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Darth Maul fixed his gaze on the upcoming planet. Coruscant, all one massive city. He despised coming here, for any reason, but his mission called for it. He was looking forward to getting it over with and going off planet as soon as possible, so he might finally have a bit of fun with his new toy.
Lord Sidious had instructed him to take a female, on the grounds that lust was an emotion that pushed a person further into the Dark Side than they already were. His Master also commented that lust was a feeling like no other, once it had touched you, try as you may it would never totally dissapear unless satisfyed. Instead, it would lay in wait, until a person least expected it, to rear its head once more. Maul didn't understand Sidious' on this last part, nor did he really want to. He did his Master's bidding without fault or need of comprehension, and this time was no exception; in fact he looked forward to breaking the self imposed celibacy he had lived in for so long now.
The Zeltron girl pulled her tunic over her head, and wound her dark tresses into a knot at the back of her head. She ran her fingers through her damp hair, catching as many of the tangles as possible. Nadari lamented not having a haircomb for a split-second, but it was what it was. She would go her entire life without a haircomb to be back at her home as a free woman.
Nadari sat perched on the edge of the bed, hands held in her lap. She stared down at them, and realized she hadn't slept in almost two days now...ever since she was brough to that Outer Rim post. She let herself settle back, and rolled to her side, resting her head on an arm. Beyond exhausted, she thought to herself. But the thought of sleeping anywhere within a mile-long radius of him made her cringe, who knew what he was going to do to her. Or when. Her eyes didn't seem to want to keep open, so she relented. Just a nap, she assured herself right before drifting off into sleep.
Nadari found no solace in sleep, either. Although her body rested, her mind did not. The nightmares had come almost daily since being taken. Sometimes she relived, in sickening detail, the evening of her capture. Other times she was haunted by past experiences, old ghosts that gnawed at her till she awoke in a fit of tears, anger, and shame. Nadari almost feared her sleep more than anything these days. It was up to the dream to let her go, not the other way around. And they never let go soon enough.
"You cannot do this, Nadari! It is against our way of life!!" Her mother's anguished voice trailed after her.
Nastaran had known for what seemed like ages know that her daughter had every intention of turning her unborn child over to the courts. She must persuade her otherwise; such an action went against both their code of the Sacred Way, surely her daughter would learn to cherish a life begotten from her own life.
"All life is precious, not matter how its formed." Nastaran tried to reassure the laboring girl. Her mother refused to take her to any clinic, fearing she may tell the midwives that the child wasn't wanted. And the midwives would, of course, wisk the infant away once she told them it was concieved out of rape.
"I don't want this, mother. I will never be able to love it!!" Nadari's head swam, surely this pain was worse than a thousand deaths. Her whole body seemed gripped in the contractions, which came with a dizzying frequency. She bunched her fist into the bedsheets and a pained moan escaped her lips, accompanied by a gush of fluid from between her legs.
"Hush, child." Her mother chided gently, scooting closer and prying her legs open, "This should be over soon, and you will be holding your own son or daughter in your arms."
Another wave of spasms washed over Nadari, and she knew she was going to be sick. Nastaran must've sensed it, too. As Nadari's head lolled over the side of the bed, her hands swiftly pulled her hair out of the way as she vomited. "Its, OK, darling," Nastaran cooed, smoothing her daughter's hair back, "Pain often makes people physically sick. but its almost over."
"I can't, I can't! What a cursed life, to have a mother who can never love you?! Who sees only the face of the man who raped her when she looks at her child?!" She hurled back in contempt, twisting the sheets again in agony. The waves of pain now came one right after the other, making her barely aware of anything. She thought she heard her mother say something, but couldn't make it out despite her being inches away.
"A son!" Nastaran beamed as she cleaned the wailing infant. A son, Nadari thought. Pehaps he would look just like her rapist.
"Take him away from here, Mother! Please, please give him to the high courts to find a home for him!"
Nastaran remained slient, and placed the crying baby on Nadari's chest, much to her daughter's obvious dismay. Nadari didn't want to touch him, but instinct lead her to cradle him in her arms, to make his cries stop. He was so very tiny, and so beautiful; her hands stroked his little bald scalp, went over the rigdes on his skull, and she was crying herself. Except for his deep red skin, the boy looked just like her.
"He looks like me." Nadari stated with a sniffle as she smiled at her son. Her son.
Nadari woke with a start, sitting bolt upright in the dark room. It must be night, she said to herself. Her breathing was hard and fast. That dream was one of the worst, she swore each time it happened it stole a little piece of her soul. Her hands brushed her hair our of her face, and went to her neck, searching for the locket, ready to play the hologram again.
Gone!
She leapt fromt he bed, thinking it may have come loose from her neck earlier. Nadari exited the room, and almost ran down the passage, her eyes alert for the little metal disk. None such luck there. The lavender eyed girl really just wanted to find it before her Master did. Her feet slowed as she came to the cockpit, and in the darkness her eyes spied the familiar blue glow of a hologram. Her hologram, to be exact.
Maul held the trinket in his palm, gaze fixed on the minute image of Nadari and the little boy. Although he didn't care, he did find it mildly interesting that the girl had a child. Actually, the child part wasn't what interested him so much as the species of the said child. Zeltrons were red, yes. But not so much so as this one. Maul had felt Nadari's presence already, but kept his attention to the hologram. The boy, Jero, showed his infectious grin again amidst the blue haze. A mouth full of sharp, pointed grey teeth. Darth Maul sneered and snapped the locket shut.
A/N: I just noticed that I misspelled Coruscant all in chp. 2....ugh, apologies! Also this one was rather short, but it seemed better than making one HUGE chp. Thanks to those who reveiwed, and keep the R&R coming guys. Feedback is appreciated :-)