Well here is the next chapter! Hope you like it! As post note I had to mess with Maul's age to get the timeline right I'm not exactly sure what it was in the cannon myself. Reviews and constructive criticism is encouraged! I will write more but that of course is partly up to the reviewers. Also I started the story calling Xanatos Xantise, I went back and changed the name back in most CH but its the same person.
CH 2 (6 Years Later)
It was cold and damp, everything hurt, his left side especially. Slave that's what he was always had been. His master said some were born lucky and that he was lucky to have been born. Anger, anger was freedom; anger was an all-consuming feeling. No one could order him to be angry like they could order him to fight to help to hurt to do. Actions he could not control. Passion was his and his alone, something to call his own. His Masters voice rang in his ears the words he had said as he executed a blow with a vaspari blade to his side.
"The tenets of the Sith are more than just words to be memorized. Learn them, understand them. They will lead you to the true power of the Force; the power of the dark side."
The punishment he had received for ignorance and failure, among them for not killing a Naboo pilot but taking him in for questioning. His skin was smooth free of the red and black paint applied as tradition over the natural red and black tattoos he possessed. He felt naked; the paint was like a metal mask, although looked upon by outsiders as a tradition coating the paint he used was secretly infused with Nano droids, capable of protecting his face from extreme heat and explosions. He licked his lips, chapped for want of water and repeatedthe Sith code aloud more out of habit then for comfort. "Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory."
"Through victory, my chains are broken. The Force shall free me." A male voice rang out clearly into the dim cell.
Maul turned his head slowly. "Came to gloat did you?"
I deep laugh of mirth resounded and the voice deepened. "I'm not Xanatos"
"Well curse you to the Jedispit temple Kenobi, leave what do you need off me?"
The door to the cell was slid open and then closed. "I've brought bakta spray." Said Obi Wan with a hint of irony in his voice he was clad in a Naboo lieutenants uniform save the discarded helmet.
"Take it to the nine hells Kenobi," snapped Maul "I don't need your pity and I won't owe you one."
"Your choice," shrugged Obi Wan with feign hurt in his voice, "I though you would be grateful for my consideration, after all here you are at the bottom of the Naboo palace, in prison unbeknownst to anyone but myself and Lord Sideous in the capital city of Naboo itself. Now as resourceful as you may be I doubt even you would be able to crawl out of this hole."
Maul gnashed his teeth together. "Fine unchain me and let me do it myself."
Obi Wan raised an eyebrow his intelligent eyes which made him appear older than his true age glinted "Now, now we wouldn't want you going on a rampage and running all over the palace wreaking havoc would we?"
"Then you may leave Kenobi," Snapped Maul, "I have no need of help from cowards who can't even take on a wounded man."
Maul waited, Kenobi rose to the bait and released the chains holding his arms a shame his leg was still chained. In one quick fluid motion he grabbed the bakta and then suddenly spin kicked Kenobi into the wall so fast that Kenobi had no time to react to the shriek of danger in the force. Kenobi groaned steading himself then with a gasp slid down to his knee clutched at his chest.
"Looks like I wasn't the only one master was displeased with was I?" Maul gloated in satisfactory, and began to apply a coat of bakta to the left side of his stomach. Kenobi spat on Mauls boot.
"Kriffin ingrate I fell in disfavor for a very particular reason." Kenobi snapped losing his previous bantering personality. "You should be grateful."
"Don't make me laugh Kenobi anything you do will be for your own benefit, don't tell me you are growing sentimental in your old age." Maul hissed the last few words hating to be in anyone's debt. "What was the price for the bakta?"
"It was not the price for the bakta rather the price of a visit; I'm supposed to get under your skin." Kenobi said tartly sliding the grate of the prison shut and leaning against the opposite wall.
"You're doing a pretty bad job of it then," A cruel laugh escaped Maul.
"He never said figuratively speaking," Obi Wan smirked, "The bakta is meant to go under the skin and I was the one who brought it."
"What is it you really want? You're not the self-sacrificing type I should know."
"We both know who our Lord prefers." Obi Wan said slyly as he uncorked a flask of water. Maul's eyes darted to it for a second but it was all Kenobi needed. Maul cursed himself silently for his weakness.
"Maybe if you would have behaved I would have shared," jeered Kenobi "Ah well," he spilled the rest of the contents on the floor in a slow trickle. "Well look at the bright side at least I left proof of your torment."
"Xanatos" Maul shuddered cursing himself once more for his weakness.
"The one and only," Kenobi said his face pensive. "He makes it no big secret that if the time comes he will let us die."
"Us? Senility was never a part of your profile Kenobi, there is no us, there is you me and beloved Xanatos. Or were you punished with a blow to the head as well?"
Kenobi's eyes darkened "Do you remember Hoth?"
"Yes Jedispit I do he stranded us there, we were fortunate the smuggling operation was close to us otherwise we would have frozen like silerian lizards."
"Well then I will leave you to ah meditate on this predicament."
"Don't mock me Kenobi," yelled Maul. Meditate, M…m..m Meditate? Kenobi was a dangerous one but weren't they all? Curse it all, curse his life, curse them all Xantise and Kenobi and yes even his Lord with his shifty red blue eyes. Anger boiled inside him hate, hate and pain anger at the injustice of his captivity to the dark sisters at birth. Some were born lucky, into wealthy families into honor and power he, he was lucky to be born.
It's rather tricky the take on Obi Wans personality, because of all that's happened to him but by thirteen a child already has the basis of a personality hence Obi Wans dry wit and morbid sense of humor. If you comment do give me feedback on my take of this.
