A coming of age (of sorts) for Maris and a newly magnificent one gains her name.

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Chapter 23: This One Is Different

Felucia, Maris's home, 8 BBY 8 months, 8 days, 14 hours

A few hours later that day, Maris awoke again, only to find Shaak had left. The Zabrak decided to head for her home and wait until Shaak would return from whatever she was doing. But the elder Togruta master did not return, and Maris started to wonder. She said she wanted to discuss about my friend from Dathomir … and that can only be one person, clearly.

Once she arrived at her modest little home, Maris changed out of her loose gown and into her normal attire for working and training on Felucia – tight black pants and boots made from the hide of a deceased rancor, and a minimal silk bra top that supported her breasts but little else. The steamy climate of the planet rarely changed, but, in a way, it was comforting in its predictability. Maris first made the rounds and checked on the acolytes, visiting the bunkhouse and the Assembly Hall, giving some training tips here and there. She looked around, but didn't see Shaak, although the Intrepid was in its normal place nearby. The Master is probably in the vault so I should not disturb her.

Maris walked back to her home and went back inside. She picked up her lightsabre and switched it on, the blue blade humming to life. For a few seconds, she just stared at it, considering a myriad of topics. She pushed the door open with the Force and stepped outside, then proceeded to do some basic moves with the sabre while continuing to think about things. It's now been over ten years that we've been on this planet. I've learned so many things and I now have so much responsibility. It would be foolish to jeopardize that by getting into trouble with Maul.

At the thought of her fellow Zabrak, who seemed to be in some kind of trouble, Maris then stopped and switched off the blade. She then sat on the ground and started to meditate. About fifteen minutes later, her housemate, the onetime Jedi Knight Varda Wahi had returned home, wearing one of the saris (of her favorite color green) made from the silk that Shaak had shown her how to cultivate and then make into garment-suitable material. Varda was carrying a basket filled with various vegetables that grew in the nearby area, and, slung over her shoulder, the carcasses of two small game hens. Seeing Maris in meditation, she tiptoed toward the door, not wanting to disturb her housemate, who had gradually become a dear friend.

The Zabrak sensed Varda's arrival and decided to end her session, wanting very much to discuss things with her friend. Maris rose and soon followed Varda into the home. The elder woman had gone into the modest kitchen and was starting to get things organized. As Maris saw her, she smiled and came out to meet her in the main room. The two clasped hands, then traded quick kisses on the cheek, finally ending in a short hug. This was the normal way that Zabrak women who were close friends greeted each other. The Zabrak species were usually slow to trust and become close, but once they did, such relationships were treasured.

"How are you, dear?" Varda sang out pleasantly, as Maris stood there smiling.

"Better, now that you're back," she answered, in a monotone.

"Oh? Wanna talk about, it, love?"

"Yes. I do. Varda, you've been around a lot longer than I have … so I tend to value your experience." Maris then opened the couple's little fridge and took out a bottle of ale. Removing the cap with the Force, she raised the bottle to her lips, tilted it skyward, and proceeded to guzzle a good quarter of the contents. She then set the bottle down on the counter top.

"I'll help you with dinner." Noticing the hens, she smiled again. "Let's use one of the Master's recipes for those. I'll get the grill going."

"You want to do the dressing and cleaning?" Varda chuckled.

"Sure …" Maris smiled, making a sweet face. Varda had only been home for a few minutes and already things seemed a bit brighter.

Varda started paring some of the sprouts and a couple of vine ripened fruits. After peeling them, she sliced them into strips, then prepared them with spices for the grill.

About a half-hour later, everything was prepared and taken off the grill. The two women sat down to eat at the dining table and Maris poured Varda a glass of ale. They toasted each other quickly.

"To the Force – and our continued success." Maris pronounced, as she raised her glass.

"To the Force," Varda answered softly.

The two gently clinked glasses, then each drank a good swig.

"Let's eat …" Maris said softly.

The two then tucked into their grilled meat and veggies, which had been cooked to perfection.

"So …" Varda chuckled. "What's on your mind?"

Maris sat back, took another swig of ale, and began.

"You remember Paul, right? The guy I met almost two years ago on Charros IV?"

"Sure, you told me it was the former Darth Maul … but he's become more of a businessman these days." Varda then laughed, "if you consider Crimson Dawn a reputable business."

The elder lady had been studying some of the holocrons that Shaak had been using to catalog her store of knowledge since moving to Felucia over ten years ago. It hadn't taken her long to get up to speed regarding various Galactic events and some of the key players in the Imperial era.

"Well, Varda, I just happened to run into him again the other day at The Wheel. He came up and sat down next to me at the bar in the Players Club. He basically asked me to carry out an execution for him."

A flash of alarm crossed the older woman's face, but she remained outwardly calm. "Hmm … did he say exactly whom he wants … removed?"

"Not in so many words, but I have a feeling I know who it is. We were talking right as you sent me the com message that the Master wanted that "all hands" meeting last night."

"You're not going to do it, are you?"

Maris shook her head and smiled. "Of course not … but that's really not what I'm concerned about. You're probably going to laugh at this, but I feel a little sympathetic towards him."

"How so?"

"He seems like a tragic figure, from what I've learned. The Master told me what had happened to him – he was corrupted earlier in his life by the Sith and used as a pawn. But that's not all … somehow he survived certain death and later came back."

"Okay, sure. I understand, plus maybe because he's a fellow Zabrak?"

"Not really. But I doubt he has any love for the Empire."

"Maybe … but he's not someone we can trust. Shaak will not want him coming here under any circumstances."

Maris nodded, vigorously. "No denying that. She'd have to neutralize him, and I certainly don't want that."

"So, what are you thinking of doing?"

"I'm going to follow up. I want to get a better lay of the land, so to speak."

The two of them were silent for a bit as they each finished their dinner plates.

Varda took a swig of her ale. "I guess you'll want to move on this soon?"

"Yeah. I might need to get back to you so keep your com open. I'll send you my location, as it changes."

Maris helped Varda clear the table. After they had washed and dried the dishes together, the Zabrak went into the main room and flopped down on her favorite chair.

"Care for a smoke?"

Varda laughed. "Maybe just a pinch …"

Maris produced a pipe and a small pouch, from which she took a bit of buu'raa, the popular mildly hallucinogenic substance grown on Shili. Shaak had begun cultivating it on Felucia within a year of their arrival. The climate was perfect for it and the plant grew quickly. Even the rancors had discovered it and liked to chew it after their meals. As Maris lit the bowl via the Force, she drew a full breath of the smoke and passed the pipe to Varda.

Varda chuckled as Maris exhaled, producing a cloud of sweet-smelling smoke.

"I don't even need to inhale …"

Maris shot her a glance, then began giggling. "You need to relax, friend."

After an hour or so of banter, both women were "under the influence" but they soon grew drowsy and went to bed. When Varda awoke the next morning, Maris had left in the Forager.

Felucia, Shaak's home, 8 BBY 8 months, 7 days, 10 hours

Varda went over to Shaak's home and found the Master in meditation, so she waited outside for a bit. Shaak soon detected her and called her inside.

"What's going on?" the Togruta asked quietly.

"Not that much, but Maris and I had a talk last night … about Maul."

Shaak smiled. "So she's gone off to The Wheel again?"

"I'd expect so. She left before I awoke this morning."

"Are you concerned over her … perhaps a little bit?"

Varda stared blankly ahead. "I don't know … should I be?"

"Not really. Maris will be fine. I'm not worried about Maul. Actually, I think he needs her."

"Yes. She told me as much. He has an 'assignment' for her, but I don't think she'll take it."

Shaak chuckled for a second, then stared at Varda with her dark eyes. "She knows better than to do that. Ten years of training have taught her the value of avoiding rash actions. Something Mister Maul would do well to observe."

Varda returned the chuckle. "But of course, Master Shaak …"

"I don't know whether you're aware of this, but Maris has greatly grown in terms of powers and abilities, beyond even what she is aware of herself."

Varda shook her head, slowly. "No, I wasn't … but there is something about her now. She seems quite calm and relaxed. I wouldn't want to be on the wrong side of her."

"You've done so much for her, Varda. I've greatly enjoyed watching your interactions."

"And I am happy to have done it. After what happened to young Eo and then my friend Devin, it has been gratifying to work with someone like Maris. She is always trying to learn and very respectful of her teachers."

"Yes," Shaak smiled. "I'm quite thankful for that. That day I met her, I really didn't know what kind of person she would be and if I could train her … But my expectations have been exceeded in every possible way."

Varda nodded. "You have told me about your earlier Padawans. It had to be so difficult for you to embark on another mission of this kind."

"Except this one was very different. We were running for our very lives. We both knew it and it brought us together. But Maris is really an intelligent young person and I was most fortunate to have found her. As we say, it was the Will of the Force."

The Wheel, 8 BBY 8 months, 7 days, 14 hours

The Forager had returned to The Wheel, and as soon as Maris had taken her assigned landing platform, she pulled out her com and tapped a few buttons. Soon Maul answered.

"Ah, you've returned. Are you now ready to work together, my friend?"

"Meet me at PJ's, in about 15 minutes, K?"

She then switched off the com and returned to her quarters on the ship. Maris then donned a loose-fitting navy dress that hit around her mid-thigh. She strapped her sabre around her right thigh but the loose skirt covered it smoothly. She then placed a long, thin metallic device inside each of her boots before pulling them on. Finally, her look was completed with dark glasses and a wide brimmed dark leather hat. Maris went into the ship's washroom and checked her look in the mirror, applying a touch of foundation to take the shine off her cheeks, then a slight application of eyeliner to complement her red eyes, followed with a spritz of perfume that gave her a scent of Felucian may-apple blossoms – which were not poisonous to Zabraks and somewhat erotic.

As she left Forager behind, Maris turned and waved a hand, which sealed the ship. She quickly boarded the inter-station transport tube and was soon whisked to her destination. Checking the time on her com, she made sure to be about two minutes late so as to keep him waiting.

PJ's was a dimly-lit bar that served mostly hard liquor and some thick dried-meat cuts for patrons to munch on. The clientele there were well-heeled but serious people, who had no problem paying 100 credits a drink for well-aged single malts and blends. This was not a party spot, and the air was often thick with clouds of spice smoke. There were screens on the wall, showing sporting events and Galactic business news, but no gambling machines like at the Players Club and the gatherings were usually small – two or three at a time. Maul was waiting at a booth in the back and Maris soon found him. He'd started his first drink and was about to order another when he saw her. "Paul" was wearing a dark suit and had on a fedora with a red brim. He too wore sunglasses. As she approached, he rose to greet her. They exchanged elbow bumps, another Zabrak custom.

He was somewhat aroused by her and her use of Zabrak mating customs, but decided to keep it strictly on business.

"Lady Brood …" he intoned, exaggerating her name by extending the "ooo" sound as he spoke it.

"Ah, nice to see you, Paul. You're looking … well."

"Please have a seat, dear. Might I order you a drink?"

"Almanian Rye would be good … and some of the jerky."

Maul tapped a few buttons on the table console, then eyed Maris as she sat down, whisking her skirt in quickly.

They stared at each other for a few seconds, then he broke the ice.

"I take it you are ready to consider my offer …"

"The price will be steep." She gave him a quick downward nod, her eyes betraying nothing, as she removed her shades.

The whiskey soon arrived, and Maris took a quick sip. She smiled. "Smooth …"

Maul smiled in a strange way – that was probably normal for him – then laughed quietly.

"You are a very unique lady, Miss Maris, so unique, in fact … you are the perfect one for the job."

"Which is?"

Maul finished his first drink with one swallow and rang for another. He cracked a wry smile and nodded imperceptibly.

"I … have had … a reassessment … over the correct way to handle this. I want you to approach Lady Qi'ra … chat her up, woman to woman. Tell her your 'concerns' about me. Feel her out … do we understand each other?"

"I think so," Maris replied evenly. She raised her whiskey glass and sipped it again, then reached for a piece of spicy Shilian jerky. As she chewed it, she gazed back at Maul.

"You'd be doing good by us," Maul explained. "Plus … I don't know how much you've heard, but there is something of a rebel movement afoot in the Galaxy."

"Sure, there is talk – here and there. But why would you bring it up?"

"Because it might just make it easier for us to do business. Do you know of someone called Enfys Nest?"

She shook her head slightly. "Should I?"

"Only this – she heads up a rebel organization called the Cloud Riders and they stole some of our coaxium about two years ago. This is another job I have for someone …"

"And you think I might know where to find her?"

"Dear lady … about six years ago, someone working for us killed Nest's mother on Savareen. That person – known simply as Vacle – recovered some fuel the Riders stole from us earlier … then, the Riders struck again … four years later, with an attack that took out one of my best men – Tobias Beckett – and they made off with about 16 canisters. A grifter named Solo was helping them."

Maris nodded. "I see. So it's an ongoing fight with them."

"One you can help us win. I wasn't born yesterday. I can see you have great power. It should be a simple matter for you to take them out."

"Paul … what makes you think the fuel they took two years ago is still in their possession? Likely it's already been spent."

"Of course it has … but I want to put an end to their marauding ways. What do you say?"

"I will consider it."

She had finished her drink and ordered another, which soon arrived. After receiving it, Maris then continued.

"What's the best place to find Qi'ra?"

"Quite possibly, right here… on The Wheel."

"Hmm … I will contact her."

Maris pulled out her com and retrieved the contact, then sent a typed message: We need to meet, matters of mutual interest. I'll be at the Dewdrop around 2000. Come alone. Brood out.

She then asked Maul, "Vacle? Who was that?"

Maul chuckled. "We figured it was one of the Jedi survivors who turned rogue. The word is she executed four of the Cloud Riders with a lightsabre – that had a blue blade."

Maris thought about this for a second. "By any chance, would you know where this Vacle was from?"

"Yes … the planet Mirial. Normally a respectable place, with peaceful people, and loyal to the Empire."

Maris laughed softly. So it was Barriss Offee. We were wondering what happened to her. Interesting to hear she was not so innocent after all. "Paul, when was the last you heard anything about her?"

He cleared his throat, then took a swig of whiskey. "We wanted to approach her about a possible job – I won't go into detail about that – so we put out feelers on Mirial."

"Did anything come of it?"

"Unfortunately, not. It appears all of her property and effects were liquidated."

"Really? Who was connected with that?"

"It turns out we got a name, but I cannot place it … a Doctor Ashli Tanner."

"Ashli Tanner," Maris repeated softly.

"You know this person?" Maul asked, lazily, as he grabbed another hunk of jerky, then washed it down and signaled for a refill.

Maris shook her head. "Just running the name over."

After another half hour, Maris figured their discussion wasn't really going anywhere, and she wanted to wrap it up. Her glass was empty and she wanted to get some shut-eye before meeting with Qi'ra. She got to her feet and stood at the side of the booth. Maul groggily got to his feet as well. The two bumped elbows, and she turned to go.

Over her shoulder, Maris remarked, "I'll get back to you after I meet with the Corellian."

The Wheel, 8 BBY 8 months, 7 days, 20 hours

After a long nap and some meditation, Maris headed over to the Dewdrop Inn, where her Twi'lek admirer Verenia happily greeted her.

"Ooh, Miss Maris! So beautiful tonight … I've missed you, sweety."

Maris chuckled. "Good to see you too, love. I'm meeting someone here tonight."

She went on to describe Qi'ra's basic look.

"Oh, she's here, the lucky dog …" Verenia laughed. "Have a great time."

Maris smiled, then proceeded over to a table where Qi'ra was waiting. The Corellian curtsied to her once she had arrived.

"I've reserved a quieter spot," Qi'ra remarked.

"Lead the way," Maris simply smirked.

They went to a private stall that was sound-proof and took their seats on a comfortably cushioned lounge bench, located next to a bed.

"What's your pleasure?" Qi'ra chirped, amiably.

"Just ale for me."

After some light banter, where Qi'ra mostly talked about some Galactic events, and Maris inquired how business was going, they got down to the heart of the matter.

"You said," reminded Qi'ra, "you had matters of mutual interest …"

"I did," Maris smiled. "My dear Lady Qi'ra, I've been spending time with Paul."

"Have you now?" The Corellian joked. "I can't imagine what you see in him."

"Oh, get your mind out of the gutter … you know I'm a businesswoman. But I think you had best beware. He's not terribly happy with you …"

"Do tell." Qi'ra's manner grew serious.

"I think he's looking to pull the plug on your position," Maris deadpanned. "He offered me a job. Two, actually. But I won't go into detail."

"I hadn't realized you were a Guild member … something of a free agent, perhaps?"

"That's need-to-know only. But I'd watch my back if I were you."

"Thank you so much," Qi'ra chuckled. "Wanna lie down?"

"Sure …"

For some reason, Maris found the Corellian woman attractive. Maybe it was the affected accent, or her perfume, but it hardly mattered. Maris lay atop the soft bed and Qi'ra snuggled in between her legs, while the Zabrak massaged her shoulders. The two shared a slight lingering kiss, then relaxed next to each other. I can't betray her to Maul. I actually like both of these people. How would Master Shaak handle this?

From Qi'ra's point of view, the Zabrak's chiseled physique and easy swagger were a tease, but at the same time she looked sexy in a dress and could conduct herself in a professional manner. Having Maris as a business associate might work out well. Plus she knows how to handle a lightsabre and who knows what else.

The two fell asleep for about 90 minutes. When they awoke, Maris looked Qi'ra in the eye. "Anything else you need from me?"

She thought for a second. "Ah, yes. Where did you two meet?"

"PJ's."

Qi'ra nodded. "OK, I appreciate that."

Maris stood up and yawned. She then ambled over to the mirror and checked her many braids, then smoothed her dress.

"Lady Q, I have to go."

"So soon?" Qi'ra seemed disappointed.

Maris looked at her sympathetically, then gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "'fraid so … but keep in touch."

Qi'ra laughed. "Count on it."

The Corellian stood up and sighed, watching Maris's easy gait as she walked away. She then pulled out her com and tapped a couple of buttons.

"Do you recall that talk we had, back on Void? … Time to put the plan into motion."

Felucia, Assembly Hall, 8 BBY 7 months, 23 days, 12 hours

Varda and Maris were talking Order business in the small office that Shaak had created at the Assembly Hall. The Master allowed both of her Knights to use it from time to time, so long as they locked up afterwards. After reviewing the progress of the various acolytes and noting both Padawans' budding leadership skills, Maris then asked the older woman a question, one which she phrased in her unique way.

"Ashli … Tanner. Does this name mean anything to you?"

Varda started to shake her head, but then paused. "Not exactly. But, for some reason, it sounds familiar."

"How so?"

Varda sighed. "It seems like it might be an alias – for our friend Fulcrum."

Maris then chuckled. "Ahsoka Tano … oh, sure …"

"Question is," Varda noted, pinching her lips slightly, as her face grew taut, "Where did you hear this name?"

"Maul mentioned it, during our meeting on The Wheel. We were at a 'gentlemen's establishment.'"

"Sounds expensive … are you freely spending the Master's money?"

Maris shook her head tightly, in short jerks, as she chuckled. "Research."

"Mentioned it how? In what context?"

"Well … he didn't know it at the time – and I didn't tell him – that he was talking about Barriss Offee."

Varda reacted to that name. "What did he say about Barriss?"

"Only that she had an estate on Mirial, but he mentioned the name 'Vacle.' Must have been an alias she was using. Certainly a better one than Ashli Tanner."

"So why do you think Maul was looking for Barriss?"

"Do you recall the discussion we had a few years ago on your then home of Iwaki? It seems she pulled a job for Crimson Dawn, and she executed some members of a gang called the Cloud Riders."

Varda whistled softly at that. "Oh yes … I remember. Barriss was always a little strange. So was her master, Luminara Unduli."

At that point, the two were in deep thought, concentrating, so much so, that they didn't realize Shaak had joined them.

"Good afternoon, ladies…" Shaak chuckled. "What's the latest?"

Maris filled her in on the discussion with Maul. When she finished, Shaak asked for the seat behind the desk, which Varda graciously yielded to her. The Togruta then gazed at both of them in turn.

"You realize, of course, that Maul is not someone that we want to be divulging any information to."

Maris nodded. "Sure, Master Shaak, but it seems he might have much to tell us. Did you know what Barriss was up to … where do you think she went?"

"That is a question that I have no answer for, at present. But the Force is telling me she is still alive, however, she's not in this galaxy."

Varda and Maris glanced at each other. The notion of leaving the Galaxy was not something people thought too much about.

"Are you saying that maybe she has?" Varda asked.

Shaak nodded slowly. "I think we have to consider it, but ... someone might have helped her to do exactly that."

The others had nothing to say in response to this, and they quietly considered this notion. Anyone that could freely travel between galaxies – if that is truly what happened – was likely capable of feats not seen in this, the home galaxy of the Empire and all other reference points they had. No more was said about this by Shaak or her two immediate subordinates.

Falleen, SE Mid Rim, 8 BBY 4 months, 15 days

Lady Qi'ra and her three subordinates – all men she trusted – arrived on the Mid Rim world of Falleen, a place she had been to once before. It was a temperate planet, with mountains, plains, oceans, and jungle-like areas near the tropical and equatorial zones. The native species – the Falleens – were a reptilian sort, but of fairly high intelligence. Some of them were drawn to the syndicates because of the structure these organizations provided. Being a species hatched from eggs, there was not always a strong sense of family among the Falleens and the brighter ones among them wanted that. Syndicates like Black Sun – a hard organization to crack into unless one could demonstrate ability in various skill-sets – provided that sense of belonging.

The one called Xizor (pronounced ZHEE-zor) was of high birth on his home world, but was educated elsewhere, having as a child attracted the attention of the regional "Vigo" (similar to a "capo" in mafia groups on Earth), also a Falleen, who took the boy under his wing some thirty years earlier. Xizor had gained the title "Prince" but it was more of an honorific than a designation of any royal status. Still, his subordinates addressed him as "your highness" at times. He was a canny individual, quick to size up a situation and able to tell how the chips would fall should a confrontation take place. The transition to Empire didn't alter his business structure all that much, other than create a new set of officials to bribe. In fact, there were some ways in which the Imperials were preferable to the Republic, because the presence of the Commerce Guild and Trade Federation unnecessarily complicated matters. So few people were happier to see the change than Prince Xizor, but there was just one stumbling block in his path – Darth Vader.

The problem with Vader was that he wasn't motivated by money, only a strange sense of pride – or so it seemed. And there were times that he had to score points with the Emperor – who, in reality, couldn't care less – by appearing to "clean up" syndicate activity in one region or another in the Galaxy. But for the most part, Xizor could work around Vader and his Inquisitorium, and even provided tips to them in return for various "favors."

Qi'ra, sharp woman that she was, had become aware of this operational framework and had struck up a working relationship with Black Sun, an organization far easier to work with than any of the Hutt clans. Her shuttle down from the Crimson Dawn "yacht" had brought her to a landing platform that was part of the "palace" (really more of an elegant office block) of Prince Xizor. She had changed into something suitably elegant – a long gown and robe – for the meeting and as she arrived at the complex, he greeted her personally. As she sauntered into the reception area, the prince stood, then bowed to her and kissed her hand as she offered it. Qi'ra turned to her men and asked them to wait behind while she accompanied Xizor into the inner sanctum.

Once there, he offered her a glass of sparkling wine, bright blue in color.

"That's the Vaynaian bubbly, yes?" She chirped happily.

"Indeed, my lady …" the slightly hissed reply came.

She sipped it, then smiled. "It's exquisite."

"Please, have a seat and take a load off those pretty feet …" Xizor laughed at his self-perceived wit.

"Why, thank you …" she responded gently.

"What can I do for you?" He asked, extending his hand in an accommodating gesture.

Qi'ra sat back and exhaled, then leaned forward with a slight smile on her face.

"Well, your highness, there is one thing … I'm having a problem with a certain business associate."

"Do tell," Xizor hissed, clasping his hands together, then leaning slightly forward, a thin grin on his face.

"It's just that he fails to understand certain … business imperatives. And it's probably time for C.D. to cut our losses."

She held up her com device and produced a holo image of Maul.

"Are you familiar with this one?"

Xizor's face remained neutral. He, of course, was well aware of Black Sun's prior troubles with the Dathomiri Zabrak, and considered what she was saying carefully.

"What would you have me do, my lady?"

"Oh, not to worry, I'm not asking you to stick your neck out. It just so happens I have the perfect solution."

"Which is?"

"I understand that your organization has a … relationship … with certain Imperial assets, namely the Inquisitorium. Am I correct?'

He chuckled at her presumption. "You might be …"

She continued. "I'm thinking you might do somebody a major favor … it's well known that a Force sensitive individual is worth plenty to the right parties. All you need do is drop a name … in the right ear. My organization can provide locations and times."

He remained silent for a bit, presumably thinking it over. A chance to be rid of Maul? This could be worth plenty. But it could also backfire. The chance for anonymity is slight. He'll put it together. Still …

"Okay. I agree in principle. My people will contact your people." He then rose and walked toward her, and made a gesture with his wine glass. "Some more bubbly, Lady Qi'ra?" His voice lingered over the syllables of her name.

She also rose. "Why, thank you."

He drew closer to her. "To a fruitful arrangement."

Galactic Group 25, 8 BBY 0 months, 3 days

Su and her newest protégé – now another year older – were together on the Dark Ship, standing outside on its surface, and taking in the view of a spectacular galaxy, one several times larger than the primary galaxy of Group 17 (Shaak and Maris's home), nearly one million light years across. The colossal collection of stars shone in various colors of the visible light spectrum, as it glittered before them, nearly three million light years away.

"Behold, my child, something as magnificent as you are – a place where anything can happen, where the Force is understood to a degree not known elsewhere."

"Mama, I want to know it."

"And you shall, my wonderful child. No powers will be beyond your grasp. But all in good time."

"Mama, does this galaxy have an empress?"

"Yes, my child, and an emperor too. In fact they are known – and worshiped – as the Pontificates. Two magnificent leaders who have made Group 25 the greatest I have yet seen, and I have existed for thousands of years."

"Are they in contact with other galaxies? Maybe they could rule the universe?"

Su chuckled. "My darling. Something you will come to know – no one can truly be said to 'rule'. Their mission is to guide, to be a Bridge to greater things for all of the sentients – quadrillions – in their incredible group of galaxies."

The girl stood up, then turned back to her mother – the only other person she had yet to know in her short life.

"How many galaxies in this group?"

"An even one hundred, but most are not fully functioning as advanced civilizations, as the primary galaxy of Group 25. The Pontificates are all powerful. I have learned much from them myself, as they have existed for a million years."

"So, Mama, are you their child?"

"Not exactly – they have many children, who assist in guiding Group 25 … but my role in the universe is to be a servant of the Guides."

"Like them … here?"

Su nodded softly, then caressed her daughter's lovely hair.

"You may think of it that way. But I will be your guide, and now it is time for you to receive your first title – a name, if you please."

"I am ready, dearest Mama."

"From this day forward, you shall be Magnifica. A person of great promise and power, but also of elegance and grace. These are roles you shall grow into – however long it may take – that will be up to you."

"Thank you, Mama. I am now Magnifica."

With that, the girl held out her hands proudly and aimed straight ahead. First came bolts of lightning, in tentative jagged fashion, but soon they were direct and massive, soaring to 1000kW. She then altered them into laser-like beams and surged them into the rocks on the ship's surface, which soon turned molten and red hot. Then, she turned toward her mother and aimed the blasts at her. Su proudly extended her hands and pulled the current into herself with a motion that seemed to extinguish Magnifica's energy blasts.

"Very well done, my dear child. Your talents continue. But you have so much further to go. As you will learn in the years ahead. Soon, I am going to give you a companion. You will come to love her as a sister in time, though it will be strange for a while because I am the only one you have known."

The young lady simply nodded, already being wise enough to know that her mother would only give her knowledge in predetermined amounts.

"Mama … someday I want to meet the Pontificates. Are they beautiful and wonderful?"

"In every way, my child. And they fulfill that role for everyone they come into contact with. But that day is far away now for you. Your life is going to be endless and you will be at my side, learning of the universe."

Dathomir, 7 BBY 10 months 25 days

About six weeks later, the Forager had just dropped from hyperspace and Maris looked around. Dathomir was a planet she was well familiar with during her Jedi days but it had been over eleven years since she'd been there. Looks the same as always …

In her head, she knew this might be a mistake, wanting to check on Maul. He'd earlier indicated he wanted to return home for some reason or another, but in her heart – at least one of them – Maris felt a bit of remorse for having visited with Qi'ra earlier and warning her, knowing she might decide to take action. The truth of the matter was that she was friendly with both Maul and Qi'ra – and despite any misgivings Shaak might have had about them, Maris told herself that her master was expecting her to work these details out on her own. I'm a big girl now in her eyes. She chuckled, then changed out of her white dress and into a tight black leather bodysuit that gleamed slightly in the light but otherwise made it easier for her to conceal herself.

After completing a full orbit, and seeing nothing of an Imperial presence, she soon located Maul's Force signature and landed the ship. He detected her soon after and came out to greet her, emerging from a small structure that looked like a block house of some type.

"Lady Brood …" he smirked. "How kind of you to visit me."

She laughed loudly and mock-curtsied. The two then traded elbow bumps. She then looked into his eyes, her expression becoming serious.

"We need to talk."

"I'm listening."

"I met with Qi'ra, as you know, a few months back. Told her you were 'not happy' with her. She seemed a little worried but I don't know if anything ever came of it."

"Well … how do you feel about this? Do I need to settle things?"

"She says all the right things, that's for sure. I'd keep an eye on her, just the same."

At that moment, a pair of TIE Advanced craft appeared over the horizon. They immediately ducked behind the house.

"We need to split up!" He insisted.

"Who are they?" Maris said in a low voice.

"Imperial agents … the Inquisitors."

"I've heard of them."

"They work for Anakin Skywalker. Now known as Darth Vader. They are Force-sensitive."

"Yeah," Maris replied. "I'm definitely picking it up."

"Lady Brood. We have to kill them."

Maris scoffed. "Wouldn't that draw unnecessary attention?"

Maul shook his head. "At least they can't report back. Then we'll have to leave here."

"OK," Maris nodded. "What's the plan?"

"Split up. Give them two targets. You take that rock over there." He pointed to an outcropping a few metres away. "I'll stay here behind the building."

"Got it."

"Miss Maris?"

"Yeah?"

"I will make the first move." He held up his double bladed sabre hilt. "Then cover me and swing into action."

Maris went over to the outcropping, then crouched behind it. Clearly, he thinks they won't know about me, if Qi'ra did what I expected her to do. We'll find out soon enough.

About one minute later, the two TIEv1 advanced ships landed. A pair of dark figures debarked from the first ship, while the other one remained as it was. One of the two was clearly female, and the other a male. The female took the lead and called out.

"Mister Maul … we know you are here …"

Maul chuckled to himself … the question, dear lady, is how many of you are here. He detected the third Inquisitor was still in the other TIE. Trusting in Maris to have his back, Maul quickly stepped into the clearing and glared at the pair.

"State your business …" came his strained reply.

"I am the Second Sister and this is my counterpart Fourth Brother. You are wanted by the Empire."

He laughed. "Wanted? For what …"

"I think you know," the Sister spat, and then activated her double-bladed spinning sabre. The Brother activated his as well.

Maul, unimpressed, waved a hand and gave a choking motion, aimed at the Sister, but the Brother came to her aid by attacking Maul with his double sabre, forcing the Zabrak to break off the hold and parry the attack.

As Maris watched carefully, Maul seemed to be getting the upper hand. The two-way duel continued for a minute or so but, with a quick motion, he sliced into the Brother's sabre hilt, causing it to rupture, sending pieces into his face, but he still had use of one blade. Sister tried to help but Maul Force-pushed her into the building and temporarily knocked the wind out of her. Second Sister seemed confounded. She had once been a Jedi Padawan and was known for her compassion and intellect, but Maul was no ex-Jedi. He fought with various Dark-side powers and was close to vanquishing both of them. Sister's sabre ability was strong but she had never faced someone who mixed styles the way Maul did.

However, as the battle was turning the Zabrak's way, the third Imperial joined the fray. Leaving his ship, he was unnoticed at first by Maul and sneaked up from behind to assist the Brother. But Maris then realized it was time for her to join the fight, so she waited to pick the best moment as the element of surprise was clearly on her side.

Maul Force-shoved the Brother away, only for the third Inquisitor, a tall man with a bald head and sharp teeth, to confront him with his double blade.

"And who are you?" Maul asked, lazily.

"I … am the Grand Inquisitor. Here to finish you off. Lord Vader wants your head on a platter."

Second Sister then got to her feet – which Maris saw as her best opportunity. The female Zabrak lit her blade, then came from behind and gave the Sister a Force choke hold that took her by complete surprise. Maris then quickly ran her sabre through the woman's body and then slashed up and backward. As the Sister fell to the ground, the Grand Inquisitor tried to take out Maul but Maris cut him off with an acrobatic flip and downward slash that backed him up. Maul took the opportunity to attack the Brother and quickly had him backed up as well. Grand Inquisitor countered against Maris and the two went at it with fury. She felt her anger rising as she came at her opponent with overwhelming ferocity. Maul glanced at his ally out of the corner of his eye and smiled. He then launched another Force attack that was too much for the Brother, who dropped to his knees. A final chokehold extinguished the Fourth Brother's life and then he turned his attention toward the Grand Inquisitor, who had battled back against Maris. Seeing Maul now free and, being outnumbered, the "G-I" beat a hasty retreat and ran to his ship.

"Get him!" Maul yelled at Maris, who attempted to pull the G-I back, but she was too late. Grand Inquisitor was aboard his ship and it soon left the ground and was gone, making a quick hyperspace jump. The two Zabraks looked around at their handiwork.

"What do we do with them?" Maris asked with a smirk.

"We'll give them a proper funeral," Maul answered. "We don't want to leave any trace of them behind."

Maris nodded and then used the Force to pull Second Sister's body up and over, laying it next to the Fourth Brother's.

Maul pulled dried branches and assorted brush over, then lifted the bodies on top of it. Maris aimed her sabre at the pile, then carefully took her other hand and pumped a low power electric blast through her sabre into the branches, causing them to erupt in flame. Maul, watching this carefully, had a newfound respect for her. Impressive. She has more power than I realized. Together we will defeat Vader … perhaps it's better to lure him here. When the Grand Inquisitor returns to tell him what happened to the two agents, we will be waiting.

However, Maris was not interested in further confrontations with the Inquisitorium. She was already wondering how she would explain what had happened to Master Shaak, but she was happy to have helped her new friend and fellow Zabrak. She turned to Maul.

"Paul, I've got to be going. Glad I was able to help you out."

"Lady Brood, my sincere gratitude for that. Do you not see how powerful we are … together?"

Maris chuckled. "I suppose so. But my master won't want me to be seen using it in public. The time has not yet come for us to openly challenge the Empire. In fact, if I were you, I'd want to lay low for a while."

Maul thought it over and realized she might well be right, but his position as head of Crimson Dawn was now at an end. Qi'ra had clearly betrayed him and had likely consolidated her power with the underlings. Maris, he conceded, had the right idea. Now was not the time to provoke the wrath of Darth Sidious, his onetime Sith master. Taking down Vader was one thing, but the Emperor was quite another.

"I will miss you, Lady Brood. Safe travels, my friend."

"Be good, Paul. I will see you again someday."

After a quick embrace and kiss, she turned and headed for the Forager, which she uncloaked and soon boarded, leaving Dathomir and her friend behind.

To be continued …