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Not the Sith or crime lord or master. Just Maul. I want to know who he is.

Here is to three years since posting Star Wars: Autonomous! It’s been a journey and I couldn’t have done it without the support of my lovely readers. You are all amazing and I appreciate each and every one of you.

And if you haven’t already, check out @bonesaldente’s art of Móni!

Thank you all so much ❤️

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For those who read my fic, it ain't random at all.

Maul is probably that type of Sith to drink the darkest, strongest tea the galaxy has to offer cause lets face it, he probably gets very little sleep.

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Unconcerned by their immediate circumstances, Maul glanced at the woman. Alone with an injured apprentice on a planet undergoing an Imperial occupation he shouldn’t have been so calm. It had been some time since his resolve was tested so. Not since the siege of Mandalore.

He wondered how things would have turned out if she was with him then.

But what mattered was now and he had never been so gratified by the prospect of having her at his side. The capacity of her abilities was endless and deep in his core he understood what he witnessed in the skies was the birth of everything she could accomplish. A glimpse of what she would become.

And he would not have her.

Never.

“So, we did it,” there was a dry laugh behind the helmet, and he imagined the well-placed smirk that was surely underneath.  

“Yes.” Her feet dragged, and Maul was practically pulling her along, “You were magnificent.”

“Charmer,” her body leaned against his arm. “You always know how to make me blush,” she said in the faintest whisper then her body fell, but he caught her before she sunk to the ground.

He crouched to adjust her body behind him and lifted her onto his back and her legs hooked over arms. The helmet was a discomfort on his shoulder, but it was nothing compared to her own.

Her heat warmed his back. A reminder she was alive. With him. Still his.

His possession.

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"One more Arc and we'll be hitting Revelation 😃" aaaaaAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH 😵😵😵😵😵

😏😏😏

Things are about to get real.

The next Arc is gonna be kinda long so not gonna happen that soon.

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Chapter 31 Posted

Chapter: 31/?

Word Count: 8383

Warnings: Mild Violence

Genre: Action/Romance/Sci-Fi -- AU where Maul has the Shadow Collective with him after the events of Order 66, including Gar and Rook. Also, recreated Dryden Vos’ story.

Pairing: OC (female) x Maul

Rating: T

Summary: Móni and Maul take a step forward in their relationship.

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Poor, poor, Durmónia. Cannot escape her fate.

Knelt by the cot with her hand grasping Maul’s, Móni raised her head when early light hit her eyes. She hoped for any sign of his awakening, but he was the same he has always been in the past few rotations. Generous and kind the gigorans were, she needed to leave and never look back at the village again. There was still a connection tethered between her and the Elder, and the old female felt it too. But she won’t take it. She won’t follow. Móni knew where she was meant to be and that was where she would remain.

Pi’ala scrutinized the smaller human before her when they were finishing their break fast. She certainly found it odd how slow she was eating when she usually ate faster than a full grown gigoran male. And always the one to start conversation, that day she was reserved with her head hung the entirety of the meal.

She gathered their plates, “Some of the children in the village have a question for you.”

Móni blinked away her distress and tilted her head, “Children? For me?”

“Mhm,” Pi’ala shirked at the thought of asking. It was rather embarrassing given she knew little about human culture and what remarks did or did not offend them. “You see…”

Orange glinted with delight and a rather obtuse smirk leisurely made its way across Móni’s features, which only deepened the shame.

“Yes, Miss Pi’ala? What would the children like to know?” Her tone mocked.

Pi’ala sputtered, “It is the children! They’ve been pestering me since they first laid eyes on you.”

Móni raised her eyebrows, not believing her, but let it go all the same, “Then tell me.”

“They are curious about your,” she paused, unsure what the right terminology was, “fur?”

“Fur?” she smoothed the loose coils that sprung every which way. “You mean my hair?”

“That’s what you humans call it! Yes, your hair.”

“What about it?”

“Well, they’ve never seen anything like it. They want to decorate it the same way we decorate our young. If it’s not any offense to you or your culture.”

Her lips hung a bit in surprise but then immediately stretched into a grin that lit the room, “Let’s do it!”

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My feels upon chap 33 preview-“Ha ha. I’m in danger :D”

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“I’m here.”

Her voice faded in and out from muffled senses, and a heat that burned his insides and skin rendered him immobile. More than once he willed his eyes to open, but it stung whenever air hit their corneas. Maul was stuck in a realm of dreams and the only thing keeping him grounded in reality was her Force presence.

He knew she was real. More real than the weak child who screamed and begged. Someone he forced himself to forget. He stared long and hard at him, young and small, without any memory of a time before Master. Wide eyes he no longer recognized, a voice that was no longer his, and a person he no longer was. That persona was gouged out of him to be reborn as something more: Powerful. Obedient. Silent. A weapon.

The early memories were encased behind dense black smoke and sulfur from a planet he once called home. Not once were they revisited or given the tiniest thought, just the way he was instructed to do. But in the miasma of sickness he lost his way inside the one place he was trained never to return to. And he recognized nothing. Refused to.

The sobbing and wailing and torture. Innocent questions met with a test followed by a web of electricity when he answered incorrectly. He had learned. Adapted. And that was all he should remember. That he had risen above it all as one of the fiercest beings in the galaxy.  

He held on to the apprentice’s energy like a lifeline to not be drawn back into the depths of his own failings and humiliation. His skin prickled at others nearby. Shadows he only felt but did not care to acknowledge nor had the strength to.

“Can you hear me?”

Her voice was so far away, but he felt her presence all around him and knew she was physically close to him. Warm liquid poured down his throat and it rocked him out of the fog and into nothing.

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Chapter 28 Posted

Chapter: 28/?

Word Count: 6691

Warnings: Violence

Genre: Action/Romance/Sci-Fi -- AU where Maul still has the Shadow Collective with him after the events of Order 66, including Gar and Rook. Also, recreated Dryden Vos’ story.

Pairing: OC (female) x Maul

Rating: T

Summary: It’s not easy to completely hide one’s innermost feelings when travelling with a former apprentice to a Sith Lord.

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Avin Jor.

The so called Mando who cleaned, maintained, and polished his blaster every day for it to never be used.

The Mando who wanted to side with Bo-Katan Kryze instead of Lord Maul and Savage.

Who followed his lover into the inferno of wars, crime, and corruption.

And connected with his Lord’s apprentice.

Tethered to her fate.

  “Excuse me?”

Avin had just inputted a self-destruct sequence into the probes that surrounded a grave of snowtroopers so the Imperials wouldn’t lay a hand on his work. And his clan members were running the engines of their starfighters when Maul halted him in his tracks. He stood to attention on impulse, the posture ingrained into his fibers after so many years of fighting alongside a leader he didn’t inherently approve of.

And although Avin performed all the necessary formalities before his Lord, his tongue did not. So, when he was tasked to take charge of the gigorans when they landed on Andelm IV, he did not obey blindly.

“If I may ask why, my Lord?” He included the title with some thought, but Maul didn’t seem to mind or care about the obvious lack of reverence other members of the clan bore before him.

“The apprentice and I made an arrangement and she wished for them to not be treated as,” he paused before he spoke from the side of his mouth with his lips curled back, “slaves.”

“Oh,” was all he could muster. As the only persons within the clan who made any effort to maintain a relationship with the rowdy woman, Avin and Myn saw many things with their trained and focused vision. For one, her attachment for their Lord.

And his for her.

She was changing him. And not to many of their clan member’s liking. However, it never crossed Avin’s mind she would have a hold on him to this extent.

Interesting…

Avin bowed his head with acceptance (not that he really had a choice), “I’ll see to their arrangements.”

Maul said no more on the matter. He kept a steady gaze on him as he turned, his attention flickering to the holstered blaster before he strolled away.

There was a friendly tap on Avin’s shoulder.

“What was that about?” Myn checked his vambrace’s panel and motioned his head for Avin to follow to his starfighter.

"I think our Lord is enthralled with a mutual friend.”

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Chapter 29 Posted

Chapter: 29/?

Word Count: 8894

Warnings: Violence

Genre: Action/Romance/Sci-Fi -- AU where Maul still has the Shadow Collective with him after the events of Order 66, including Gar and Rook. Also, recreated Dryden Vos’ story.

Pairing: OC (female) x Maul

Rating: T

Summary: The growing tension between Móni and Maul pushes her to act irrationally and drives him further away from her.

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Móni ogled at the frosted stones that shimmered softly from the gray afternoon and the twinkling icicles she often hovered at to touch their smooth texture. She studied the sparse plant life that grew; mainly sheets of moss and lichen on bare stones, and scattered patches of sedges and forbs. Gigor was a wondrous planet, but it wasn’t the sun’s hot rays she missed most—it was color. Every turn was always the one palette rather than the shades of greens and browns that would accentuate the fauna’s array of brighter schemes. It hadn’t yet been a week and she had become homesick.

Without the adrenaline of combat to warm her blood against the sharp winds when they blew through the narrowed pass, Móni hardened her jaw from shattering and swayed her arms to add more movement as she walked. With Maul leading, she took over footprints duty and regularly swiped the snow over their tracks.

His silence pressed down on her chest. And in their hours of travel she flexed her tongue to push the words out, but they never got past her throat. She wanted to deduce on her own what exactly angered him so, but she could only come up with the usual: her being her. But the depths of his need for solitude ran much deeper, and Móni knew there was no way to know unless she asked. And that was to say if he would respond to her at all.

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There was another thunderous boom, but he refused to let go or acknowledge the incoming disaster. Desperation clung his pounding hearts along with the refusal of her being taken away from him. Not by a mountain. Not by Master.

“Maul! You have to go! I can’t save the both of us!” Her voice just barely carried over the rush that clogged his ears. But he did not listen, all his focus and power were put into saving her.

Then she looked his way. Resolve set in her face and a smile that quirked in that usual way when she was up to some mischief.

He stopped breathing and the planet went silent, “Móni! No!”

It took one blink and he was vaulted into the air, her name still carried on his lips as he soared and watched her being taken by a thick sludge of white. He steered his landing to a small ledge and skidded to a stop just at the edge. A metal clink resounded on the stone and by his feet was her helmet.

Heavy breaths came fast at the sight of it and Maul gripped it tight then cranked his arm back with the intent to throw it as far away from him as possible.

If the woman had the time to save the blasted helmet, then why…!

His arm fell back to his side, the steel bucket dangling off his fingers.

No. The word repeated over and over in his head. She’s not…

Maul put the face of the helmet against his own and steadied his breaths. Then he proceeded to swallow the lump in his throat and halt the tingling in his nose. His eyes opened to a visor that did not hide a lovely pair of sunbursts but an empty shell instead. He breathed deep again, this time shakily, and exhaled through his mouth.

He slunk down onto the small space with crossed cybernetics and the helmet held in place at their center. Maul felt through the Force’s veil and searched for the energy that had become a customary part of his life, even linked to it. The faintest glimmer of her warmth was all he needed.

The helmet strained under his hold when minutes passed and then finally, he froze.

He jumped up and searched for a way to descend.

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This chapter may come out a day later than usual. I’ve got a lot written, but not exactly where I want it to finish. 

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Chapter 23 Posted

Chapter: 23/?

Word Count: 9086

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Genre: Action/Romance/Sci-Fi -- AU where Maul still has the Shadow Collective with him after the events of Order 66, including Gar and Rook. Also, recreated Dryden Vos’ story.

Pairing: OC (female) x Maul

Rating: M

Summary: Móni closes a chapter from her life and Maul discovers a part of her past.

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“I think we should go to Druan and talk him out of it.”

Ravi smoothed the thin blanket over her cot and fixed her pillow neatly at the head of it. She put both fists on her hips at Móni who was strewn across a crumpled sheet and propped up on a folded pillow.

“Did you hear me?” the lasat moved across their small compartment that they shared, which resembled more of a metal box than a room. “Get up,” she shooed the human off and fixed the cot herself.

“I think this is our chance,” Móni picked up her curls in a loose bun.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s only going to be us three in a room.”

“And?”

“And,” Móni drawled out hoping Ravi was getting the picture. “I heard Teevo smuggled in some vibroblades and blasters from his last shift.”

Ravi froze at smoothing the sheet, her large eyes unblinking, “You mean you want to…?”

“I can do it,” Móni closed their distance and craned her neck back slightly at the female who was a few inches taller than herself. “I put a few holes in him and we make our escape,” she gently held her shoulders and grinned. “We’ll finally be free.”

She tried to replicate the optimism, but Ravi found it difficult to comprehend what was being asked of her, “I’ve never killed anyone before.”

“You won’t be doing it, though,” Móni rubbed her arms for reassurance. “You don’t have to do anything. Leave it to me.”

“But it’s the same isn’t it? Watching someone die and doing nothing is just the same as killing them.”  

Móni let her arms drop to her sides and rubbed the back of her neck, “I mean. Should we feel sorry for killing him? Look at what he’s paying Druan for us to do.”

“Druan said he’s not allowed to touch us.”

“Yeah,” Móni snorted. “That won’t last long.”

“I don’t know how I feel about this,” Ravi’s large, pointed ears shifted down from her insecurity.

“Ravi,” Móni spoke softly as she took the lasat’s much larger hands into hers and squeezed them. “We’ve tried everything we could to get out of here and have been so much luckier than others by getting out of it with just a few lashes. We need to try,” she brought her hand to her lips and kissed it long and soft. “I want you to finally see the galaxy outside these metal walls and smog. See plants, feel dirt between your toes, smell pure air, and hear the insects and birds. There’s so much I want to show you and I feel this is the time to do it.”

Ravi’s ears twitched and took a moment to consider the teen’s words. Their hands remained linked, but Móni stood absolutely still as if making any sudden movement would shift any part of her decision.

Eventually, she nodded and managed a small smile, “Alright.”

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Móni’s hand slid down his arm, her fingers memorizing every muscle and groove of his bones, and how smooth it was. Her brows knit together from the sensation and how her blood quickened. When her hand stopped at the cusp of his, she let it linger there as she hovered in the air in an upright position, showcasing her control of the Force.

Maul’s hand tensed however when she felt his skin, disliking how her fingers felt upon it, but when she reached his hand the tension left. In his palm he held the magnificence of her power and was struck with wonder.

Needed a small break from writing the upcoming chapter and made a moodboard for Móni.

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Chapter 27 Posted

Chapter: 27/?

Word Count: 6793

Warnings: Violence

Genre: Action/Romance/Sci-Fi -- AU where Maul still has the Shadow Collective with him after the events of Order 66, including Gar and Rook. Also, recreated Dryden Vos’ story.

Pairing: OC (female) x Maul

Rating: T

Summary: A battle in the skies. Escaping Imperials. And stranded on an ice planet. Maul and Móni will now have to face their trials together. 

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It was colder in the atmosphere. The only things accompanying Móni was the quiet hum of the lightsaber and the winds rushing past. Her heart thumped loud in her ears and her adrenaline coursed through her veins and tightened her muscles. The sky was an open field with nothing to impede her. Only the might of the Imperials and herself was all that mattered. And she would dominate.

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*sees chapter 30 posted* “YES YES YES!!” *reads last few sentences* “NO NO NO!” For real though I’ve been hooked on this series since I found it! I love reading and rereading these chapters, you capture Maul perfectly and I love Moni.

Thank you, anon!!! 

Oh my lord, second person I know who has reread my fic, which means catching all my spelling errors and minor mistakes with Star Wars terminology I need to go back and fix *sweats profusely*. 

I’m so glad you like my interpretation of Maul! He’s a tough guy to write, but his complexities also make it really fun. And Móni is... she’s something and I swear she gives me just as much of a hard time she gives Maul. She always has her own agenda.

You’re amazing. Much love ❤️❤️

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Chapter 30 Posted

Chapter: 30/?

Word Count: 7477

Warnings: Mild gore/injuries

Genre: Action/Romance/Sci-Fi -- AU where Maul still has the Shadow Collective with him after the events of Order 66, including Gar and Rook. Also, recreated Dryden Vos’ story.

Pairing: OC (female) x Maul

Rating: T

Summary: Every choice she made was made without the Force’s influence, and for the first time, Móni questions her chosen path with Maul.

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Móni carried Maul’s weight on her back through a pass that deviated from the one they had been following the past few rotations. There were ledges that hugged the mountains, concealed crevices revealed only when approached at a certain angle, and areas meant to be climbed. Thankfully, she was capable of flight or it would have been a long and arduous journey with a broken ankle and a semiconscious zabrak.

She listened closely to his shallow breaths along the way, trusting they wouldn’t get worse. And on various occasions he would mumble incoherent words by her ear, an indication his fever was not breaking. There wasn’t a need to check for a temperature when he radiated steam of sickness on the side of her face and back, and when her cheek brushed his it burned.

Maul’s lips moved in a mumble, “Can I go out and play…?”

Móni blinked at his first coherent words in his feverish dream and wondered about the childlike request that served as another fragment of his past.

“We’re almost there,” she soothed into his ear.

His brows tugged slightly to its center then raised with recognition, “Durmónia.”

“Yes, I’m here,” she held her breath at the low rumble of his voice enunciating her name and wished she could hear it when he was in a conscious state. “I’m finding you some help, so hang in there, yeah? Otherwise, Crimson Veil will be on the list of people who want me dead, and I would rather deal with the Emperor than Rook any day.”

There was a faint tug at the corner of his lips before he receded to a disoriented lull. Móni adjusted him further up her back and made sure her hold on his legs was secure when she made a slippery descent on foot under an overhang too low for flight. She skated her feet along the verglas—pushing her tongue against the roof of her mouth at the burn that ran up her leg—then dropped onto a dry path aligned with black stones and surrounded by the mountain’s high summits. It was not a natural road, Móni surmised, but one made by sentients.

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She had been damaged, was damaged still, and clawed her way through life with scars made by self-flagellation that refused to heal and bled streams down her back. It had taken years to find the motivation to push her way out of the gutters and feed herself things that weren’t toxic to her mind and body, but the void remained, and she struggled with all ways of closing it. She had to applaud herself with its shrinking size recently, though; a massive leap forward for herself.

Maul, she was slowly beginning to realize, had been damaged as well. The severity of it and how deep it ran was another matter entirely and something she couldn’t quite fathom. He dealt with his damage with what he knew: The Dark Side and Palpatine’s teachings, and whether it did him any good she couldn’t really say. Like he said numerous times, it was what kept him alive and that had to count for something. But Móni couldn’t help but feel it was eating away at him, despite the strength it gave him.

She proceeded to wash his body and did so with no gratification of his skin rubbing against her fingers. All it did was create a pit of sorrow in her stomach for the two broken beings.

“How can I help you if I can barely help myself?” she chuckled at the hypocrisy. “Oh, Maul. We’re just a couple of agents of destruction, aren’t we?” Of course, she was met with silence.

It was true, she had yet to face anything that challenged her rightly than that moment.

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A/N: Sorry for taking so long... I’ve rewritten this chapter three times before something I finally liked came out of my head. May not be posted until late Friday or Saturday for sure.