Author's Note: Here, you jackles! New and improved without typos! Happy? Good. Sheesh. Like
you guys never make typos. Oh, and I'm currently in the market for a beta reader. Email me
at darth_maul_rocks@hotmail.com or IM me at DarthLiela on aol instant messenger. Thanx for
all your reviews, and I hope I got all the typos. We know the whole disclaimer deal by now, do
I really need to go over it again? Thanx for your time, enjoy the story.
P.S. I'll have new typo-free editions of my stories all coming out within the next few days.
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Darth Maul paced impatiently before the energy gate, his lightsaber more than
ready to take out another Jedi wimp.
But this one seemed different somehow. This Jedi seemed different than the
one he had just killed, but why? He couldn't really put his finger on it and
it made him mad. That made him even more ready to impale the poor sap. Then
it hit him.
He heard from the corridor the now dead Jedi call this one Obi-wan. He
wondered if he could possibly mean Obi-Wan Lars Kenobi. No, it would be way
too weird, or would it?
He knew that Sith were not supposed to remember their lives before and
especially not thier family, but for some reason, he always did. He remembered
his mother and father, but just vaguely. He remembered always being picked on
because of his horns, and also remembered puting his head down and charging
some mean kids. None of the lived, and if they had they wished they hadn't.
But that was all irrelivant. The one he remembered the most was his brother,
Obi-Wan. He also remembered his long lost name. Maul Lars Kenobi. Is this
what had become of his little brother?
Memories came flashing back to him. Like when he, Owen and Obi-Wan would sit
on the living room floor playing galactic monopoly and use the Force to
move all the little pieces and listen to old music that somehow brought
back the best of memories. Even though it wasn't from their lifetime. Though
Owen didn't have the Force, so it was just Maul and Obi-wan that got to do
that. They always tried to cheat, more Maul than anyone, but there was
still cheating by all parties.
Then at some of the birthdays they had together. They were only a month or so
apart, so birthdays were always celebrated together. Then that day came, when
they were both 4 years old. A small little green man came to the house, if a
man was what you could call it. It was more of a little green troll. He really
needed some help with his grammar, though. He always was talking all turned
around. His name was Yoda, though Maul wasn't quite sure.
It looked as if the little thing meant no harm, but then it took away his
brother, Obi-Wan. He wondered how the Jedi could look themselves in the mirror
after stealing a young child away from its family to grow up with strangers
who would most likely tell him how to act, talk, and even think.
Then the man with the terribly wrinkley face came to the house. Maul was angry
at the Jedi for taking away his brother. The man called Sidious had said
that it was good that he didn't like the Jedi because that was one less thing
he had to teach him.
Darth Maul hadn't liked the man much, because he sensed something evil about
him, but Maul felt evil sometimes too, and found the vile attitude of the man
comforting. Maybe he wasn't the only being in the galaxy that dreamed of
blood and killing.
The man had taken him as an apprentice to become a Sith Lord. Obi-Wan was taken
with Yoda to become a Jedi Knight. The two brothers had gone on two different paths.
One light and one dark, but they would always be brothers.
Obi-Wan was weak though. Maul had to admit that to himself. He always had been.
He let go of his feelings and caught his brother off gaurd and dug his light-
saber into his neck, hacking off the bloody head.
He had just killed his own brother.
"Oh, well." Darth Maul said casually to no one in particular and walked out
of the corridor to go meet his master.
you guys never make typos. Oh, and I'm currently in the market for a beta reader. Email me
at darth_maul_rocks@hotmail.com or IM me at DarthLiela on aol instant messenger. Thanx for
all your reviews, and I hope I got all the typos. We know the whole disclaimer deal by now, do
I really need to go over it again? Thanx for your time, enjoy the story.
P.S. I'll have new typo-free editions of my stories all coming out within the next few days.
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Darth Maul paced impatiently before the energy gate, his lightsaber more than
ready to take out another Jedi wimp.
But this one seemed different somehow. This Jedi seemed different than the
one he had just killed, but why? He couldn't really put his finger on it and
it made him mad. That made him even more ready to impale the poor sap. Then
it hit him.
He heard from the corridor the now dead Jedi call this one Obi-wan. He
wondered if he could possibly mean Obi-Wan Lars Kenobi. No, it would be way
too weird, or would it?
He knew that Sith were not supposed to remember their lives before and
especially not thier family, but for some reason, he always did. He remembered
his mother and father, but just vaguely. He remembered always being picked on
because of his horns, and also remembered puting his head down and charging
some mean kids. None of the lived, and if they had they wished they hadn't.
But that was all irrelivant. The one he remembered the most was his brother,
Obi-Wan. He also remembered his long lost name. Maul Lars Kenobi. Is this
what had become of his little brother?
Memories came flashing back to him. Like when he, Owen and Obi-Wan would sit
on the living room floor playing galactic monopoly and use the Force to
move all the little pieces and listen to old music that somehow brought
back the best of memories. Even though it wasn't from their lifetime. Though
Owen didn't have the Force, so it was just Maul and Obi-wan that got to do
that. They always tried to cheat, more Maul than anyone, but there was
still cheating by all parties.
Then at some of the birthdays they had together. They were only a month or so
apart, so birthdays were always celebrated together. Then that day came, when
they were both 4 years old. A small little green man came to the house, if a
man was what you could call it. It was more of a little green troll. He really
needed some help with his grammar, though. He always was talking all turned
around. His name was Yoda, though Maul wasn't quite sure.
It looked as if the little thing meant no harm, but then it took away his
brother, Obi-Wan. He wondered how the Jedi could look themselves in the mirror
after stealing a young child away from its family to grow up with strangers
who would most likely tell him how to act, talk, and even think.
Then the man with the terribly wrinkley face came to the house. Maul was angry
at the Jedi for taking away his brother. The man called Sidious had said
that it was good that he didn't like the Jedi because that was one less thing
he had to teach him.
Darth Maul hadn't liked the man much, because he sensed something evil about
him, but Maul felt evil sometimes too, and found the vile attitude of the man
comforting. Maybe he wasn't the only being in the galaxy that dreamed of
blood and killing.
The man had taken him as an apprentice to become a Sith Lord. Obi-Wan was taken
with Yoda to become a Jedi Knight. The two brothers had gone on two different paths.
One light and one dark, but they would always be brothers.
Obi-Wan was weak though. Maul had to admit that to himself. He always had been.
He let go of his feelings and caught his brother off gaurd and dug his light-
saber into his neck, hacking off the bloody head.
He had just killed his own brother.
"Oh, well." Darth Maul said casually to no one in particular and walked out
of the corridor to go meet his master.