Title: Maul the Menace
Summary: Sometimes, darkness reaches out from beyond the grave...and jerks your britches down.
Warnings: Just having some fun. Possible sexual situations further down the road. (Not sure yet, but more than likely. This is Obidala after all!)
Notes: Been messing around with a couple of Darth Maul storylines for a while. Finally decided on this one. Gonna play with some timelines and extended universe plots in this story, so please be open-minded. Thanks!
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, mothers would tell their children stories which had been written in order to deter unwanted behavior: Stories of monsters hiding underneath beds or in closets, who would come out to get them if they didn't close their eyes and go right to sleep. Stories of wicked, hideous-looking women who would lure naughty children into their houses in order to cook them and eat them.
This is one of those stories, although the characters are not part some fantastical fiction. They aren't part of a fairytale or mythical folklore passed down through generations. They're real. I know, because I'm one of them. Maybe not the main character, but I'm an important part of this story.
My name is Padme Amidala. At the time, I was the reigning queen of Naboo, a small planet in the Bothan system. Ours was a peaceful planet caught up in the throes of a political misunderstanding, and before you knew it, we'd been invaded by the evil Neimoidian Empire, who were determined to...
Oh, enough of that. This story isn't about all the details of Naboo's disagreement with the Neimoidians. It's about what happened afterward. After the Jedi came to rescue us. It was a master and apprentice; an apprentice by the name of Obi-Wan Kenobi.
My first impression of he and his master, Qui-Gon Jinn, was probably similar to anyone else's first meeting with Jedi. I was in awe, although I didn't allow myself to show it. I was the queen after all, and there was a certain amount of decorum which needed to be upheld, even in such a desperate situation as ours.
Don't get me wrong - it wasn't the master who impressed me, but his much younger padawan learner. Obi-Wan was thoughtful, honest, and responsible. Until the incident, that is. I still don't quite understand what happened, or how it happened. Force mysticism has never been clear to me. I've always just accepted what little I knew about it and lived my own, separate life.
It all began with the funeral of Qui-Gon Jinn, who had been murdered by a Sith warrior by the name of Darth Maul. You see, Maul had been sent to Naboo to kidnap or kill me, but Obi-Wan...Obi-Wan killed him first, and after that, the Neimoidians withdrew.
And that should've been the end of my troubles. But I was soon to find out, my troubles were only beginning. As were Obi-Wan's.