Drip. Drip. Tiny
droplets of sulfurized water slowly trickled off the tip of a stalactite in a
giant cave. It splashed down into a tiny puddle atop a stalagmite. The smell
was slight, but became stronger deeper inside the cave. The red sun had just
gone down, rendering the world in pitch blackness except for the dim light of
Dathomir’s moons. The heat, now gone from the planet’s surface, caused steam to
rise off the surface of all damp objects. Inside the cave was darker than
outside, so dark no one with normal eyes could see their hand in front of their
face.
Two
yellow eyes flickered from the darkness of the corner of the cave. A green
light shone from them as they watched the entrance, waiting for something or
someone to enter. The eerie green glow revealed very little, only a black face
and white horns, which both looked greener because of the light. The eyes
searched the cave for any life, but their owner remained still. That is until
the soft crunching of feet could be heard on the dust covered rocks outside.
The glow of the eyes suddenly disappeared as the figure they belonged to leapt
upwards, vanishing from sight.
A
shadow. That was all that the figure saw as someone approached the cave. A tall
shadow, and very much a Dathomirian. The figure snarled as the shadow stepped
inside.
“Who are
you and what are you here for?” The voice echoed and seemed to come from all
around the cave.
The
shadow was silent for a moment. “I have returned from a long absence. This was
my home.” The voice almost purred. The shadow spoke gently, but reached for its
saber on its belt.
“Do not
even try…” Out of nowhere there three green, misty beings arose from the floor
of the cave. They seemingly stood in front of the shadow, their faces ghostly
impersonations of a face the shadow’s owner knew too well.
“Sirejj.”
The shadow drew his weapon, a double-bladed red lightsaber.
A
fleshly form appeared from behind the misty ones and effortlessly waved them
aside, watching them fade into nothing. He locked eyes with the person attached
to the shadow.
“You
have come back, my old master.” A furious, enraged snarl came from Sirejj.
“I want
nothing to do with you, Apprentice. Not to harm you, not to better you. I have
more important things to worry about.” His master retorted, still holding his
saber.
“You,
Darth Maul, have made a serious mistake leaving your isolation on Malachor. You
should never have come back to Dathomir.”
“Why
not? You no longer have your friends to back you up. They were slaughtered
alongside mine. We are more the same than you think, Apprentice.”
Sirejj
ignited his own red saberstaff. “I am no longer your apprentice.” His teeth
showed as his lips curled back into another sneer. He placed his blade in front
of him in attack position.
Maul
raised his own saber, his eyes narrowing. “You know too little of the Force to
overcome me.”
“You
forget,” a huge green figure appeared in front of Maul, its body seeping up
from the ground. “I have the Nightsisters’
Magick
as well as the Force.” The figure completed its form and roared, green
smoke pouring from its mouth and eyes. It vaguely resembled a rancor, the mount
of the Dathomirian Nightsisters and terror of all who could not control it. It
shrieked, smoke shooting from its nostrils.
Maul
watched as the figure grew taller than he, and as it drew a sword of pure
Magick out of thin air. He growled. “Magic is but an illusion.”
“Is not
the Force?” Sirejj waved a gloved hand at the Magick creature, causing it to
roar and slash downwards at Maul with its curved blade. Maul leapt clear and
sliced at the monster with his saber, only able to cause the beast to waver
slightly. The saber had little effect against magick, despite the powerful
kyber heart.
“You
will leave Dathomir or die. Personally, I favor the last. I did not forget how
you exiled me and chose your brother instead. You broke a promise, my old
master.” The creature attacked again, green fire streaming from its eyes. It
roared, propelling a huge ball of magick fire from its mouth.
Maul was
cornered, dodging the attacks of the huge ghostly beast. He panted and hurled a
large slab of rock at the beast with the force, which simply passed right
through it. Sirejj laughed as the monster screamed and flew at Maul again.
There was no possibility a simple Sith could defeat a seemingly invincible spirit.
Sirejj watched as Maul ducked behind a rock, hiding.
“Do you
give up, Old Master?!” Sirejj shouted as he stood atop a stalagmite, his eyes
shining with the green mist and his hands surrounded with the same substance.
“A Sith
never gives up.” Maul stepped out from behind the rock, his saber on his belt.
He stood there, weaponless. His eyes were closed, then opened. They glowed
yellow as he stepped forward.
“As
Magick is merely an extension of the mind, so is the Force.” Maul’s eyes grew
brighter and he reached out towards the ghastly beast.
“Kill
him!” Sirejj ordered his monster, stretching his hand out towards Maul. Maul
tightened his fist and the beast roared in pain, slashing at him with its giant
claws as it charged. The Sith put his hands together and then pulled them apart
as if ripping something in half. The monster roared again and grabbed at its chest
as Maul then tore it apart. The green mist seeped back into the floor of the
cave after the beast fell, screaming with fury.
Sirejj
snarled and drew out his lightsaber, leaping off of his perch on the
stalagmite. Maul ignited his own saber and caught the blade of the other
Zabrak. The two red sabers clashed, sending sparks in every direction. Maul
caught the tip of Sirejj’s saber with his and out of sheer strength forced the
tip of the blade to the ground. Sirejj sliced downwards with the other side of
his blade in response and narrowly missed as Maul slipped to the side. Maul in
turn drove his saber at Sirejj and ended up impaling one end of his blade into
a rock. He was then knocked back into another boulder by a force wave. This
rather infuriated Maul, who retaliated by throwing his saber, spinning it
towards the other Sith.
Sirejj
ducked and stayed down as the saber came back to Maul. He then charged him
again, resulting in both of the Sith being pinned against each other. Sweat
glistened on each of their furrowed brows as their sabers locked. Their muscles
tensed and they waited, waited for the other to falter. Maul looked into
Sirejj’s eyes and then took a step back, then attacked again, breaking the
lock. Sirejj blocked but Maul slammed the hilt of his saber into the chin of
his enemy, then kicked his feet from under him and held him at saberpoint.
Sirejj looked up at him and snarled.
“Quite
the fight for one as old as you. And I am glad you do not understand Magick
like I do.” With that Sirejj literally disappeared into thin air, his cackling
laugh echoing off the walls.
Maul’s
eyes flashed as he drew in his saber, his body trembled with the purest form or
rage as he roared and brought down two or three huge stalactites from the ceiling
with the force and crashed them to the ground. Rocks, dust and pebbles flew in
every direction as the Zabrak raged, flinging debris every which way.
Once he
had gained a slight composure over himself he snarled, sounding more like a
beast than a sentient being. “Sirejj, my former apprentice. You are powerful.
However, I know enough of the Nightsisters to know that your power fades when
you leave this cave. Even so, how would you like to take a chance at an old
enemy one last time?”
“Do you
mean you, old one?” Sirejj laughed cockily, still keeping out of sight. He knew
this infuriated Maul even more.
“No,
someone younger than I. Someone -if I remember correctly- defeated you during
the Clone War. The apprentice of,” Maul tensed at the name, growling angrily.
“Kenobi. His padawan who caused me to shun you in the first place.” This was
hardly true, but Maul must have known that in order for Sirejj to be willing to
track down this old foe, he would have to make him infuriated enough to do so.
“Kenobi’s
apprentice?” Sirejj answered after a long pause. He was silent again then
asked: “…Rynn?”
“The
padawan how somehow managed to defeat the a great Sith like you.” Maul’s tone
was more than taunting, it was mocking. “Poor, poor Sirejj. You hurt Kenobi
badly. Nearly killed him, but couldn’t take that pathetic padawan of his.” Maul
chuckled to himself. “The pathetic padawan who took your right arm.”
There
was silence as Sirejj pondered what Maul had said.
“Rynn is…alive? Curses on her.” Sirejj snarled to himself and his
eyes began to shine green again, smoke seeping out of them. He was growing
angry again.
Maul
could sense Sirejj’s anger. “How about, I let you live if you bring me the head
of the padawan Rynn?” Maul no longer had interest in harming the padawan, but
he wouldn’t refuse proof of a Jedi’s slaughter. The less of them, the better.
“How
about, I bring you nothing and kill her however I want?” Sirejj chuckled, his
mind wandering to thoughts of torture and other delightful things. His eyes
glowed brighter, and he almost laughed under his breath.
“I
personally do not care how you kill her. Just think though. You could finally
destroy her.”
Sirejj
was quiet again then stepped out from behind a rock, alarmingly closer than
Maul had perceived. “Rynn is mortally terrified of you.” Sirejj tried to think
of a way to enlist Maul’s help without asking him per say. “It is so sad that
you won’t be there to…participate.”
“Yes,
yes, I don’t care anymore. She’s no longer my enemy, just a worthless
youngling.” Maul casually fiddled with his saber, but always kept an eye on
Sirejj, watching his every move.
Sirejj
eyed Maul. “Well then…I hope I can imitate what you did to her well enough.”
Sirejj drew his finger through the air, making a green line of smoke. He
growled and slashed another green line across it. “I know of her scars on her
back.”
Maul
chuckled at that. “Yes, actually something I’m quite proud of.” He fondled the
tip of his saber.
“You’ll
be sorry you weren’t there.” Sirejj disappeared again and reappeared at the
mouth of the cave. “I will be back, don’t get comfortable.”
When
Sirejj disappeared again into the darkness Maul whispered under his breath.
“Fool…”
[This is part 2 of a story I'm working on, but it doubles as an entry for SUYS month]
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