Hey folks, Grubkiller here.
Here's the 7th and final part of this story. Parts of this story are purely fan-fiction, while others are from the canon 'Son of Dathomir' series.
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EVIL ALLIANCES! DARTH MAUL OPERATES FROM THE SHADOWS, CARRYING OUT MOTHER TALZIN'S PLAN FOR REVENGE AGAINST DARTH SIDIOUS.
AFTER DISCOVERING, AND SIDING WITH, A REMNANT OF THE SITH EMPRE AND CAPTURING COUNT DOOKU, MAUL AND THE SITH EMPRESS THREATEN TO TURN SIDIOUS'S DROID ARMY AGAINST HIM. AS THIS POWER STRUGGLE GAINS THE REPUBLIC'S ATTENTION, THE JEDI— LED BY OBI-WAN KENOBI—BOLDLY ATTEMPT TO CAPTURE ALL OF THEIR ENEMIES AT ONCE AND END THE CLONE WARS.
AS THE JEDI ATTACK, DOOKU FIGHTS BY MAUL'S SIDE. TOGETHER THEY ESCAPE CAPTURE AND CHART THEIR COURSE FOR DATHOMIR, WHERE TALZIN AWAITS THEM. BUT UNBEKNOWNST TO MAUL, DARTH SIDIOUS AND GENERAL GRIEVOUS ARE TRACKING THEM DOWN, READY TO FORCE A FINAL SHOWDOWN FOR THE FUTURE OF THE SITH...
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Nightbrother, en route to Dathomir with Shadow Collective fleet.
Ever since the Sith Empire fell at the hands of the Republic, Maul knew that any hope of an alliance with them to take the galaxy were immediately dashed. Now, all he had left was Mother Talzin, the underworld, and his new 'ally', Count Dooku. All three of them were key to his chances of ruling over the galaxy.
As his followers retreated through hyperspace to the planet Dathomir, Maul spoke to his top lieutenants, Saxon, Fife, and Moj, via hologram. They had all been leading the different factions against the Confederacy ever since he left for the unknown regions. And now, he wanted to see how his war against everyone was going.
It wasn't going well as his subordinates would explain.
"Black Sun and the Pykes joined your collective on the promise of greater profits, Maul. But this is becoming your own personal crusade," Moj said with concern, "one that has cost us Zanbar, Ord Mantell, the Mandalorian asteroid outpost, and several other key bases across the outer rim."
"And we no longer have your allies from the unknown regions here to help us," Fife said, referring to the Sith Empire that was just destroyed for the last time. "Perhaps your plan isn't as sure as you say."
Darth Maul growled in frustration before pointing at the two crime lords. "You'll get paid - if that's all you want." Maul said. "In the meantime, gather your respective fleets and head to Dathomir as planned, where we will prepare for our next phase. Once Sidious is dead, and the droid forces are under our control, we will rally Hutt space to our side, by force if need be, and the galaxy will be ours for the taking."
Moj and Fife's holograms looked at each other. Then they looked back at Maul. When they both bowed in unison, their holograms disappeared. Only Commander Saxon's transmission remained active.
Maul pointed to the spots where Moj and Fifes holograms were, and then spoke to Saxon.
"Kee them in line," Maul ordered.
Saxon clenched his fist and put his arm over his chest in a salute, and bowed his head slightly. "Yes, my lord," he said before his own hologram disappeared. Darth Maul then closed his eyes, shook his head, and sighed in frustration.
"You're learning that seizing control is not as easy as maintaining it." Dooku said.
Maul turned his head and looked over his shoulder to look at the Count. Then he turned around to look at him face to face. As this was happening, Rook Kast was slowly pulling a blaster pistol out of her holster.
"What would you know of control, Count? Our 'Alliance' was Sidious's will all along. He has instructed you to play this game-" Maul said as Rook Kast swung an arm around Dooku's neck from behind, and used the other one to point her blaster at Dooku's head. "-But you've been outmatched."
Dooku looked at the pistol in his peripheral vision, maintaining his stoic frown. Then he was apprehended by two more Death Watch troopers before being led out of the room. But he wasn't cuffed.
But before he was escorted out of the cockpit, Dooku looked over his shoulder to take one more swipe at Maul. "I look forward to watching all of this come crashing down around you."
Maul watched as his successor by default was escorted out. He then turned around to contemplate what would happen next, just as the ship dropped ouf o hyperspace over Dathomir.
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Scimitar, in orbit above Dathomir.
"We are approaching Dathomir, my Lord..." Grievous said as he hovered over a battle droid pilot's chair, and looked at the screen in front of him, which showed the location of a signal. "...we've traced Count Dooku's signal to the surface. What is your command?"
Darth Sidious was seated in the throne-like seat behind the cockpit.
"Just as I have predicted," Sidious said before he looked at Grievous, "Jam their communications and cloak this ship from view." As the droids went to work, carrying out his orders, Sidious continued to monologue. "We will purge this witch, and all who oppose us, once and for all.
As the Scimitar flew towards the border of the system, energy began to crackle and emit from around it's hull. That's when it was cast with a light-bending aura that blended the ship in which its surroundings before finally disappearing, as if it were never there.
Far away, outside of the system, a Separatist armada was waiting to receive the word to strike.
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Dathomir.
a remote, neutral planet in the Quelli sector and the home of the Nightsisters. The planet, lit red by its central star, had numerous continents that were overrun with vegetation, forests, and swamplands. It was also home too many different species such as lizards, snakes, and even the mighty and vicious rancor.
The dark side of the Force had an immensely strong presence on Dathomir, which allowed for the nurturing of many malevolent Force wielders native to the planet. The Nightsisters, also known as the Dathomir witches, made their home in the swamps, and wielded magicks fueled by Dathomir's own power. Dathomir was also home to the Nightbrothers, Zabraks who were once ruled by the Nightsisters.
But since the Clone Wars began, Dathomir became a hotbed of activity, when Mother Talzin and her followers tried to assassinate Dooku on several occasions, until they were put into the dirt by Grievous' invasion.
Now, it was going to once again, be the sight of another attempt against the Dark lords of the Sith.
At a village, home to the planet's population of Zabrak Nightbrothers, Darth Maul's ship touched down. When the ramp was lowered and its passengers disembarked, Maul was met by a group of Zabrak warriors, all armed with various energy melee weapons.
Maul recognized one of the warriors in the welcoming committee as the leader of the night brothers.
"Brother Viscus," Maul said before he gestured to Dooku, who was being escorted down the ramp by several mandalorians, "I give you our honored guest. Have the preparations been made?"
Viscus nodded.
"We are ready to proceed," he said before he stepped over to Dooku and leaned over to look at him with a face of visible disgust, "Come Count, we will take you to the heart of Mother's power, where you are about to answer for your master's crimes against the Nightsisters."
The Count said nothing before he was carted off to a point further into the village.
Mother Talzin's chamber.
In the heart of the Nightbrother village stood a temple. Inside that temple was a massive chamber, mostly dark from the lack of windows, and filthy due to years of neglect. A single light from a hole in the ceiling illuminated the room, allowing people to see. The room was seemingly empty, except for what looked to be a tombstone in the center of the room.
As Dooku was heavily guarded by his captors, Maul stood in front of the massive stone, which was taller than he was. He closed his eyes and bowed his head, before placing his hand on the stone, and began to pray.
"Great Mother, hear our prayer. Diviner of truth, deliverer of justice..." he said before a low humming sound emitted from the stone, and a green mist began to surround it. Maul then looked up at the tombstone, and saw an image of Mother Talzin slowly take form on the face of the stone. "...reveal yourself."
That's when green energy began to crackle around the mist, which spread throughout the room, engulfing everything it touched. Count Dooku flinched as the mist began to surround him, his ankles disappearing inside of the ground-covering fog.
"My son is right, Count," said a voice that seemed to emanate from the tombstone, "It is time to eliminate everything that gives Sidious power," Talzin said as streaks of green fog began to ensnare the Count. "...Beginning with you!"
The Count was suddenly enveloped by green lightning, which coarsed through his body with a terrible pain.
"!NNGAAGH!"
Nightbrother village, landing zone.
Outside, a score of Nightbrothers rushed out to inspect a new ship that was touching down, close to the temple. They all readied their weapons and prepared for battle. When the ship's wings folded, a ramp extended from the spherical stern. For a moment, nothing happened, and all of the warriors looked at each other confused.
That's when two figures stepped off of the ship.
One was a cyborg skeleton with taloned metal feet.
The other, was a robed figure that had a hood obscuring the upper part of his face. When the warriors, sensing the danger the outsiders represented, raised their weapons, they were all suddenly levitated into the air. They all kicked and gagged, while the two newcomers casually walked by, ignoring the struggling, dying men around them.
When they stopped kicking, the invisible force that held them disappeared, causing them to drop down.
Once they reached the base of the temple, the cyborg skeleton used his metal feet to grasp onto the wall of the building, before he began to crawl up. Once he was level with the spot where Dooku's signal was coming from, he placed an explosive charge on the wall, and moved to the side a few feet, and waited for the bomb to go off.
Talzin's chamber.
Back in the chamber where Talzin's resurrection was taking place, green smoke began to role off of Dooku's body, as Talzin tortured him. Maul just looked down at the groaning Count, his eyes and voice lacking any sort of empathy whatsoever.
"You feel that, Count. Mother draws your very life force from your withered bones..." Maul mocked, as more green lightning began to surround Dooku, making him shout in further pain. "...draining you will give her all she needs to fully take form."
Brother Viscus stood next to Maul, looking down Dooku. "It won't be long now. He won't survive this."
"Good," Maul said, not caring at all. He then kneeled next to Dooku, as the torture continued. "As a Sith, you understand deception. Witches don't die so easily. Mother sacrificed much of her own power resurrecting me. That is why you've been unable to detect her. For her, a complete and permanent return to the physical realm requires great sacrifice." Maul said as Dooku began to levitate into the air, and green fog began to enter him through his nose and mouth, filling every fiber of his soul with Talzin's presence. "Through your blood, a new power will rise from the roots of Dathomir!"
Just after Darth Maul finished monologuing, a powerful explosion ripped through the wall behind him. As bodies and chunks of debris were thrown everywhere, Maul shielded his eyes to protects himself from the flaming debris.
He then looked up, and through the thick wall of smoke, a familiar cyborg, wearing a cape and holding two deactivated lightsabers hilts, stepped into the chamber, standing over the injured body of Brother Viscus.
"Blood is about to spill, all right..." Grievous said as he stomped his taloned foot into Viscus' head, smashing it into the ground with a series of crunching noises. He then began to grind his foot back and forth for good measure, "...yours!"
Darth Maul activated his Darksaber and assumed a fighting stance, as he stared the General down. "You're too late, General. Ours plans are in motion, and they cannot be stopped."
"No matter how many times you fail, you never learn this lesson, Maul..." said a new voice that Maul could not pinpoint. "...There is only one plan - one great design which shall govern the universe -" the figure said as he stepped out of the wall of smoke next to Grievous, revealing himself to be none other than Maul's old master, Darth Sidious. "...Mine."
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Nightbrother, Maul's personal ship, in orbit above Dathomir.
Back aboard the Nightbrother, Rook Kast was standing before a pair of holograms, while holding her helmet under one of her arms, allowing her brown, shoulder-length hair to flow freely. The holograms that she was conversing with were of the other crime lords, Fife of the Pyke Syndicate, and Ziton Moj of Black Sun.
"I'm telling you - a full armada of droid vessels just came out of nowhere and is laying siege to our defenses." Moj said, transmitting from one of Dathomir's moons.
"It's happening here, too -" Fife said, transmitting from another part of the system. "-It's like they were waiting for us. How could they've known we would be here?"
"Where is Maul? We should be dealing directly with him!" Ziton Moj demanded.
"Follow your orders. Hunker down and fight." Kast ordered assertively, clenched her fist as anger began to boil inside of her. "Lord Maul's location isn't your concern." She said dismissively.
The two crime lords were shocked, taken aback by the amount of disrespect that they were just dealt.
"Not our concern?" Moj asked, clearly frustrated, "If your forces aren't deployed to help us soon, our partnership is finished." He said as he waved his hand in a gesture that implied being wiped away.
But then Fife turned his holographic head towards his fellow crime lord. "Now hold on - Black Sun has more than enough resources to defend itself. We're the ones who need support!"
As the two crime lords began to argue back and forth, Kast held her forehead and began to shake her head back and forth. That's when one of the Nightbrother's pilots turned around in his chair to look back at her. "Ma'am, we're picking up something big heading this way..." he said before his terminal began to blink and flash. He turned around to look at it again, "...A Separatist invasion fleet is approaching!"
Rook Kast looked up in surprise out the viewport, and saw that the pilot was indeed right. Dozens of Separatist warships shot out of hyperspace. The fleet was made up of Munificent-class Star frigates, landing craft, supply ships. There was even a pair of Lucrehulk-class battleships. But one of the ships caught her attention. It was a Providence-class dreadnought. It had the familiar markings of the Invisible Hand, Grievous' flagship.
"Damnit!" She shouted as she banged her fist against the bulkhead.
"You see?" Fife asked, "We told you."
"What's the plan?" Moj asked, with a snarky tone.
"Grrrr!" Kast growled under her breath. "Fall back to our position. We will gather our forces and drive these Separatist sleemos out of the system."
Upon her orders, every Shadow Collective ship in the system pulled back to Dathomir's orbit, and formed a battle line in front of the oncoming Separatist fleet. The final showdown between Maul's forces and Sidious' followers had truly begun.
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Night brother Village, Mother Talzin's chamber.
Back in the temple at the center of the Nightbrother village, Darth Maul and his former master faced off, with their sabers activated. Grievous continued to stand at the hole in the wall that he made earlier, ready to assist Lord Sidious.
The body of Count Dooku laid behind them, green smoke still pouring off of his clothing.
"At last. The great deceiver comes to rescue his pawn." Darth Maul mocked, as he assumed an aggressive fighting stance.
Darth Sidious maintained his intimidating stance, showing that he was unamused by this entire spectacle. "I come to end this farce once and for all."
"You come to your doom, old man. Mother Talzin lives-" Maul said as Dooku began to wake up and stand up once again. He seemed normal. But when he turned to face Darth Sidious, it was shown that his eyes were glowing a bright green and his veins pulsated with a similar color, showing that he was possessed, "-And your apprentice is under her full control."
When possessed Dooku activated his red lightsaber, he spoke in Mother Talzin's voice. "Now Sidious . . . you will pay for your betrayal."
She hissed before she lunged towards Sidious, using Dooku's lightsaber to strike against the Dark Lord. While this was happening, Darth Maul was charging towards General Grievous, who activated two blue and green sabers to meet Maul in battle.
Soon, all four combatants were fighting back and forth across the chamber, using their skills to block, parry, and thrust, fighting for the future of the their respective factions.
Darth Maul was on the offensive, slashing his blade to the left ad right, trying to keep Grievous on the defensive. But the General was fast, and avoided or blocked all of his strikes, before launching a vicious counterattack.
Meanwhile, a possessed Dooku was caught in a saber lock with Darth Sidious. It seemed like a stalemate, but Sidious smiled, twirling his blade around, and forcing it to fly out of puppet Dooku's hands. "You control my apprentice's body, but possess none of his skills," he said to the stunned witch, before he drew his hand back, which crackled with Sith lightning, "Release my apprentice, haggard witch!" He ordered before unleashing a powerful arc of lightning that enveloped puppet Dooku with searing pain.
"AAAAAAAAGGHHH!"
Maul and Grievous stopped their fight in order to take a look at the fight. Maul's face convulsed with anger, as he watched his mother be put through pain at the hands of his former master. The cyborg, on the other hand, was surprised and didn't know what to think, seeing as how Talzin was being hurt, but so was Dooku.
"AAAGH! AAAGHHH!" Talzin continued to scream as her possession was continually electrocuted. "EEEE-NOUGH!" She shouted before green mist began to escape from Dooku's body, and began to take the form of the real Mother Talzin.
"I am whole! I am returned!" She exclaimed triumphantly as green energy began to crackle around her wrists.
Sidious deactivated his lightsaber and looked at her. "You are about to die." He declared callously.
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Nightbrother, Maul's personal ship, in orbit above Dathomir.
High above Dathomir, the full might of the Confederate Navy was being brought down upon the Shadow Collective.
Makeshift, obsolete starfighter from the black market, and rusty old frieighters went toe to toe with the black, bug-like hulls of the Separatists. Warships hammered away at each other, while fighters swarmed over each other.
The Shadow Collective put up a good fight, firing their blaster weaponry at the Separatist ships, wittling down their shields, before Mandalorian bombers rushed in and carpet bombed their unshielded exteriors, causing dozens of large explosions to blossom across the Confederate hulls.
This tactic worked for a short while, and allowed Maul's forces to score five kills on the Separatist, not counting the occasional transport kill.
But that was the best that they could do.
The Separatist navy took all the damage they were dealt, and threw it back ten times harder. Their heavy turbolasers threw up a wall of flak that shook the hell out of the approaching enemy fighters, even downing a few of them. The droid fighters swarmed over the enemy, ripping them apart. And the heavy separatist firepower was ripping through the assembled warships like paper. Shields went down in a few shots, before ships were ripped apart like gas canisters, and very few escape pods were ever launched.
Since the Shadow Collective fleet was becoming less and less of a nuisance, dozens of Separatist landing craft were already flying towards the surface, deploying tens of thousands of battle droids, tanks, and speeders. The largest concentration of droid landing craft headed for the Nightbrother village, which showed the last known co-ordinates of their master, Count Dooku.
As the Separatists slowly took over the planet mile by mile, things were rapidly becoming much worse for the Shadow Collective. But not due to their battlefield capabilities, but because of the disunity that their leadership suffered.
"Forget this -we've lost too many ships! Tell Maul he's on his own!" Fife's hologram said to Rook Kast.
"This endeavor has become a massive liability. Black Sun is finished here, as well." Ziton Moj added.
Kast looked at the two crime bosses with disbelief and disgust written all over her face as she looked side to side between them. "This isn't what we agreed!" She exclaimed.
"You're the warrior. We're mercenaries-" Fife pointed out. "-And there is no profit in this fight."
Kast's face convulsed with anger before she exploded. "If you abandon your posts, I will hunt you down and kill you myself!" she threatened, half cleching her hand in a gesture that said she wanted to strangle them.
But both crime leaders were unfazed by the threat.
"Assuming you survive the day," Ziton Moj said before his and Fife's holograms disappeared.
Moments later, the mercenary fleet began to break ranks and flee into hyperspace. Kast slammed her fist against a wall when the weight of this betrayal weighed on her. That's when one of the pilots walked up to her with a report.
"Ma'am, The system is falling to the Confederacy. They've just started landing. A massive droid army is bearing down on Lord Maul's position as we speak. Commander Saxon is ordering all forces to retreat to Mandalore. But first, he wants us to pick upLord Maul." The trooper reported.
Kast looked out the viewport. All she saw were Separatist warships pounding the surface and landing droids. Meanwhile, all that was left of the Shadow Collective had either fled or been reduced to a debris field.
"Take us Lord Maul's position. We have to get him out of here." The trooper saluted, before he took the pilot's seat again, and accelerated the Nightbrother, followed by two escorts, to the surface, racing against the droid army that was converging on Maul's position.
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Night brother Village, Mother Talzin's chamber.
Maul and Grievous continued to duel one another with ferocity. When the General divided his arms, he reached for another pair of lightsabers. Pointing all of them towards Maul, he lunged forward to try and thrust them through Maul's torso. But Maul raised his Darksaber in time, miraculously blocking all four blades at the same time. But the blow pushed him back and knocked him off of his feet.
Grievous laughed maniacally, before spinning two of his blades in front of him before he marched towards Maul, slicing the floor apart with his spinning sabers. But before Maul could be turned into a diced entree, he managed to summon a force push that was aimed at Grievous
"UHN!" The General exclaimed before he was sent flying out of the hole in the side of the building.
Maul rushed up to the hole and looked down, only to see that he couldn't spot Grievous in the smoke below, caused by fires from the distant, but advancing, droid army.
"Good riddance, mechanical trash." He said before he turned back to assist his mother.
Talzin and Darth Sidious unleashing their full power on one another. Talzin's been lightning and Sidious' blue were unleashed, before connecting in the center, causing a blue-green glow to illuminate the chamber.
"How long i have waited for this!" Talzin said.
"Yes, your rush to oblivion has nearly reached its end." Sidious shot back.
Neither combatant seemed willing to back down, as they continued to strike each other with all the power that they could muster. But unbeknownst to either of them, Dooku was finally waking up from the painful ordeal that he was put through.
He summoned his blade with the force and limped over to his master's side, clutching his side, before raising his hand to unleash an arc of lightning that bolstered his master's attack, and increasing the strain on Mother Talzin's abilities.
Maul was right behind his Mother, and could feel the energy crackling around her struggling defenses. "Fight, Mother! Fight!" He urged on.
As as of this was happening, Grievous had climbed back up the side of the building, and stepped through the hole, watching the whole battle take place. He then stalked over to the side of his masters, waiting for just the right moment to strike.
A trio of Mandalorian Gauntlet fighters, the Nightbrother among them, flew down from the battle up in orbit, and flew over what looked to be a massive battle.
No. It was a slaughter. The droid army was cutting a swath of destruction across the planet, burning every settlement that was on the surface. The nightbrothers did their best to must a defense, but it was no use.
Soon, their main village was under attack.
One of the Mandalorian ships were shot down by the droid forces on the ground, before the other two reached the temple that maul was last seen entering. The Nightbrother hovered in front of a hole in the wall, and lowered the ramp.
Rook Kast and two warriors went down the ramp, looked through the hole, and saw what looked to be a light show, and ended up watching Lord Maul, standing behind an red-cloaked woman, who was absorbing the lightning strikes of two men, one of whom was Count Dooku.
Kast cupped her hands over her mouth and called out to Lord Maul over the sound of the engines. "Lord Maul! Dathomir is lost! We must retreat!" She said, as the other Mandalorian ship escorting the Nightbrother, moved to engage a pair of advancing droid gunships, only to be shot down, but not before taking one of them with it.
Maul looked over. Before he could answer, his own Mother did so for him.
"Go, my son," she urged.
He turned around and placed his hand on her shoulder.
"We can escape together!" He said.
"Not this time. If I lower my defenses, you will die." She said.
As if on queue, General Grievous slowly walked over to Talzin and Maul's position. Realizing this, Talzin used her powers to launch Maul away from her. He then flew out of the hole in the wall, and onto the ramp, where his followers each grabbed a hold of him, and struggled to bring him aboard.
"Mother!" He called out.
"We must run, Lord Maul! If we die, everything is lost!" One of the warriors exclaimed, as he and his comrades continued to contain Maul.
"Let go of me!" Maul shouted.
He then looked back inside the temple, and saw that Talzin had collapsed to her knees, expending all her energy to throw him out of the building while holding off the Sith. That's when Grievous stepped through the wall of energy that Talzin continued to keep up.
He activated both of his lightsabers. "It's time."
As Mother closed her eyes and lowered her head, she knew that her time had come.
"Mother! NO-" Maul called out
"HCK!" Talzin exclaimed, when Grievous plunged both of his blades through her chest, piercing and cooking her heart. Moments later, all the life and color drained from her body, as her life force was removed. Then he skin began to crackle, before she finally collapsed onto the ground.
The Nightsister Mother were now truly gone, as was any hope for Dathomir's natives.
"No! NO!" Maul shouted out, before his followers carried him onto the ship, and closed the ramp, allowing the Nightbrother to blast off from the village, and make for orbit, leaving Dathomir behind.
Back inside the temple, Darth Sidious, Count Dooku, and General Grievous all stood over the witch Talzin's corpse, which was turned to stone, and emitted a green mist as what remained of her magick and life force left her body.
"That witch never learned - there are those with power, and those who dream of power..." Sidious said, "...and her existence was nothing but a dream."
"My lord, forgive me-" Dooku said as he kneeled in front of Sidious, and bowed his head. "Maul has once again slipped through my grasp."
Darth Sidious looked down at his apprentice and shook his head.
"No, Count - everything happened as foreseen," the Dark Lord said, "This was a difficult piece to maneuver, but now it is in place. Empress Acina, Mother Talzin, and now Maul's futures, have all been erased..." Sidious said, as he looked out over the horizon.
He watched as droid vessels pounded faraway settlements, and deployed droid to the surface, which marched through the burning village around them, killing off the remaining inhabitants.
"...While ours is more certain than it has ever been."
The End.
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That was it folks.
Hope that you all enjoyed this story, and the elements of canon and fan-fiction that I put together.
The next story that I will be putting together is going to be a RotS story, with the Siege of Mandalore as a side plot. Keep an eye out for it.
Anyway, until next time as always, this is Grubkiller, over an out.