The Survival of the Duchess
The first thing the Duchess was aware of was the feeling of being cold, the second thing was that she was tied up, on a cold metal slab that passed for a bed, her arms tied up with metal links above her head. The last thing she remembered was confessing her love for Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, and then all had gone black.
"I saved you," came the voice of a monster. She turned her head to look at the Sith, Darth Maul, the one who had taken her, who had vowed revenge on her beloved. "I could feel your heartbeat slowing, even as we set Obi-Wan free." Satine didn't say anything, and she wondered where Obi-Wan was now, and if he thought she was dead. "The Jedi will fall and Obi-Wan with them."
"You only saved me to kill me again," the Duchess spoke, fury in her words, and in her eyes. "It would be better if I were dead."
"Yes, it would. But I want Obi-Wan to suffer as much as I. I will be only too glad when his apprentice falls to the Dark Side."
"You mean Master Skywalker?"
"Just think of it, Duchess. The loss of his Master, the loss of you, and the ultimate betrayal that slave from Tattooine turning against his teachings, using the very knowledge Obi-Wan gave him against him."
Satine had spent a lot of time with both Padme and Obi-Wan but she hadn't really spent a lot of time with Obi-Wan's former apprentice. She knew that both Padme and Obi-Wan spoke highly of him but she couldn't help but remember how he had murdered the Senator that held her captive. She had looked at him, and knew why he had done it, so that Obi-Wan wouldn't be seen as a hypercrite by her, she had almost thanked him, even if it would have been better to capture him. There hadn't been a way out of the awkward situation until that blue lightsaber shown illuminating the face of Master Anakin Skywalker. Satine didn't know him as well as her friends, but she had to trust that if Padme and Obi-Wan trusted him, then he was a man of good character.
"He won't turn," Satine stated softly.
"Oh but he will, my Master has foreseen it."
"Curious, even a monster such as you must answer to someone."
"You are afraid, Duchess. Good. Fear….attracts the weak…the strong…the fearful…the innocent. Fear is my ally."
"Then you are a fool. Fear can be conquered by hope, by bravery," Duchess Satine said as she spit toward him. Maul looked at her without malice, she was simply a tool toward his revenge.
"You think I'm evil, I'm only what my master made me. I am efficient, for death is the great equalizer. I serve my master and the glorious Sith tradition. The Jedi think themselves powerful, they are but shadows of power, but puppets with little understanding of the true nature of the Force, they ignore the true nature of the Force, that which would make them powerful, they ignore the Dark Side, but their illusions will soon come to an end."
Duchess Satine shivered in spite of herself. The Sith monster turned and left unbinding her hands after leaving her food. Satine pondered over whether to eat it. On one hand, it could be poisoned, and on the other she didn't wish to starve. Poisoning her would serve no purpose, if she was to be revenge for Obi. Oh, dear Obi, she thought as she sipped on the water that the creature had brought her. Please, for your sake, stay far away.