Star Wars II: Attack of The Clones--The Macabre Version

Star Wars II: Attack of The Clones--The Macabre Version Aug 19, 2021 21:37:13 GMT -6

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Post by BrentKoivopolo888 on Aug 19, 2021 21:37:13 GMT -6

ANAKIN

I was called in to Coruscant with my Master Maul to provide security detail to a woman I had not seen in ten years. A woman I was enamoured with, almost to the point of obsession, whom I had never been able to stop dreaming about ever since we had parted ways on Coruscant all those years ago as I left gleefully to go train as a Jedi Padawan with my Master Maul, young and so full of dreams and hopes. I had returned from a border dispute on Ansion, where my Master had ridden a Subataar and we had befriended a small ape-like man named Tooqui who was now somewhere on Coruscant off on his own adventures. When we got to the Chancellor's office we immediately heard of a rather gruesome death on the local landing platform where an attempted assassination had been made. The ship, hit with an armored rocket, had wrenched apart, tearing all those aboard apart limb from limb as they were each slowly incinerated. Corde, Senator Amidala's body double had been thrown several feet by the explosion and was bleeding internally from the impact. Padme was distrought for Corde had been one of her most loyal bodyguards. She wanted to stay on the platform to weep and mourn over her departed handmaiden but Captain Typho of Her Majesy Queen Jamilia's Royal Naboo Security Force urged her on, telling her they were still in grave danger as long as they stayed exposed on that landing platform, that Corde had done her duty, and now Padme must do hers. As the current Senator of Naboo at the time, a position once held by her most trusted Confident and now Supreme Chancellor Sheev Palpatine she was on Coruscant to cast her voice and vote against the Military Creation Act, but now that someone was obviously trying to kill her, myself and my Master were called in to try to provide what protection we could at the behest of the wise Jedi Grand Master Mace Windu the Wise. So here I was in the presence of the girl that madem my hert turn somersaults in my chest, Padme Amidala, as Maul, her, I and Captain Typho discussed security detail.

"We will find out whom is trying to kill you," I promised Padme, to the chagrinn of Maul, who insisted that we would not exceed the mandate of the Council and that I would follow his lead.

"Why?" I countered.

"What?!" replied Maul, flummoxed and rather embarrassed in fromt of Padme, Captain Typho and Jar-Jar Binks, who looked as embarrassed as I am now sure Maul felt, but back then I didn't care, because I wanted only what was in the best interest of the woman I loved, Padme Amidalla.

"Why do you think we were brought here if not to find out who the killer is, Master", I insisted.

"Protection is a job for local security-investigation is implied in our mandate."

"We will not go through this exercise again. And you will learn your place, young one",Maul said. And it was final. I shut up.

"Perhaps by your mere presence," Padme offered, "the mystery surrounding my would be killer will be solved."

Star Wars II: Attack of The Clones--The Macabre Version Aug 19, 2021 23:07:45 GMT -6

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Post by BrentKoivopolo888 on Aug 19, 2021 23:07:45 GMT -6

MAUL

As I, Maul, crept down the carpeted hallway following this misshapen long-necked Sapient being known as Taun We, I reached out through the Force but could not sense anything beyond my immediate area, as if the Dark Side shrouded every Jedi's ability tomsense anything havingb to do with the mystery of the Sith. I contemplated what, if anything, this could have to do with that mystery. The Sith had in centuries past, used the services of Bounty Hunters, sure, but none of any of this was making any sense.

Could the Dark Lord of the Sith even be manipulating me, and even Master Yoda?
But my thoughts were interrupted when the Kaminoan opened a door to reveal a nearly perfectly designed, flawless, curly-haired boy, who looked like he had an evil-streak, like as if hev was capable of potentially becoming a mass murderer-it was all over his countenance and the eyes-the window of his soul-of this young 10-year old boy betrayed murder, lust, envy, greed, malice-all the deadly sins. This boy was pure wickedness personified masked in seeming innocence, like a w h o r e masked by demure appearance and dress, that doesn't betray itself until you are already in her clutches, her hair wild and frazzled, having on her make-up and rouge, demanding payment for what you thought was a night of casual lovemaking with a beautiful woman. In this way, this boy made all my senses reel with disgust at the very sight and feel of him in the Force, a feel so revealing that, had I not kept a complete poker face, I would certainly have given away my true intentions as his scrutinizing, beady eyes discerned that my purpose here was to solve a mystery.
I recalled all the transparisteel shards I had had to pull out of my tattooed skin with tweezers after having used the Force to be able to break through the window of Padme's apartment on Coruscant, how painful each shard was not only when it was still in, but long after I, with much difficulty and effort, yanked it out. All to start me on a path to solve a mystery I had originally forbidden my Padawan to start investigating, but he had convinced me that investigation was implied in our mandate to protect the Senator from Naboo, although when he said it, I had not acknowledged the wisdom of his words but had rebuked him in front of Padme and Captain Typho, although inwardly I knew he was right. Imagine his surprise when I actually took the lead in starting the investigation, using all the Force strength I could muster to follow the onlyn lead available-the assassin droid that had released the deadly millipedes into Padme's apartment through her window. In knew that that droid would lead to the one who had sent it.
And I was right, or was I? Now I was here, on Kamino, staring rage and hate personified in the eye, trying to appear nonchalant and calm, even smiling slightly, as if i were just here for a friendly visit. I sensed, in this 10-year old boy, such hatred, through the Force, in waves, at the sight of a Jedi, that it was all I could do just to stand there with Taun We nearly expressionless, waiting patiently to see what would happen next.
"Dad, Taun We's here."
Why he did not say also, "And a Jedi," I knew not...was his dad the bounty hunter who had fired that dart at the changeling we encountered on Coruscant, forever silencing her? I was about to find out. Prime Minister Lama Su had called him a bounty hunter, a fact that made me believe I had found my quarry-for who would dress as a Mando and want to silence a hired assassin but a Bounty Hunter? It was possible there was no connection at all-I was playing a hunch.
Into the apartment living room walked a confident man who exhuded ten times as much rage as his son, his son, who looked like a 10-year old version of his him, each facial feature and the very structure of his small, well-proportioned body, seeming to be an exact replica of his father.
I was very alarmed and thought for sure that this was my quarry, but I had to be sure.