Author's Note: This was inspired by randomly teaming up Maul and Obi-Wan in the Lego Star Wars computer game. The idea stuck in my mind until I had to write it.

Also, for the interest of any who have noticed that this title bears a striking resemblance to "Something Like Rebirth," credit for that goes to Skywalker05. In her (paraphrased) words: Well, in "Something Like Rebirth" Obi-Wan dies when he shouldn't have, and in "Something like Revenge," he didn't kill when he should have… So, after that, the title had to be "Something Like Revenge." At least for the time being.


Something Like Revenge

Teaser Chapter

Obi-Wan Kenobi was a very logical person. He liked it when things made sense.

But there was no logical explanation for this. I killed him, he thought. This isn't possible.

And yet, the yellow eyes, set into that grim, determined, red and black face, told him otherwise. Which made the logical side of his brain very angry.

This isn't possible! It has to be an apparition.

…but apparitions don't speak…

"Surprised to see me?"

"'Surprised' is not quite the word I'd use."

The left corner of his mouth twitched slightly, which Obi-Wan supposed might have been his form of ironic smile. "I've been looking for you. Do you know why, Jedi?"

"You want revenge."

"No."

The hand that had been hovering over his lightsaber paused, and Obi-Wan blinked in surprise. "No?"

The Zabrak began slowly circling Obi-Wan, his piercing gaze never once leaving the Jedi Master. "No. I hunt a man who calls himself Darth Tyranus. I need whatever information you have in order to find him. And you need me to kill him." Obi-Wan opened his mouth to protest, but Maul cut him off with a fiery glare. "You get the prize and the glory. I only want the favor of my Master. Do we have a deal, Jedi?"

Steely blue eyes met icy gold; Obi-Wan felt as if he were trying to stare down a gundark. In the end, he had to look away.

"We have a deal, but only provided that it remains strictly between the two of us."

"Of course." The horned head cocked slightly to one side as he regarded Obi-Wan. "After all, the world thinks I'm dead. Who would believe you anyway?"

Obi-Wan wasn't sure he believed himself. But when Maul extended a tattooed hand for him to shake, and it was solid in his grip, he was forced to believe.

Even if the logical side of his mind didn't want to.