A/N: Sorry. I completely forgot in my haste to run from the plot bunnies to
tell you all that this is a slight AU. Yes, as you may have already
guessed, Darth Maul IS alive, and now a POW. Hehe... truly am I evil. In
this story, there will be MAJOR angst, and torture. DO NOT take the rating
for granted- yet. There is going to be blood, broken bones and nasty stuff
like lemons, and ONE-SIDED YAOI.(That means homosexual man/man things) I
also forgot to put a disclaimer on the first chappie, so here it is. *Ahem*
I do not, under any circumstances, own ANY of the characters issued in this story but my own. I have not created this story to rake in some serious dough, nor will I probably ever in my pathetic life.
ON WITH THE CHAPPIE!!!
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The planet was dark, but in such a way that the Sith could not control under even the most powerful wave of the force, a nauseous shadow that neither comforted, nor provoked him. It seemed....... almost........ fake.
However, despite this fleeting provocation, he continued to walk, bound in the most powerful of mind-befuddling shackles. The rektilos held a blaster against his head, and a dagger tinged with poison against his back. Of course, Maul was sure that the annoying lizard had hardly wanted him to know about that minor detail, but the demonic creature's nose had hardly lied to him before. It would not, now.
Something large, looming, and black poised in the distance as if a crouching giant waiting to gobble up the vicinity of dwellers on this slightly familiar planet. Yes, there were citizens. Citizens of every race imaginable, yet only the dominant peoples seemed to irk a long-forgotten facet in the Sith's memory. They acted like men, talked like men, and dressed like....... well....... something. But their physical appearance seemed like that of a feline. Large, slitted green eyes watched as the space pirates walked their prisoner like a trophy down the stone streets, and triangular ears flicked restlessly back and forth for any sort of explanation of who this dark being was.
That large giant in the distance, as he soon found out, was actually a dwelling. A castle to be exact; yet another object that irked his memory. Darth Maul closed his eyes, and shook his head slightly, trying to keep these annoying thoughts from his mind. Now he had to focus on the task at hand. With the force out of reach, and his lightsaber in the hands of a wookie guard beside him, he had to play along with these people's games. At least until they set him free for that one moment...
"By the Queen Shegorad's orders, we bring her the emperor Sidious, lord of all dark jedi." Ulrick proclaimed, and showed the two castle securities a parchment. The first, clad in a dull silver armor, inspected the paper carefully, and nodded after a moment of hesitation. The two balled up their fists, and slammed them against their chests, standing straight so that the company could make a hasty entrance to the strange castle.
"Mother, I grow quite impatient. When will Ulrick be here with the pest?" A teenager drawled in agitation. His hair was black, just like his mother's; his eyes were black, just like his mother's; and his heart was as deep a crevice as the Mariana's Trench. Just like mommy's. However, one thing that Prince Raphael had nothing of similarity to his mother of was the snobbish, almost immature attitude of being a spoilt royalty. He got what he wanted- when he wanted it.
Queen Shegorad sighed, and tapped her wrinkled fingers on the beautifully carved mahogany armrest of her throne. "Soon, lovey. Very soon. Just be patient." She answered her son.
As if it were a suppressed case of divine intervention, one of the strange cat-people relative to this planet burst through the doors, and knelt low before his queen prior to whispering a statement in her ear. Shegorad listened intently, and a crookedly toothed smile graced her careworn face.
"Of course you can send them in, bantha!" She cried, "Open the doors!"
The cat-man bowed low, and ran back towards the palace entrance, helping others on the outside to pull the huge wooden structure in. Raphael, with impatience proving too much, stood up, and crossed his arms.
"Hurry up, you little weasels! I grow tired of waiting!" He snarled. The cat-people tensed, and quickened their pace hurriedly until the great mass of wood and gold released forward, and the space pirates entered with their cargo in hand. To the prince's sudden displeasure, he saw that this was most definitely NOT Sidious, but a......
"Mother!!!" He practically screamed, and nearly fell against his throne. Shegorad seemed just as surprised, and she stood up quickly.
Despite his pleasure at seeing them so uncomfortable, Darth Maul was confused. What was wrong with him? He watched as the Queen he had seen earlier in another hologram stood, and alien who seemed to be her son joined her.
"You......" She whispered, with eyes as wide as the chancellor-woman's, "It is not possible....... y-you died...... with all the rest......"
Maul stared at them, even more confused now. Something was seriously wrong. Even the space pirates looked incredulously at their queen, who was shaking slightly in the knees. Raphael seemed to notice the scattered waves of disarray that flowed from his emotional state of mind, and he gawked.
"M-Mother..... he truly does not know...... he does not know about his own race! Kalaskein knows not about his own race!"
At that name, the rektilos that had remained so distant as he guarded the Sith, drew in a sharp breath of air, and suddenly fell to his knees before his own prisoner.
"Den Ewu Jedi!" It cried raspily. Shegorad noticed his words, and became suddenly very perturbed. "SHUT UP!!!" She screamed, "If noble Quinya has forgotten, then so it shall remain! Kalaskein is no more! Take him to solitary confinement, now!"
Darth Maul, confused, and slightly shaken, did not even try to struggle as they dragged him away once more; down deep into the darker regions of the black castle. Quinya...... it struck a major gold mine in his memory bank, but the name Kalaskein made his heart stop. Why? God knew. Now perhaps alone, he could meditate on this; but oh how wrong one Sith could have been that day on the planet Gattaca.
Oh how wrong.
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A/N: Shlump! Whee! I know that this is confusing beyond all natural reason, but it's supposed to be. Next chapter will really delve on the R rating, but I'm making it PG 13 until that time. Oh yeah, that yaoi I mentioned at the top? Well, it ain't Darth Maul's yaoi. In my personal opinion, Gayness is really, really sick. But that's just me. And Gattaca is a movie, I just wanted to make it into a planet. Okay! Bye-Bye!
I do not, under any circumstances, own ANY of the characters issued in this story but my own. I have not created this story to rake in some serious dough, nor will I probably ever in my pathetic life.
ON WITH THE CHAPPIE!!!
***********************************hehe.Stars*******************************
The planet was dark, but in such a way that the Sith could not control under even the most powerful wave of the force, a nauseous shadow that neither comforted, nor provoked him. It seemed....... almost........ fake.
However, despite this fleeting provocation, he continued to walk, bound in the most powerful of mind-befuddling shackles. The rektilos held a blaster against his head, and a dagger tinged with poison against his back. Of course, Maul was sure that the annoying lizard had hardly wanted him to know about that minor detail, but the demonic creature's nose had hardly lied to him before. It would not, now.
Something large, looming, and black poised in the distance as if a crouching giant waiting to gobble up the vicinity of dwellers on this slightly familiar planet. Yes, there were citizens. Citizens of every race imaginable, yet only the dominant peoples seemed to irk a long-forgotten facet in the Sith's memory. They acted like men, talked like men, and dressed like....... well....... something. But their physical appearance seemed like that of a feline. Large, slitted green eyes watched as the space pirates walked their prisoner like a trophy down the stone streets, and triangular ears flicked restlessly back and forth for any sort of explanation of who this dark being was.
That large giant in the distance, as he soon found out, was actually a dwelling. A castle to be exact; yet another object that irked his memory. Darth Maul closed his eyes, and shook his head slightly, trying to keep these annoying thoughts from his mind. Now he had to focus on the task at hand. With the force out of reach, and his lightsaber in the hands of a wookie guard beside him, he had to play along with these people's games. At least until they set him free for that one moment...
"By the Queen Shegorad's orders, we bring her the emperor Sidious, lord of all dark jedi." Ulrick proclaimed, and showed the two castle securities a parchment. The first, clad in a dull silver armor, inspected the paper carefully, and nodded after a moment of hesitation. The two balled up their fists, and slammed them against their chests, standing straight so that the company could make a hasty entrance to the strange castle.
"Mother, I grow quite impatient. When will Ulrick be here with the pest?" A teenager drawled in agitation. His hair was black, just like his mother's; his eyes were black, just like his mother's; and his heart was as deep a crevice as the Mariana's Trench. Just like mommy's. However, one thing that Prince Raphael had nothing of similarity to his mother of was the snobbish, almost immature attitude of being a spoilt royalty. He got what he wanted- when he wanted it.
Queen Shegorad sighed, and tapped her wrinkled fingers on the beautifully carved mahogany armrest of her throne. "Soon, lovey. Very soon. Just be patient." She answered her son.
As if it were a suppressed case of divine intervention, one of the strange cat-people relative to this planet burst through the doors, and knelt low before his queen prior to whispering a statement in her ear. Shegorad listened intently, and a crookedly toothed smile graced her careworn face.
"Of course you can send them in, bantha!" She cried, "Open the doors!"
The cat-man bowed low, and ran back towards the palace entrance, helping others on the outside to pull the huge wooden structure in. Raphael, with impatience proving too much, stood up, and crossed his arms.
"Hurry up, you little weasels! I grow tired of waiting!" He snarled. The cat-people tensed, and quickened their pace hurriedly until the great mass of wood and gold released forward, and the space pirates entered with their cargo in hand. To the prince's sudden displeasure, he saw that this was most definitely NOT Sidious, but a......
"Mother!!!" He practically screamed, and nearly fell against his throne. Shegorad seemed just as surprised, and she stood up quickly.
Despite his pleasure at seeing them so uncomfortable, Darth Maul was confused. What was wrong with him? He watched as the Queen he had seen earlier in another hologram stood, and alien who seemed to be her son joined her.
"You......" She whispered, with eyes as wide as the chancellor-woman's, "It is not possible....... y-you died...... with all the rest......"
Maul stared at them, even more confused now. Something was seriously wrong. Even the space pirates looked incredulously at their queen, who was shaking slightly in the knees. Raphael seemed to notice the scattered waves of disarray that flowed from his emotional state of mind, and he gawked.
"M-Mother..... he truly does not know...... he does not know about his own race! Kalaskein knows not about his own race!"
At that name, the rektilos that had remained so distant as he guarded the Sith, drew in a sharp breath of air, and suddenly fell to his knees before his own prisoner.
"Den Ewu Jedi!" It cried raspily. Shegorad noticed his words, and became suddenly very perturbed. "SHUT UP!!!" She screamed, "If noble Quinya has forgotten, then so it shall remain! Kalaskein is no more! Take him to solitary confinement, now!"
Darth Maul, confused, and slightly shaken, did not even try to struggle as they dragged him away once more; down deep into the darker regions of the black castle. Quinya...... it struck a major gold mine in his memory bank, but the name Kalaskein made his heart stop. Why? God knew. Now perhaps alone, he could meditate on this; but oh how wrong one Sith could have been that day on the planet Gattaca.
Oh how wrong.
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A/N: Shlump! Whee! I know that this is confusing beyond all natural reason, but it's supposed to be. Next chapter will really delve on the R rating, but I'm making it PG 13 until that time. Oh yeah, that yaoi I mentioned at the top? Well, it ain't Darth Maul's yaoi. In my personal opinion, Gayness is really, really sick. But that's just me. And Gattaca is a movie, I just wanted to make it into a planet. Okay! Bye-Bye!