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C-3PX had delivered the news to him. He could do nothing but stare, blankly horrified. A replica of the child he had been five years earlier. He had been orphaned for the second time.
Hehadsunkto his knees, broken, everything melting away with his heart in his throat...
They did it They fucking did it THEY fucking killed him and now they'll kill me I'm next but it doesn't matter imalreadyfuckingDEAD!
The last of his thoughts had resounded in his head and it didn't matter, nothing mattered except for the one word he had whispered so softly that he was the only one who could hear it.
"Jedi."
The Emperor's Hand and his accomplice, Shatik J'bo, were both clothed in dark,hooded robes. J'bo knocked hard on the wooden door.
"Who is it?" A tentative voice called from the other side.
"Open,"J'bo commanded.
The door creaked open, and an attractive, middle-aged woman appeared. She seemed to regret her decision instantly. She spun around, prepared to run. J'bo caught her by her dark tresses in an iron grip before she could take a step.
She screamed. Hysterically, she fought and flailed, her attempts to break free proving fruitless. She shreiked as he yanked her hair cruelly .
Darth Maul regarded his partner calmly. "Do you want me to take care of her?"
"No, I'll do it." He produced a blaster from underneath his robe, wedged the barrelunder her chinand pulled the trigger. Her body stiffened as he dropped her to the floor.
Stepping over the corpse, the assassin said,"There's a kid, right?"
"Yes." Maul surveryed the small room... and spotted the young, tremblingboy in the hallway. He stepped closer to him. The boy, who had dark hair and eyes, stood rooted to the spot, eyes glassy, staring at the spot where his mother had been. Another step.The Sith suddenly received what felt like an electric shock.
The boy, even as he looked so frail, was strong in the Force. Extremely strong. He would make a very worthy apprentice, indeed.
He had always wanted someone to train; he had a lot to offer. But he had always abided by the rule of two... that only a master and apprentice could exist at the same time. And Palpatine was very much alive. But what if, just this once, he defied the ancient Sith customs? As long as nobody found out...
And they wouldn't.
"Come here, boy," he said menacingly. As if in a trance, the boy took a step... and his fate was sealed. Maul captured the boy's wrist in a tattooed hand and pulled him outside, kicking up sand. His partner nodded in approval as he activated one side of his crimson lightsaber.
Approval turned to confusion as Maul turned on him instead, raising the lightsaber...
A standard hour later, he shoved the boy up the ramp of his sleek Sith Infiltrator. "Your name is Mavok," he growled before retreating to the cockpit.
Within minutes they were leaving the hell hole of Tatooine.
Maul had been mostly indifferent to him, and sometimes cruel. But still, he had taked him in, called him his apprentice and son. And Mavok had loved him for it. He had always loved him, loved everything he did, thrived on his punches and his praise equally.He was constantly in awe of his father. He was the greatest Sith he had ever known.
The first few months, Mavok had hated him. He and his accomplice had killed his mother, and he had been devestated. But then, he began to recognize his own potential, and realized he would never had amounted to anything on Tatooine.
And thenhis father had been murdered. By the fucking Jedi. By Kenobi.
I'll fucking get them. They'll finally know the true meaning of pain... I'll hunt every last one down.