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fragmentsofthegalaxy2015-05-16 07:27 am
neverlosemyfocus) wrote in fragmentsofthegalaxy2015-05-16 07:27 am
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All my fear is coming home and it's ripped out from the soul
It was only Obi-Wan’s softly spoken murmur of her name that kept Siri from acting rashly. The grip on her lightsaber was white knuckled under her leather glove, and she almost vibrated with tension, the desire to move, to attack, to hammer at Opress until he was defenceless.
Maul looked between the two of them, laughing humourlessly. “You shouldn’t have come, Kenobi.” His voice was mocking. “Your emotions betray you. Betray your attachment.”
She moved to attack, then, despite her better sense, despite Obi-Wan; he wasn’t the brother she wanted, he wasn’t Opress, but he was in her way and he was using her to bait Obi-Wan. She should have listened, should have waited, should have kept her emotions in check, because Maul was expecting it. He was expecting her to move, to attack, and he lunged at her, flinging her backwards with the Force. Opress moved to intercept Obi-Wan, to prevent him from interfering.
She slammed into the wall, barely able to bring her lightsaber up in time to deflect his Darksaber.
The fight was vicious, and brutal, and it ended with Siri arched backwards by the grip Maul had on her throat with the Force, the blade of his Darksaber so close to her neck that it burned, blood from the injuries they’d inflicted on each other pattering onto the ground.
Her lightsaber lay where it had fallen from her hands when the Zabrak had Force choked her and knocked it from her grip.... it lay at Obi-Wan’s feet.
“And now the perfect tool for my vengeance is in front of us,*” Maul snarled, his grip on her throat tightening, and she couldn’t swallow the strangled, breathless gasp. “I never planned on killing you. But I will make you share my pain, Kenobi.*”
[* Dialogue taken from Star Wars: The Clone Wars, Season 5, episode 16 “Lawless”.]
Maul looked between the two of them, laughing humourlessly. “You shouldn’t have come, Kenobi.” His voice was mocking. “Your emotions betray you. Betray your attachment.”
She moved to attack, then, despite her better sense, despite Obi-Wan; he wasn’t the brother she wanted, he wasn’t Opress, but he was in her way and he was using her to bait Obi-Wan. She should have listened, should have waited, should have kept her emotions in check, because Maul was expecting it. He was expecting her to move, to attack, and he lunged at her, flinging her backwards with the Force. Opress moved to intercept Obi-Wan, to prevent him from interfering.
She slammed into the wall, barely able to bring her lightsaber up in time to deflect his Darksaber.
The fight was vicious, and brutal, and it ended with Siri arched backwards by the grip Maul had on her throat with the Force, the blade of his Darksaber so close to her neck that it burned, blood from the injuries they’d inflicted on each other pattering onto the ground.
Her lightsaber lay where it had fallen from her hands when the Zabrak had Force choked her and knocked it from her grip.... it lay at Obi-Wan’s feet.
“And now the perfect tool for my vengeance is in front of us,*” Maul snarled, his grip on her throat tightening, and she couldn’t swallow the strangled, breathless gasp. “I never planned on killing you. But I will make you share my pain, Kenobi.*”
[* Dialogue taken from Star Wars: The Clone Wars, Season 5, episode 16 “Lawless”.]