Today was the third anniversary of his father's murder.
A sloppily dressed Mavok slouched at the bar, sucking down a potent ale, feeling depressed. He had walked the city for hours, and not a trace of Them, despite the large Jedi temple located mere blocks away. Yes, tomorrow would be another day... but he felt that a kill would be more significant today. Would have more meaning, would be a greater sacrifice... but it didn't look like that was going to happen.
He stared dully at his surroundings, hardly taking in the lingirie-clad barmaids, the drunk clubbers with gaudy clothing, the flashing strobe lights which suprisingly hadn't yet caused anyone an epileptic fit. He chased the ale with shots of Thiikkian brandy, sustaining a pleasant buzz.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something in the crowd catch the light and shine metallically. He whipped around, splashing alcohol on his shirt, searching for the glitter of metal. He was disappointed when his eyes latched onto a silver colored watch worn by a slutty dancer.
Sighing, he dropped a few credits onto the bar, and, easing around the crowd, made his way to the exit. He pushed open the door, and walked into the blackness of night.
There were no street lamps, and the buildings that occupied the street were mostly sleazy brothels and rundown stores whose small stock were black market-obtained. Few people were out. He dragged his feet, wanting to lengthen the journey home.
Suddenly, as a human couple walked lazily past, he observed something with joy. The man had a lightsaber at His waist! And so did She!
He grinned to no one, and stopped abruptly. The two Jedi continued, oblivious to the dark thoughts of blissful revenge in his mind. He turned around and watched Them until, so perfectly he couldn't have imagined it any better, They split apart, She entering the club and He turning onto another shady street.
His hunter instincts appeared in a split second; the buzzing in his head was merely background. Nighttime was his domain as he became night itself, shadow upon shadow, blending, becoming dim. The act of being dim was not invisibility, but it was the closest thing to it; only if observed closely would the oridinary passerby see him.
Lithe as a feline, he stalked his prey, the Jedi, the reason for Darth Maul's demise. It was a few blocks before he decided he had enough. He closed in, and in a single effortless leap, his arm was locked around His throat.
The Jedi grappled for a moment with Mavok's arm, then, remembering his lightsaber, seized and activated it. Mavok shoved Him foward and held his own activated saber in a second. He wasn't a Sith, he had never bothered to complete his training after the death, but he was still very experienced with lightsabers. In fact, the red double-bladed saber he had now had been retrieved from Naboo three years ago...
The Jedi turned as his opponent laughed. He lunged forward, sweeping His lightsaber across; Mavok easily blocked it. He sidestepped, prepared to lunge again, and Mavok's blades cut deep into His stomach and then cleanly across the head.
Mavok stepped back as the decapitated body fell to the ground, examining the charred fatal wounds and the burned robes. He grinned again,then bent over and took the corpse's saber as a trophy, as he had taken the others'.
Abruptly, he felt something wrong. Someone was coming. Running. He pressed himself against an abandoned building, sharp glass jutting into his back. It was Her, he knew it. He turned dim, did his best to shut down his mind, and then he was only half there; he didn't want Her to find himout. He knew, somehow, that it wouldn't be right, that She was to be saved for another day.
She burst out of the shadows, mental pain etched into her face, then suddenly faltered at the sight of the Jedi's body. She moaned, rocked on her feet, moaned,began whispering to herself,"I knew it, I knew it, I could feel it, oh what am I going to do..."She put her hands to Her face, Her hair was a blond waterfall down Her back, and Mavok could see how pretty She was, and how devestated, and he had never been so excited
She's for another day, and I'll plan something special for her... why waste such a pretty face?
He felt himself undimming, flickering. In Her grief, She hadn't been able to sense him, but She could still see perfectly well... Mavok took a last longing glance at Her, then fled.
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