I want to look upon the face of my sweet revenge....." Her voice was hollowed by the artificial means of communication, and the Sith suddenly began to feel very nauseous. They wanted his emperor. And they were going to get him.
Roughly, the bounty hunter reached down, and forced the cowl of their prisoner's hood back to reveal their captured soul. Not Darth Sidious, but Darth Maul. His multi-colored face contorted into a triumphant sneer, and his demon eyes gleamed with malice.
"Boo."
For a moment, the female chancellor said nothing. Her mouth widened in complete shock, and her own eyes went as wide as Jabba the Hutt's ass. Then, she began to seethe in volcanic rage. Her wrinkled jaw clenched, and her face went beet red.
"IDIOTS!!!" She screamed, and the entire crew jumped, "FOOLS!!! YOU GOT HIS DAMNED APPRENTICE!!! I SHOULD HAVE ALL OF YOU BEHEADED FOR THIS!!!" For a little old lady, she sure could get a point across.
Instinctively, the enigmatic bounty hunter brought his pistol to the Sith's head, and prepared to fire. This only made the woman more angry.
"NO!!! DON'T KILL HIM! HE KNOWS WHERE THE EMPEROR IS!!!" She cried, and the pistol lowered discreetly from Darth Maul's skull. He turned slightly, and showed off his deadly fangs to the silent Bounty Hunter.
"Captain Ulrick, I want no more mistakes..." The chancellor began to the Kamino, "Bind him tightly, and bring him to me. Remember, he's a Sith... don't take any chances..." And the hologram went back to nothing.
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So, tell me. Like it? Hate it? I know it doesn't seem like it should be R now, but just wait for the later chappies. Truthfully I tell ya, at first there was no way I was gonna write this, but the plot bunny kept screaming at me to do it. Constructed flames, please. I know my writing is crap, but I don't appreciate flamers.
-_______-;;;; woe is me....
Once more, this is NOT SLASH!!!
Get that, you homosexual freaks? NOT SLASH!!!
Man/ um... Alien rape, but NOT SLASH!!!
Anyways, on with the story!
*************************************************************************
"Whatever god's out there has most definitely abandoned me. Left me for dead." He thought wryly. Nobody left in the whole damned universe to care about some painted Sith. However, he felt...... humbled talking to his God again; or was it guilt?
Maul looked up, meeting with the dead, tortured faces of others before him. Other innocents, and smugglers interrogated into madness, lower than he, for he was their emperor's very apprentice. His...... bodyguard....... as the pitiful humans would say. But nigh was a warrior of his stature ever considered a bodyguard to anyone. He served no one. At least not anymore.
Allowing the force to control his hungered body, and relive him of what pain it could, he laid back against the begrimed metal walls of this god-forsaken ship. Tried a great many times had he to poke into the minds of his captors, and at least know where they were taking him, and his departed brethren. However, it was almost as if they had created a barrier. A wall to block out his psychic powress. He DID know, however, that their crew consisted of three males, and a female captain. Perhaps taking him as a slave prisoner to Tatooine?
Maul could not help but utter a forced chortle. Any mortal being would have made a vile decision to think they could break HIM into slavery. It had been tried a great many times, every last one ceased with an indigenous slaughter. Slaughter of they who imagined even slightly that they could infract a Sith Lord as if a pathetically weak Brascha kit.
The airtight doorway to his rank prison vented with a calm whoosh. How ironic that an inanimate object such as a door could be so collected in the face of space pirates. Maul retained his lulled and dignified composure, even against the heathens who dared destroy his home, and so unceremoniously throw him into their nasty ship. Well...... at least better he than the emperor.
From the unpolished chrome threshold, there stepped a bounty hunter (Male or female, he did not know which), who merely stared at the Demonic Sith for a long while. It was unclear whether it was even looking at him from the one-way visor.
"Get up." It finally said.
Darth Maul only stared from under the shadow of his cowl, auld demonisque eyes staring frighteningly into the criminal's unseen ones. When, after two long minutes, he did not move, the bounty hunter unsheathed a long blaster rifle. One of the newer models, it gleamed unnaturally against the dingy sacraments of this...... hell.
"I said stand up......." He growled, tapping the trigger with equally tapping patience. Knowing he could stall no longer, the demon forced himself onto carefully toned legs, and made sure that his hosts did not notice the amber eyes glowing contemptuously beneath their shadowy embrace. The bounty hunter slowly moved forward, and paced around the creature three times as if a man goading over his unmarked prey.
Maul let a deep snarl from the bowels of his stomach, and though he knew his host could not see it; curled his black lip upward to reveal one long, deadly fang. He did not enjoy being looked over as if some pet, and was more than willing to show his opinions outwardly.
The bounty hunter seemed to perfectly well understand his demise, and held the nose of the pistol to his prisoner's head.
"Walk." He said simply, and nudged the Sith forward. Maul did as he was told, although he quite impressively feigned a wound to his leg, and limped slowly toward the helm of the ship to buy more time. By whatever God there was in this universe, he prayed that his emperor and the others had escaped to Sillacause, outside of republic lines.
The airtight doors greeted them with a soft whoosh. Mr. Bounty Hunter lifted his hand to shove his prisoner forward, and Maul saw it coming through his force-felt vision. Concentrating, he attempted to use that same power to knock the stupid creature's embodiment across the galaxy, but the Sith had forgotten about his bracers, and his host's hands drove into his muscular shoulders hard.
Staggering slightly, the acting warrior fumbled into a room far more polished than any other part of the ship. Before him was the cockpit, and a huge window that spanned the entire deck. Stars shone brightly against the black hue of cold sky, their ethereal presences tapering Darth Maul's anger into slow patience. He looked up, and three pairs of wicked, unfeeling eyes looked back.
First of them, a male Kamino, who's skin was a violet tint of blue from obvious lack of water. On his utility belt were two grappling hooks, and a barbaric looking whip. Standing to his right was a young woman (human most likely) who wore a strangely archaic garb. On her back, she carried a sword, and her eyes were cruel as they stared into the cloak of the Sith Lord. Last, standing to the Kamino's left, was a strange alien indeed. One that hardly ever appeased its presence in textbooks or data files. Its skin was a strangely murky silver, and its eyes wedged against a reptilian head. A forked tongue flicked seamlessly from a space between his lips, and Maul could not help but think that the Rektilos was tasting him.
"Keesha, contact her highness, and scan the atmosphere for any unwelcome guests." The Kamino ordered justly.
"Yes sir." The woman answered, and set to work on the controls. An acrid feeling slowly crept up the Sith's diaphragm, and he watched the holo piece sprang into misty life. Upon the obsidian base, there stood the hazy form of a thin, middle-aged woman, who wore the robes of a high chancellor. Black robes.
When her form finally disclosed, and she stared questioningly at the ship's captain, the bounty hunter pushed Maul forward into her limited line of view. Her victorious smile turned suddenly into a frown as she noticed his hood was still guarding the vision of his horrid face.
"By the gods, take his damn hood off!" She ordered, "I want to look upon the face of my sweet revenge....." Her voice was hollowed by the artificial means of communication, and the Sith suddenly began to feel very nauseous. They wanted his emperor. And they were going to get him.
Roughly, the bounty hunter reached down, and forced the cowl of their prisoner's hood back to reveal their captured soul. Not Darth Sidious, but Darth Maul. His multi-colored face contorted into a triumphant sneer, and his demon eyes gleamed with malice.
"Boo."
For a moment, the female chancellor said nothing. Her mouth widened in complete shock, and her own eyes went as wide as Jabba the Hutt's ass. Then, she began to seethe in volcanic rage. Her wrinkled jaw clenched, and her face went beet red.
"IDIOTS!!!" She screamed, and the entire crew jumped, "FOOLS!!! YOU GOT HIS DAMNED APPRENTICE!!! I SHOULD HAVE ALL OF YOU BEHEADED FOR THIS!!!" For a little old lady, she sure could get a point across.
Instinctively, the enigmatic bounty hunter brought his pistol to the Sith's head, and prepared to fire. This only made the woman more angry.
"NO!!! DON'T KILL HIM! HE KNOWS WHERE THE EMPEROR IS!!!" She cried, and the pistol lowered discreetly from Darth Maul's skull. He turned slightly, and showed off his deadly fangs to the silent Bounty Hunter.
"Captain Ulrick, I want no more mistakes..." The chancellor began to the Kamino, "Bind him tightly, and bring him to me. Remember, he's a Sith... don't take any chances..." And the hologram went back to nothing.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
So, tell me. Like it? Hate it? I know it doesn't seem like it should be R now, but just wait for the later chappies. Truthfully I tell ya, at first there was no way I was gonna write this, but the plot bunny kept screaming at me to do it. Constructed flames, please. I know my writing is crap, but I don't appreciate flamers.
-_______-;;;; woe is me....